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Be Mangle

You haven't been with this group long. Longer than Goldie but still not long so you tend to just stand off to the side and watch things as they happen to be honest. You just feel slightly out of place sometimes. You're the only one of the original kids that made it so you acquired your animal side a bit differently kidnapped at the age of five from the really old location and forced to go through a series of experiments where the whitecoats physically removed your blood to alter it. Much unlike your companions who were experimented on in the womb and kidnapped at birth they don't know anything of the outside world like you. But they don't seem to care honestly they have each other. You wish you understood their relationship your companions died before you could develop one with them. So needless to say the amount of freaking out they do at the disappearance of Freddy damn near overwhelms your calm, cool, and collected self. You almost told everyone to get a grip on themselves but then he looked at you with worried golden eyes silently begging for a rock to keep him steady and you kept your trap shut. You keep your arm around him now he's fidgeting obviously nervous as Jeremy tries feebly to cheer them all up. Nobody speaks but him Chica offers everyone food silently they need to eat but even she doesn't have the spark to force them.

Goldie is curled into Bonnie's chest whining and clutching his head obviously in searing pain. You always found it strange how twins can kind of feel what's happening to each other sometimes. Freddy used to feel a strong sense of dread and panic at night so bad he would pace instead of sleep that you eventually found out was bleeding over from his hiding twin. He must be in terrible agony as Goldie lets out a pained sob making Bonnie's ears fall back. He tries to soothe him rubbing circles into the blond's back and cooing soft words into his ear that you can't pick up but he's shaking and you can tell he's simply wearing a brave mask for everyone here. Goldie lets out a loud cry of absolute agony stomping a foot and its almost too much to watch. For only meeting a few months ago the twins' connection is ridiculously strong. You whisper a quick be right back into Foxy's ear before releasing your hold on his waist earning a little whimper as you set for the stage carefully walking down the stairs to your living area. The room Foxy and you share is a bit messy clothes litter the floor and there are parts to whatever project he's working on with Goldie scattered everywhere resting on every surface the room has to offer as well as the floor. But you don't mind it smells like him and that's enough to make it ok to you...damn you fell hard for him. You rummage through your dresser drawer. You're kind of the resident medic as you had nothing better to do with your time but learn medicine til you met this group and with your ability to remember everything you read perfectly it was incredibly easy. You find the sleep meds you're looking for and head back up. You're gonna knock the poor boy out you can't stand to watch him in so much pain anymore.

You place a hand on Bonnie's shoulder getting his attention. He looks up at you, his patch is crooked and you can see the scars from the work you had to do to him to fix his face that night. You reach out and adjust it still unable to live with the fact you couldn't save his right eye. He blinks at you and mumbles a quiet thanks looking increasingly worried as Goldie begins to shake violently in his arms.

You can hear him mumbling into the violet vest he's buried in, "s-s-stop you bastards y-you're hurting him, M-Mike do something p-please I beg you," its punctuated with another sob and you can see Bonnie's hold on him tighten.

"Goldie, take these and go to sleep you don't need this right now."

You try to hand him the small pills and Chica appears with water but he looks at them like you just asked him to poison himself, offended beyond belief and somewhat angry. His eyes begin to faintly glow despite the bright lighting only to fade immediately when he doubles over in pain.

"Please, love. Please do this...for me," Bonnie takes the pills from you trying desperately to get him to take them laying the puppy eye on real thick.

He shakes and shakes hiding his face in his hands as his tears begin to absolutely pour and he just sits there a while before nodding weakly and taking them. Bonnie pulls him gently down to lay in his lap knowing better than to try to make him go to actual bed until his twin returns. He curls up into a tight ball and you'll admit its a sad sight. Foxy appears back by your side giving the blond a look of sympathy before taking off his long coat and draping it over him. Bonnie smiles at your mate mouthing a soft 'thank you.' He smiles back all teeth and small glints of silver grabbing your arm to put it back around his waist. You don't protest just going with his nudging and sitting back down where you were previously.

You have no idea how long you all sit there silently save for Goldie's soft snoring and the soft pattering of feet as Fredrick and Bernard attempt to play just for some feel of normalcy. It's been almost seven months since any of you were taken by the whitecoats and that last time was not pretty. Bonnie was brought to you unconscious with a nasty crack in his head clothes disheveled like someone had been attempting to undress him and Freddy was in chains and a shock collar. Even his mouth was restrained by a thick leather muzzle his clothes covered in blood growling low in his chest. You remember having to approach him the way one would approach an actual enraged bear and tell him you wouldn't hurt Bonnie. You remember the burn of his eyes on your back watching you with every intention of attacking if need be chained or not as you worked on his precious bunny the way they glowed brightly even without darkness. It took hours for him to calm enough to where Mike could unchain him comfortably.

