Bonnie yawned and flicked the channel over to a news one. They didn't get many channels at 10 pm, so they had to unfortunately listen to the chipper Belle Kennedy rattle on about... honestly, whatever. Mangle was secretly glad about the channel switch. She hated sports with a burning passion. Why would people want to watch a bunch of tall crazy idiots run after a ball like a dog on steroids? It just didn't make any sense to her.
Oh no, it was that stupid news lady again. Belle Kennedy. Her teeth almost seemed whiter, if that was even possible. They hurt Mangle's eyes.
"Today we have a story that'll make you think twice about driving drunk. A car accident happened on Aspen Lane, and the man driving was killed on impact. He was also not wearing a seatbelt."
Chica winced. "Yikes. That's terrible, I feel bad for the guy." Chica was on her hot-pink beanbag on the floor, sketching a pink elf girl in her sketchbook. Drawing was something Chica and Mangle shared in common. Mangle herself was upside-down leaning against a yellow stool. Bonnie got the bed, it was his bedroom after all.
"The man's name was Axel Silver."
Everyone froze. Bonnie's face went pale. No. It couldn't be.
"Silver's wife, Dolly, who was with her friend Richard at his house, was unaware of the situation. The couple also had a son, Jeremy, who was actually one of the Freddy's victims almost nine years ago. Hard to believe that that tragedy happened nearly ten years ago, huh? Now, over to Dan the Weatherman."
Bonnie flicked off the TV, still frozen stiff. Chica and Mangle turned to Bonnie, not sure on what to do.
"Um. Are- are you okay? I don't really know much...were you two close?" Mangle asked tentatively. Having been killed about five years after the others, she didn't actually know as much as they did about each other.
Bonnie laughed bitterly. "Close? Hah. If only he stayed far away. If only he'd just run away to some unknown location and had never bothered me again."
"Oh." Mangle said. She wanted to slap herself. Why was she so inconsiderate?
Bonnie noticed her face and paused. "Sorry, Mags, I didn't mean it like that. I guess you didn't know much about what happened." He cleared his throat. "Well, for starters, they didn't even mean to have me. So there was that. But, my dad was glad to have a strong, masculine, sporty boy he could use for money. Or whatever, I'm not exactly sure what his motives were."
Then, when he soon realized I wasn't actually interested in sports and would rather play in the backyard with bugs and make dolls out of sticks- remember, I was four. Four-year-olds don't really care much about sports. So then he straight-up ignored me. He'd go out drinking every night, and sometimes he'd bring his sleazy friends over. They'd laugh and drink beer and smoke and talk shit about 'those curshed homoshexshuals'."
Bonnie stretched out on the bed, gesturing to his black hoodie with a pride flag on it and laughed. "Ironic, the way I turned out. But anyways, sometimes they'd go outside and just say the most disgusting slurs at any girl, non-Caucasian, or someone they deemed was dressed like a *gasp* gay. Or like a prostitute. As if it's any of their business." He rolled his eyes. "And yeah, they'd bring me along too. I always felt so uncomfortable and so bad for the people they'd insult. And sometimes they'd even flirt with teenage girls. Like, how absolutely disgusting is that? They were all like, these gross forty or fifty year old men."
My mom wasn't much better, but at least she didn't hurt me physically...as much. She'd go out to clubs and hook up with guys and she had at least three other boyfriends. So yeah, that guy Richard? Most definitely not a friend. She'd hit me if I told, so I kept quiet. I was like five, so I basically did anything my parents asked me. Plus, I was scared of what my dad might do to my mom. He was kind of a dick to her, but I don't think he ever hurt her physically."
Even though I made friends at school, I never had anyone over because I was too scared my parents would hit them too. Like the ones who were girls and people who weren't obviously white. Stupid, I know." He sighed and rested his chin and his hands. "But that part of my life is over now. He hasn't been my father for almost nine years, so he's pretty much just another civilian. Sad that he died, but it's whatever. Good riddance." Bonnie's eyes were watery, but he blinked them away.
Mangle was staring open-mouthed. "He really did all that? Oh, darling, c'mere. That's just horrible." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug, Chica joining in soon after. Bonnie mumbled a thank you and wiped his nose with his hoodie sleeve.
"Well, I guess that's a benefit to being trapped here. No stupid abusive assholes to bother you." Bonnie laughed dryly.
Chica searched his face with wide blue eyes. "Bonnie, are you okay?"
Bonnie gave her a half-smile. "Yeah, I think so. It's like, what do you do when a terrible person who's also your father dies? I mean, if he was just some random guy, I probably wouldn't give a shit. But I guess it doesn't really matter, as I haven't even seen him in nine years. So yeah, I'm okay."
