As the clock ticked to midnight and bonged twelve times, electricity began to crackle. Rough metallic whirling stirred through the night air accompanied by a weak creaking. Mangle powered on, her eye scanners trying their best to identify her surroundings. It was very odd, the objects were familiar, but the room was not. It almost looked like a shrine to Freddy Fazbear's.
"Where am I?"
She couldn't sense any spirits, especially the Puppet. She was relieved, no more being controlled, even if she did pity the poor child.
"And it didn't even stop him..." she thought.
She shook it out of her head, her first priority was to figure out where she was. With loud, slow steps she approached a door. Her joints felt weighed down and lagged, reaching out was slow. She felt she couldn't push forward, so instead she leaned. With loud thud and a sound resembling a metallic groan, she fell forward on her face.
Turning her head back up, she saw she was in a luxurious looking hallway as moonlight showed in through large windows. She turned her head left and right, but suddenly stopped. Two black eyes stared at her, she identified another endoskeleton, encased in a white balloon with long arms and short, stubby legs. She wasn't sure how to react, but the other robot moved forward and raised its hand.
"I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion." it stated in a masculine voice.
Mangle's voicebox didn't work, she tried her best communicating with her AI.
"I... Am... Toy... Foxy... Call... Me... Mangle."
"Mangle." he repeated as he shuffled forward, soon he was right in front of her. A screen lit up on his stomach with several facial expressions that ranged from smiling to painful gritting of teeth. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain level?"
Mangle gave him an empty stare for a moment, half because it was just plain weird, half because it had been forever since someone tried to help her. She lifted her hand hesitantly and pressed the ten.
"My scanner does not work on other robots, but I am a trained chiropractor." he held up his hands. "Please remain still."
With quick, powerful motions, Mangle suddenly felt her joints snapped into place in quick succession. Soon she found herself standing, even with her companion AI set in place. This was the most normal she had been in years.
"Thank... You..."
"I thought I heard something!"
"Where'd Baymax go?"
"Don't you guys watch horror movies?! NEVER GO TO THE HALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!"
Suddenly five teens, though one being tugged by his nightshirt by a dark haired girl, stumbled into the hall. The one being tugged suddenly fainted and nearly hit the short one.
"Sweet!"
"It has a night mode, pretty simple stuff nowadays."
"Oh my... Well, actually it is much cuter, just needs fur..."
"Wait, why does she look better?"
The short one looked at Baymax. "Did you fix her?"
"She was a patient in need of assistance." Baymax looked at her. "Everyone, this is Toy Foxy, but wishes to preferably called Mangle."
Mangle looked at them, her scanners were no longer being clouded by the Puppet's influence. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. She nodded in understanding.
The fainted one regained consciousness and yelled. "GET AWAY FROM IT, IT MIGHT BITE!"
Mangle, as quick as she could at least, shook her head. "No... It... Was... A... Mistake... Ghost... Made... Me..."
"She says a ghost made her." Baymax translated.
"She's not the one that got stuffed, is she?" the tall girl asked.
"No, the new ones were all robotic, no space inside from what Tadashi told me from his ghost stories."
"Um, hello?! She said: 'GHOST'!" the large one screeched.
"Awesome!"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" the dark haired girl yelled. "Listen, she knows something about the murders! We have to do something so she can tell us."
"AI... Damaged... Can't... Say... Everything..."
"With her damaged AI, she won't be able to inform us properly." Baymax spoke.
"So, what do we do?" the tall girl asked.
"Easy," the short one nodded. "Fix her."