A ring of the front door drags you out of your thoughts your white ears perking up as you turn to the door to see Mike carrying a very limp Freddy.

Be Freddy

Your chains are tightened to an unreasonable level and your head is put in a clunky brace before the leather around your mouth is removed but the metal inside remains leaving you laying there with your mouth wide awkwardly. Your eyes dart around attempting to see what's going on but a light is turned on over your head damn near blinding you making you close them so you're ears twitch instead trying to pick up any noise. You can hear the metallic clicking of tools all around you and the squeak of the light as its adjusted allowing you to open your eyes again. You try looking around again but you can't move your head due to the brace so you can't see a whole lot other than the white ceiling.

"Alright better sit still or this is going to hurt a lot more than is already promised."

You can see a smile behind the whitecoat's eyes as he hovers right over you he truly gets off to this you can feel it though you still don't get what's going on. Until of course there's pair of pliers coming for your face. You tug against your restraints trying to shake your head trying to get away but there's nowhere to run.

"Freddy...Please just sit still please don't give them a reason to use that collar."

Mike? You relax as best you can at his voice but your hands are still shaking and tears prickle your eyes as you feel the metal grab on and yank a perfectly good tooth out. You scream as best you can and tug your restraints hard enough to make the sound of metal on metal ring through the room as the taste of blood fills your mouth.

"Get your beast under control, Mike."

"Not my fault you didn't want to numb him for this. I don't even see the point in giving him these," you can't see what these are but something tells you you're not gonna like them. "If you want to torture him for mauling Frank there are better ways to do it you know that don't include arming him further."

Arming you further? What?

Another yank and another cry but despite your cries it continues. He yanks each and every one of your teeth one by painful one slowly, tortuously and you're surprised you aren't at risk of bleeding out at this rate.

"When he is completely done he will be the talk of the military. We'll be rich, Mike. But we gotta keep a leash on strength like his. Frank was a prime example of how far the project really has come. Perfect weapon as soon as he's disciplined. Needs to know not to bite the hand that feeds him is all. But we might as well get something done while we teach him hence this."

He clicks the pliers in the air and you can practically feel Mike's frown.

"He's just a disobedient animal after all, why do you care what kind of pain he's in? Pain is the best form of discipline. Now hand me the scalpel gonna need it if we're gonna get those suckers in their proper places."

Mike obeys knowing they'll take any grief that he causes out on you if he doesn't go with it. For a moment you can see him and you know you look pathetic eyes red from crying, chin covered in bloody drool, and toothless. He mouths a gentle 'hang in there' to you before he's pushed out of the way by the scalpel wielder. You take a deep breathe as best you can before that blade is slicing clean through your upper gums and oh this is what dying feels like you swear. He pulls out what looks to be a bottle of liquid cement or something similar handing it to Mike to hold while he comes at you with a drill now. Your eyes widen and you begin to really struggle when it's turned on. He glares at Mike holding up a button to him threateningly with his free hand.

"Freddy settle, settle it's ok it's only gonna hurt for a bit. Then I'll take you back to the others, but we gotta get through this. We have to."

With a sob you calm yourself trying with all you have to stop the trembling but all you really manage to do is bring it down to random twitches. The drill whirls and you clamp your eyes shut at you feel it rip through the sensitive flesh. Small holes are drilled in specific places all along your top gums then finally it stops and is set aside. He grabs the bottle now tipping you way back making you swallow your own blood as he fills each hole a little bit before setting it aside. You open your eyes just in time to see what is replacing your teeth. Animal teeth? Bear teeth specifically. Of course. They're sharp as daggers, thick, and menacing looking that's what Mike meant by arming you farther. They're not much bigger than the teeth they just pulled but they're fewer, sturdier, and more powerful. They had to have been a cub's though to be that small. Silently you apologize to the poor thing, it didn't deserve it's fate.

He pushes one into its place not gently either pushing the top of your head down and the tooth up to make sure its secure before moving on to the next, then the next, then the next until your upper jaw is done. He takes his hand out of your mouth admiring his work.

"I'm gonna get a coffee while those dry a bit feel lucky I'm giving you a break, monster."

With that he leaves its just Mike and you now. He wipes your chin carefully.

"You're doing well kid just hold on for me ok? Be strong they need you to be."

Oh don't you know it...you're the level head, you're the one that sees the whole picture not just snippets of it. You dread what they would do to them. Would they be here in your place? You can't let that happen this kind of torture you'll take for them. The door swings open again and you try to steady yourself.

"Back to work," he whistles a happy tune going back to his tools like he's a normal dentist.

But maybe he is you wouldn't know. He taps one of the large canines he inserted nodding satisfied when it doesn't budge and sets about sewing your gums back up to form pockets around each one so they heal like that before repeating the process on your lower jaw. The process is absolutely grueling but soon you're done and he stuffs your mouth full of cotton before replacing the leather strap.

