They slowly stood up.
"Well now that I've told you, I should probably go tell Springtrap."
"Can I come with you?"
"Sure." Mangle reached out her hand. Together they walked out of the hallway Mangle was hiding in, and trudged to the back room.
Springtrap was sitting on a rusty box full of nothing but old parts. He was sharpening a pocket knife he had pulled from his jeans with a metal bar he scavenged from the parts. He stared at the doorway as Toy Bonnie and Mangle walked in.
"What do you want?"
"I need to tell you something that I've been keeping secret for a while now." Mangle told Springtrap everything that he didn't know already. At first he seemed mad but soon became overwhelmed with the news he was getting just then. After she told him, he hugged her and slowly cried. Toy Bonnie had never seen Springtrap cry one time.
"Thank you for telling me. I mean, I don't really know what to say now though. How are you going to preform?"
"My understudy will have to do it."
"Are you okay with that, your opening night is a big deal."
"It's okay. I'm sure this isn't my last play."
"Have you gone to any doctors yet?"
"No, I found out a week ago. My first one is on Tuesday. Do you think you could come with me?"
"Of course."
Mangle and Springtrap walked out of the room together, leaving Toy Bonnie to look around Springtrap's room. She searched through every box and every corner to find some kind of dirt on Springtrap. Finally, she found something. She found a note to Chica saying "My dearest love, I do not love Mangle, for I love you. I know that you love me back so please accept this request of you being mine."
Toy Bonnie found another letter attached to it confirming the request. "Finally," She thought. "Some dirt on Springtrap so Mangle can finally ump him. He doesn't deserve Mangle." Toy Bonnie and Mangle's brother, Foxy, had been planing this for months. Long before Toy Bonnie even knew that Mangle even acknowledged her presence. All that was left was to give Mangle the notes.