AN: Wow, people are reading this? Thx for the support, and I just found out I can make one chapter a day so this will be updated every day or so. Also when The Mangle is not mangled she is going to be called Toy Foxy. Enjoy!
Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves. ~Abraham Lincoln
Chapter 3
Toy Bonnie
As I open my eyes, I see an empty game room but unlike last night it was fully lit up with light. I look at the clock and I see the time is 9:30 AM, only 30 minutes till the pizzeria opens. I look to my left to see what Freddy and Chica are doing, Freddy is just standing there doing nothing, and Chica was looking around the room.
"What should we do before the pizzeria opens?" Chica asks.
"I don't know." I answer to her question.
"Well, I don't know about you but I'm going to take a walk." Chica says.
"Ok, you go do that, I'll just wait." I say.
I wait until the pizzeria opens and all the kids come streaming in, most of the kids went to get pizza first before coming to us, I saw Donnie in the crowd and I stepped off the stage to greet him and as soon as he saw me he started running toward me. But as soon as he started running, his mom said he needed to eat his pizza before he played with me. So as he ate his pizza, I looked around for someone to play with I noticed some thing was off but I couldn't find what it was, so I started to look around when I see the parts and service room door was ajar, I started to move toward the door but I decide to leave it alone, it's probably the mechanic. So I walk away from the door to see if Donnie had finished his pizza.
Toy Chica
I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, it's like you know someone is watching you, but you don't know who is watching. I walk to the middle of the game room and look around try to find who is watching me. But the feeling goes away when I see that person who I get that strange recognition walk through the door, I see him start to walk through the game room, I decide to be the first to talk to him. As he walks toward the main hall I walk up behind him.
"I'm Chica! Want to play?" I ask.
He immediately stops moving and his skin goes pale. He slowly turns around to face me; the look on his face was a combination of nervousness and anxiety.
"You look different then last time I saw you." He says in nervous tone.
I could remember last time I saw him, but I looked normal not different.
"There are plenty of things to do at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" I say."
"Yes I know that. But what do you want?" He asks.
"Come with me…...Please." I say.
"Ok, but last time I heard that phrase was when someone in a big white van had a bunch of candy in the back of the van, I ran for my life." He says as he follows me.
Mangle
Right now in this moment, it feels like I'm in hell. Why does it feel like that you might ask, it feels like that because kids are dismantling me right now, taking their time taking apart and destroying me bit by bit. I don't know if I was made to be taken apart or to be normal just like Freddy and Bonnie and Chica, But either way it ended up with me becoming a take apart and put back together thing. But I see Chica out of the corner of my eye and I know if she's here that means the kids are going to be gone for a few minutes too. I waited for Chica to speak but it never came, instead a human voice spoke to the children.
"Sorry kids, but Foxy is now closed for maintenance." Said the voice.
"I don't get it. I'm in perfect shape." I think to myself. But then I remember Chica is here so that means that she is up to something. After all the kids leave the room the only ones in the room are Chica, the person, and I.
"Say hello to one of my friends." Chica says to the person.
The person comes over and grabs me and puts me on the counter. I can clearly see his face now and I realize he is the same person that I recognized.
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
He sees this and he runs over somewhere to get something.
"Hold on for a second." He says.
He returns with the rest of my parts, and then he starts to put me back together, as he reattaches each part I feel better and better. After he is done assembling me I feel great, I now can use my arms and legs correctly and I can speak without and audio skips and to top it off, I feel whole again.
"Thank you!" I say to the person.
"No problem." He replies.
"Can we have a moment please? I need to ask him something." I say to Chica.
"Ok, that's fine." Chica says as she walks out.
As the person and I sit on the counter I ask what his name is.
"My name is Malcom Downing." He says.
I try to find something in my mind that matches his name and face, and then I find the reason that the others and I recognize him.
"What happened with the gang robbery?" I ask him.
He then looks at me with a serious expression and says.
I'd rather not talk about that." He says to me.
"Why?" I ask him.
"That robbery is the reason why I'm almost out of money, why my parents hate me, and why I'm working minimum wage." He answers.
"If you weren't here, I'd still be a pile of metal." I say to him.
"Well, to heck with it, I'll tell you." He says. "But don't report me to the cops."
"Don't worry, I can keep a secret." I say.
"Ok, now where do I start?" He says.
"Start before it happened" I say before he tells the story.
Malcom Downing
My mind drifts back to when it all started.
It was a coldish day because it had rained the night before, but it was April and rain was not much of a surprise. I was only 16 years old when it happened and I would never forget it, anyways I was walking down the street that was wet because of the rain, and there where no cars or people in the street except me. That was my first clue that something was off but I ignored it, what I should have done was walk away while I had the chance but I kept going. My mom needed her medication because she had these migraines all the time and that made her restless and temperamental, so to avoid her getting angry at me for nothing I had to get her medication. My mom couldn't get them because of the migraines; my dad was too busy watching football to get them, and my brother was doing his homework and résumé for his job.
So that made me the only one that could actually get the medication for my mom.
As I walked into the drug store to get the medication a gang burst into to the building and shot all the cameras, destroying them and then held the casher at gunpoint and demanded the money in the register, while some of the others took about everything in sight. While the casher was emptying the money, he pulled out a gun from underneath the counter and aimed it at the gang members and told them to drop their weapons. The gang members just laughed and pointed their guns and shot him down, as he died he flung the gun in the air and then I grabbed it and pointed the gun at the gang member who killed the casher, just at the same time I did that the police came into the building and told us to drop our weapons. I did as he asked, but some of them aimed their guns at the police but the cops killed those who aimed their guns at them.
The gang members that surrendered got handcuffed and arrested, then one of the officers walked up to me and asked me to come with him. Being myself I willingly went with him, but as soon as I got to the police car he tried to handcuff me.
"Whoa, Whoa! What are you doing?" I asked him.
"We need to bring you in." He said.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because you are a suspect in a crime." He said to me.
"What! I didn't do anything." I exclaimed.
"Just get in the car." He said as he tried to handcuff me.
"You don't need those." I say as I get into the car.
It felt like an eternity waiting to get to the police station to be questioned. But when I did get questioned I only told the truth, but it seemed no one believed me. After the questioning came the hearing, no one believed me and I didn't have a lawyer so I have to plead my own case. The hearing seemed to take forever and I almost lost the case but if it hadn't been for the gun I was holding was never fired, I would have went to prison. So instead of going to prison the police put me on their watch list and they keep an eye on me every now and then.
After that happened my parents never trusted me again and started to hate me to the point that they practically disowned me, my grades in school started to plummet, I lost a lot of money, and to top it off I can't get the chicks anymore.
"So that's it, that is the story why my life is in ruins." I say to Toy Foxy.
"So in a way you where just like me, being dismantled by others every day of your whole life." Toy Foxy replies. "But not physically but mentally."
"Now I'm here working the nightshift." I say.
Immediately after I say that, her ears perk up.
"The nightshift? But there is no one here after hours." She says.
"Yes there is, I am the person who works the nightshift." I say to her.
"Where are you during the night?" She asks me.
"In a small office at the end of a very long hallway." I answer.
"I'll look for you when the night comes." She says as she hops off the counter.
"Ok, but I got to go." I say.
"Ok, bye." Toy Foxy says as I walk out of the room.
I start to walk down to the office when I look at the time; I see the time is 11:50 and I walk into the office and sit down waiting for the nightmare to start, but this this time I'll be prepared for what is about to start. But this time I won't be alone and I know how everything works, as the time hits 12:00 AM I brace myself for the night and the horrifying events that it will undoubtedly contain.