Your world is spinning and blurry from the pain but you can still make out the words around you, "get him out of here I'm done with him."

You see Mike nod as he leaves. He unchains you scooping you up and heading up the stairs leading out of this hellhole right up through the floorboards of a large hospital like building. The Institution. This is the closest to the outside world you will ever get. Mike hurries you to his car guarding your ears from potential viewers and lays you across the backseat. Your body is limp from exhaustion and you find yourself quickly falling asleep as the car moves.

Be Goldie

You hear his scream. With a nudge you get the bear to remove its head and scramble out. It can't move, even with you in it, at night for some reason only able to teleport around and even then it can't do that with you in it. So you bid it good bye and sprint for the source of the scream. There's no night watch here anymore. Since the doors broke they can't struggle to survive. He doesn't have as good a time watching them now. So who's here? You peek into the main stage room and see a head of violet hair and floppy ears struggling in the grip of Bonnie. The large suit has him by the face and before you can stop it his skin is torn away with a agonized cry. Why does he have to remind you of him. The precious one you lost. You don't know but seeing him in pain enrages you and your lunge for the lavender rabbit. You mange to rip its arm away from its body forcibly making it release its victim before returning the favor it gave him somehow having the strength to rip its face clean off before hearing the person behind you cry again and an inhuman scream.

The rabbit backs off a bit it seems dazed and you quickly tackle the fox behind you its hook is now covered in blood. For some reason though your gaze is drawn to the stage again where you see blue eyes, glowing just like your own, poking out of its floorboards looking around in what appears to be desperation.

You scoop up the now unconscious and heavily bleeding boy into your arms and dart for them.

"Out of the way! I don't know who you are but we're coming in!"

They quickly move allowing you to barrel down a set of stairs as they slam the trap door down doing up six different bolts before turning to you. Holy mirror mirror.

You wake with a start you hate sleep meds they make you dream of that night. The night you found Bonnie topside the night you met all of them including your brother. Freddy! You jolt from your bed. Wait bed? You didn't fall asleep in bed. But you cease caring when you look down. Curled into your chest is Freddy. His mouth is badly swollen and his face is tear and blood stained but you let out a relieved breathe as it is. He's alive in pain but alive. You run your hand through his chocolate locks watching the way they slip between your fingers. His hair is a little oily he could use a shower you note but he probably just wants to sleep he's had a long day. His ear twitches as your hand brushes over it causing him to stir a little shifting on your chest before falling still again.

"How's he doing?"

You look to the doorway seeing Mangle and Foxy standing there. Mangle looks as stoic as ever while Foxy looks like he's trying not to leap at you to make sure you're ok. His metal leg twitches and his tail tip flicks in his obvious worry. You sigh and open your arms to the red head. His ears go straight up and he all but flings himself into your arms giving you a bone crushing hug.

"I just woke up but he seems ok," you mange to cough out to the white fox just before his partner releases you.

He nods looking satisfied with your answer as he comes in holding a thermometer sticking it in your brother's mouth with more care than you've ever seen him use with anyone but Foxy.

"The whitecoats replaced his teeth. Mike says it was punishment for mauling that one guy a month before we met you."

"God how can they blame him for that!?" Foxy pipes up, "the creep was gonna rape Bonnie! Those fucking rabbit ears don't mean he's some kind of sex addict and they defiantly don't give anyone clearance to do that whitecoat or not!"

"I never said he was rightfully punished my flower I just said that's what they claimed it was."

The pet name brings a blush darker than his hair to his face and you bite your tongue to keep from mentioning that Bonnie has kind of admitted to being a sex addict. If only to Freddy and you. If he doesn't get his fix every other day he gets crabby as hell but they don't need to know that. That month he went cold turkey was the worst. Foxy sighs ears falling to their natural pose as he calms down again amazingly his loud voice didn't make Freddy so much as twitch.

"He's a little warm and he won't be able to talk properly if at all for at least a couple days we'll need to think of a plan to address the work issue what with him not being able to sing. He might also have a drooling problem til he gets used to his new chompers." You nod to the medic as he turns to leave,"let him rest I guess but Bonnie's getting twitchy so you should come see him before he dies of worry. He's topside playing with the kids," and with that they're gone and you both are alone again.

Be Mark

"I left him Angel...I didn't want to...but I panicked...and now he might very well be gone..."

You confine in your sister though she's been in a coma since she fell asleep at the party. The doctors don't know what happened she just...slipped away. She just lays there the monitors beeping hugging her Freddy toy and it just reminds you of last night. The mask lays in your bag next to you along with your uniform. You look to it and sigh pulling out your phone checking the time visiting hours are almost over. Perhaps you should go back.