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''Two cinnamon buns with extra syrup and a glass of black coffee, would you like anything else?''

The vixen nodded as the customer told them that they were fine. Her name was Mangle, a pink and white female fox who was now a waitress at Suger Lump Cafe at the age of 16.

''Ok then, your order should be with you shortly,'' she said, flashing a smile as she walked off to the counter, she knew that would always get you a bigger tip.

''Two cinnamon buns and a cup of black coffee!'' she shouted, poking her head into the unusually calm kitchen.

'' 'Bout time we got some business,'' muttered a red setter called Bill, the head chef.

He was right. The cafe had pretty much been deserted all day, leaving the staff to mope around not doing much. She sighed and turned her head away.

How long had it been now? 9,10 years? She let her thoughtsrush her through the minutes as she remembered her arrival in Tintop. She'd just jumped off a cruise after one nightmarish journey and had found herself wondering by herself through the streets of Topalad. People didn't react very nicely to a homeless girl who looked very... mangled. She found doors being slammed shut in her face and animatronics pretending she didn't exist and not even making eye contact. Mangle knew without medical attention her injuries would soon become fatal but with no one willing to talk to her it seemed perhaps she'd already failed her brother.

Yeah, she had done just fine with the whole sneaking onto a ship and sailing far away, unfortunately she wasn't exactly succeding with the 'surivng' step. Mangle, lost and alone, had wondered in and out of cities, stealing food and sleeping under the starts with carboard as her duvet but seemed no where near close reaching somewhere which could provide fresh, hot food in her stomach and a roof above her head.

Then one day, as her injuries worsened, she collapsed.

She began to drag herself along instead. The sun was beating down and beads off sweat was running down her face. Her vision was starting to swim before her eyes as the throbbing pain of her cuts and bruises became unbearable. She stopped pulling herself along and lay there. Then at the top of her voice she screamed. She screamed for help, for somebody to save her. Mangle knew nobody was coming to rescue her but she kept yelling until her throat grew so hoarse she could hardly let out a whisper. She lay there for what seemed like hours. She was going to die.

Nobody would care. Nobody would remember her. Foxy was probably captured or dead because of her. As Mangle's vision began to fade away, she let a single tear roll down her cheek. ''I-I'm sorry Foxy, I broke our promise-''

''Order up!''

Young Mangle blinked.

''Hey, it's ready are you gonna serve or what?''

Mangle yelped as she was dragged bak into the present and was once again in the cafe. Billy had put a plate of fresh cinnamon buns and a cup of steaming coffee on the counter she was leaning against.

''Oh yeah, s-sorry about that, got wrapped up in my thoughts again,'' she said with a weak smile as she picked up the tray and walked over to the table.

''Here's your order sir,'' she said, taking off the items and returning back with the tray.

''Hey guys!'' said an electric blue wolf wearing an apron matching Mangle's walking in.

''Where have you been Minty?'' snapped Billy, ''you can't just waltz out of work like that.''

''Dude I can if we hardly have any work,'' said Minty, she pointed at Mangle's customer who was just finishing his coffee, ''what is he, like, our second customer today? And don't call me Minty.''

''It's your name, isn't it?'' said Billy.

''Yeah, doesn't mean I want be called it.''

Mangle sighed as the two bickered like they did everyday and turned back to her customer who had gotten out of his chair and was heading for the door.

''Goodybye sir, hope you enjoyed your meal!'' called Mangle after him.

She got her tray from the counter and began mounting the dishes. When she lifted the mug stained with coffe, it had a tip underneath it, like it usually did. She scooped it up and looked at it. It was £20.

''GUYS WE NEED TO COUNT UP OUR TIPS,'' she said, tipping the jar labled tips out.

''Um Ok, I've got nothing better to do anyway,'' said Minty, beggining to help count the money.

A very boring amount of time counting cash later

''During the last 3 days we've gotten £43, meaning we both get £21.50 each.''

Mangle was silent for a moment. Then she whooped at the top of her voice.

''Dude, you Ok? You seem to have forgotten we have ears,'' said Minty.

Mangle was dancing around the room now, singing at the top of her voice.

''Well, you see... I'VE GOT ENOUGH MONEY, I'M FINALLY LEAVING THIS PLACE!''

Mangle ripped off her apron and grabbed her share of the tips before bursting out.

''What was that about?'' said Minty.

''ACTUALLY I JUST REMEMBERED I'M STILL ON MY SHIFT AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY WAGES,'' said Mangle bursting back in.

2 weeks later

Mangle pulled the hood of her bright purple hoddie over her head even tighter.

The morning was crisp and a bustling crowd surrounded her, all trying to get as close to the ship as possible. The time had come, she was finally going. She was finally going to find her brother.

''The boat heading for Porton will be departing shortly, please all those with tickets come forward,'' spoke a woman's voice from the speakers towering above them.

Th crowd surged forwards and Mangle found herself clutching her suitcase as if for dear life to make sure it wasn't swalled up the hundred pair of feet walking fowards. Everyone began to board.

Soon she was standing by herself wathing the massive ship in front of her. She had once gone on one of these and went far, far away from her brother. Now, 8 years later she was doing it again, only this time to get as close to her brother as she possibly could.

Could she actually leave though? She built up a life here. But that wasn't the life she wanted. She didn't care what life she ended up getting, as long as she was with her brother. Mangle took a deep breath. Then she boarded the ship.

Some time later

Mangle looked at the brown sludge in her cup the ship's cafe had the guts to call tea, and began swirling it in her cup. She saw her own worried face peer back at her as negative thoughts about finding her brother filled her mind. She pushed them away for a second to study her reflection. Mangle had never realized how much her appearence had changed during the years. She looked older,taller, stronger, more independent...

However, what she did not feel was braver, and she felt as if she was 7 again, relying on her brother for everything. Mangle looked away and began to watch the place she'd called her home for the last 8 years grow smaller and smaller, along with creatures she trusted to call her friends.

Mangle tried to push the thought of of her mind and gave another long sighs as she poured the contents of her cup out into the sea dancing below her.

''Probably shouldn't do that,'' came a voice from behind her, ''have you bothered to look at your 'tea'? That stuff looks like it'll pollute the sea.''

Mangle gave a laugh and turned around. ''Yeah probably, wouldn't be suprised if dead fish floated to the surface-'' She stopped when as soon as she lay eyes on the girl behind her.

''Chi!?'' said Mangle.

Mangle!?'' said Chi.

Ok second chapter done! Chi is another name for Toy Chica just in case you didn't figure it out straight away. Well anyway, thanks for reading and put your feedback in the comments!

-Sunsetgirl737