Mangle's POV

Earlier that night...

Mangle let out a pained groaned as she lifted her head and fluttered her eyelids. As she lay crumpled on the tiled floor, she took note that she was in her usual disfigured and contorted state, thanks to the children. She let out a huff and lifted her head slightly, even if it pained her to do so. Her vision was slightly obscured, due to the fact she only had one eye. She grimaced and began fumbling around, trying to find it but to no avail.

"Everything alright, Mangle?" a voice asked.

Mangle glanced over at the doorway to see Chica standing at the entrance to Kids Cove. "Yeah, just... Help me find my eye" she replied, patting the area around her.

Chica padded over and scooped up the plastic eyeball which had been lying just out of Mangle's reach. "Here you go" she said, handing it to Mangle.

Mangle nodded in thanks before popping the eye back into its socket. It was a very simple procedure and she had done it so often that it was just second nature.

"You need any help or...?"

Mangle slowly got to her feet, her legs trembling violently, her knees threatening to buckle. She stumbled forwards and leaned against the wall for support, her second head hanging close to her own, with wires spilling out of her naked endoskeleton and head. "I'm fine" she replied, latching onto the wall and climbing upwards. Within seconds, she was hanging from the ceiling.

Chica nodded "Well, if you're sure..." She trailed off as she turned away and exited.

Mangle watched Chica leave before crawling along the ceiling and going exploring several rooms. BB's giggling caught her attention, so she made went into the game area only to find Bonnie and BB talking to one another.

Mangle stared silently at them from above as they talked. She thought about contributing but decided to stay quiet and not alter them to her presence.

A few minutes passed, and the conversation finally ended as BB left. Bonnie was about to leave, when for some strange reason she decided to look up and caught Mangle spying on her.

"Hi Mangle!" She called up to her.

Mangle paused for a moment before greeting her with a brief nod and quickly making her exit.

Mangle.

She hated that name. Ever since the employee's started calling her that all the other animatronics did too. She would prefer it if they referred to her as her original name; Vixey.

She had only ended up this way because the toddlers had gotten too curious. They had discovered her weak points, her eye and neck, that had been caused by Foxy some time ago. After that, they continued to rip her apart day after day, and the employee's would continue to fix her until they gave up, and the toddlers could rip her apart and put her back together however they pleased.

The problem was, these were only children, with simple minds. They probably couldn't finish a puzzle without assistance from their parents, let alone rebuild a animatronic. So this, this monstrosity, was who she was now and she was used to it.

The sound of the music box playing fast snapped her out her train of thought. She quickly made her way over to Prize Corner and found the Marionette slowly rising from an oversized present.

Mangle raised an eyebrow and dropped down from the ceiling. Once the Marionette was at his full height, he jumped out of the box and landed in front of her. His hands were cupped together and in his palms was a smaller version of the present he resided in.

He smiled and outstretched his arms, holding the present out to her. Mangle paused before gesturing to herself "For me?" She asked.

The Marionette nodded, pushing the gift into her own hands. Mangle stared at the gift and attempted to open it, but failed miserably. "I don't think I can untie the ribbon" she told him with a grimace.

The Marionette looked disheartened, but quickly regained what seemed to be happiness as he leaned forwards and assisted her in opening the present. He undid the bow, and the ribbon simply slid off. The Marionette allowed her to continue, as lifting the lid was simple enough.

Inside the present was a Foxy plushie.

It was much cuter than the original. It was intact for one thing, unlike the animatronic it was based off. Then again, Mangle was not much different. Foxy had more suit on than her.

She scooped up the plushie and gave it a gentle squeeze. It's one, yellow amber eye gleamed, with the other covered by an eyepatch. She felt a bit of nostalgia, but she wasn't really sure why.

"Um... Thanks" she murmured, placing the plushie on the counter.

The Marionette scooped the plushie back up off the counter and forced it into Mangle's hand. She sighed "Yeah, I'll hold onto it, I guess..."

She slumped down by the oversized gift and sighed, staring longingly at the plushie. The Marionette stared at her silently and pointed at the poster of her. "What?" She asked, not knowing what he was trying to say. As far as she knew, the Marionette didn't talk, he just made cheerful sounds at birthday parties or cried when the music box wasn't wond up.

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, and then ran his finger along the fake tear on his face. "Sad?" She questioned.

He nodded and then pointed at her naked-endoskeleton.

"Does being broken make me sad?"

He nodded.

Mangle paused and let out another long winded sigh "Yeah, I guess it does..." She murmured "Bonnie, Chica, Freddy... They're all treated so kindly... And here I am, tortured day in and day out by a bunch of toddlers.

The Marionette gave himself a gentle punch. "Does it hurt?" She guessed.

He nodded once again.

Mangle looked back at the plushie "It hurts so much. It's painful, and I just want to cry put and tell them to stop, but I can't. They wouldn't listen even if I did..." She told him sadly.

The Marionette gestured at the Foxy plushie and then made a heart shape with his fingers. "Do I heart him?" She swallowed hard "Do I-" she choked up "Love him"

The Marionette nodded, slower this time, looking somewhat concerned.

Mangle quivered, but quickly regained her composure "No" she growled lowly, her mood changing in a blink of an eye. "I don't" she replied, locking eye contact with the Marionette. "Maybe I did... Once. But not anymore. He's the reason I'm like... This" she said, gesturing a her disfigured form "If it weren't for him, maybe I'd have a chance to entertain the children, like Bonnie, Chica and Freddy. But because of... HIM, I am forced to suffer!"

She rubbed her temple stressfully, only for her anger to swiftly return and causing her to throw the plushie across the room. The Marionette looked disheartened, but instead of picking the plushie back up and forcing her to hold onto it, he walked up to her and patted her on what was supposed to be a shoulder.

Mangle stared up at the silent being and gave him a weak smile "Thank you" she whispered softly.

"Thank you"

My representation of the Marionette when he's... Well... Not killing night guards. Also, yay, it's the first time Vixey's had her own POV! I didn't give her one in the original because she was considered as a side character and not one of the main four.

But she is apart of the main four now. So enjoy seeing her POVs from now on.