Mangle's P.O.V.

He's...hugging me?

I stood there shocked, I wanted to hug him back but my body wouldn't move, I don't know if it was out of fear our shock, but I couldn't move. I stayed tense in his arms, he was holding on to m e for dear life, Freddy and the Chica's left, and Foxy pulled out of the embrace and looked me in the eyes. I didn't know what to do or say, I've never needed words until now. My mouth was opening and closing, I wanted to say so much but no words escaped my mouth.

"C'mon lass, ey tink we need te talk." Foxy said as he dragged me to the map, were I recently came out of. He let go of my hand as we entered, I looked at all the maps there were some with a mark were the treasures were and some that were blank. There were swords on walls, that crossed each other and made an 'X', the table in the middle of the room had a map of where were heading, Foxy walked around it to the other side. I stayed put across the table from him. His red furry ears were down in shame, his eye's filled with sorrow, his arm rubbing the nape of his neck like he does when he's having trouble explaining.

"Lass, how'd ye get ter? Ey tought ye were in Pirates Cove, an me Ma, is she ok?" he ask eye's full with worry, he looked so distressed thinking something happened to his Ma. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding in and just told him the truth.

"Yer Ma's fine, notin' happened te her ey swear." I promised, he sighed feeling a little better knowing his Ma is fine.

"Well, why aren't ye back at home? What happened, did ye Pa move, did ye run away do yer parents know where ye are?!" he asked, I was taken back, at first he was all worried and now he's yelling at me. My eye narrowed, as his anger fueled my own hidden one.

"Ey didn't run away! Why te bloody hell would ey de tat?!" I snapped, and I only furthered his anger.

"Well how'd ey know ey twas gone for eight years!" he shouted, my face burned red with anger.

"Exactly, ye weren't ter! So ye know notin!" I spat at him, I saw him burning with anger and one of his veins popped out. His lip curled up in a snarl, as a fierce growl erupted from his throat.

"Ey know enough! So tell me, wat te hell happened?!" he demand, his eye's glaring daggers, I was tempted to shout at him tell him it's all his fault, but I couldn't my anger was no compare to how shocked and confused I was. I didn't understand why he's yelling at me it made no sense, I didn't notice that tears were welling up until they were streaming down. Foxy calmed down when he realized I was crying, deep down he felt bad, I'm was crying because of him. I wiped my eye's free of all my tears, and looked at him with red puffy eyes, I wanted to shout at him but I didn't trust my voice right know. I walked over to the door to leave, then I felt Foxy grab my arm, he looked down at me with sorry eyes, and I froze. He looked away red flushing his cheeks, his mouth opened and closed like mine did, he sighed in defeat.

"Sorry lass, ey don't know wat made me mad, de ye forgive me?" he asked showing me puppy dog eyes, that I could never say no to, that's how he ended up with all my dessert. I looked down so he couldn't see my face, and murmured 'yes'. He let go and I walked up to the top of the deck to find Bon-Bon, I needed some one too talk to.

I got up there and looked for her, I saw leaning against the railing arms crossed waiting with a knowing look, I looked down ashamed then walked to her. She gave me an embrace and let me cry on her shoulder, my tears streamed down my face and on her back. I held her as tight as I could not letting go, I was crying for unknown reasons.

"Shh...let's go down stairs." she hushed motherly and guided me to the rooms. We went to the door and down the stairs and into the room where a dozen of hemlocks were dangling in a row. We walked to the last ones were we sleep. We got to our bunks and climb to the top of the bed's and I laid down, with a sigh we started our conversation.

"So, what happened?" she asked in a baby voice, I looked at her and groaned putting my hands on my face.

"I hate boys!" I mumbled thru my hands, I heard her chuckle and groaned louder.

"It's ok, what did he do?" she asked again, I moved my arms off my face and looked her in the eyes' then sighed.

"He yelled at me, fer no reason!" I shouted furious for no reason as well, she sighed and shook her head at me.

"He's possibly just worried and doesn't want to seem weak in front of you?" she thought out loud, which confused me, I looked at her with a raised eye.

"Why te hell would he be embarrassed? Were friends, ey don't tink he'd be embarrassed." I said a matter o factly, some people started entering for bed, so we quieted down.

"Well maybe he likes you." she said softly, but I heard and turned to my side and thought about what I heard.