Chica and Mangle smiled, glad their friend was alright.
"Do you want to-"
There was a crash from Pirate's Cove, or Kid's Cove, however you want to say it.
"Was that Foxy?" Chica asked. Mangle shook her head.
"No, he and Freddy were playing some video game in Freddy's room. That's weird. I'll go check it out." She yawned and stood up, then made her way over to the Pirate's Cove place. On her way, she brainstormed ideas on clothes she could design. A checkered tank top with black cargo pants, or a bright yellow fluffy dress with a matching headband. She'd have to draw those later, or maybe design them in the Sims 4. Something like that.
She could hear Foxy and Freddy chatting happily in their room, and Mangle smiled. She'd picked the game out for them, Five Nights At Mr. Hugs'. It seemed like a good scary game for the two of them to play, and they'd been on a marathon the past few hours.
Mangle straightened her black overall skirt and pushed open the door.
"Aah!" She shrieked in surprise.
It was a human! And one she didn't recognize, either. Reflexes kicked in and she shifted to her animatronic form, before realizing what a terrible idea that was. Could she control her instincts? Maybe. Hopefully.
The man spun around, revealing fluffy blond hair and blue eyes. He yelped when he saw the creature standing behind him. Light illuminates the place behind her, making her face shadowed and ultimately creepy. Especially when her eyes glowed. "Pl-please, I-I-I just wanted t-to grab my h-h-hat." He stammered, holding a small baseball cap.
Mangle growled, her eyes going black, a sure sign of instincts kicking in. A human. How fun it would be to rip him to shreds. And then put him back together. It'd be like a fun puzzle, and it wasn't like she hadn't gone through the same thing! He deserved this!
The man whimpered and backed into a corner.
No! Stop! The sane part of Mangle's mind cried out. This wouldn't solve anything! Stop it-
Too late. Her body had already advanced. She pounced on the human, teeth instinctively heading for his forehead. She pierced skin, ripped flesh and bone, clawed past his skull and- oh no. He was still alive. Hastily, she snapped his neck so this wouldn't be any more painful. She welcomed the Remnant, but with a sense of guilt attached to it that was almost worse than anything she'd ever felt since she was thirteen. How had she been so careless?
Mangle peered at the damage. It was certainly bad, much gorier than the clean kills her and her friends typically stuck with. She'd never been this violent before, not unless she was driven by rage. Which she hadn't been. So why was her robot body suddenly so aggressive?
"Hello? Jeremy? It's Laurinda. I got your coat! Hell-ooo?"
Mangle froze. There was a lady there. Before she could move, the door swung open and the lady gasped at the sight of a terrifying amalgamation of parts with a blood-soaked mouth staring right at her. Mangle, unsure of how to react, gave her a bloody grin.
Laurinda shrieked in horror, shaking her cell phone to open the camera and snap a quick picture. And then, as fast as she could go, she dashed out of the room, likely to call the police.
Mangle groaned. Shit. This would take years of explaining.
They'd most definitely face a lawsuit.
"Christian, how are you gonna explain this one? Huh? The lady literally got the damn thing on camera! There was blood and brains like some kind of cheap zombie movie! I don't even think you can explain it. We gotta scrap her." Walter Rollins yelled, pacing back and forth in front of his boss's wooden desk. Christian Lee was chugging down some cherry J-Fuel while simultaneously playing some crappy cheap anime mobile game.
Walter sighed. His boss never took anything seriously. The only reasons he was the boss was:
1: Fazbear Entertainment didn't care much about their employees.
2: After the two co-owners died/disappeared, Christian was left in charge.
If anything, Walter should be in charge! He'd make a fantastic boss, and he was stuck being some sort of royal advisor, which translated to buying Christian snacks and games, or funding his constant need for hair dye. Right now, it was a mix of blue and purple, fading to lime green at the ends. He was wearing a black shirt with some busty anime girl clad in a skimpy battle outfit on it. Completely inappropriate for running a children's business. Walter kept his look professional, with his dark hair in a flat-top and a crisp gray business suit. Clearly, he was the only one serious about the job.
Christian burped and shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, what can the girl do to us? How can she prove the robot did it?"
Walter rolled his eyes. "She can sue us? She took a picture? Duh?"
Chris chuckled. "She can't sue us! It's in the fine print. 'Fazbear entertainment is not responsible for death, injury, or dismemberment, blah blah blah,'" Chris brushed it off.
"You think this'll work for our reputation?! I've been working for nine years to wipe our shady history away, and for a while we were doing that! But now one of our robots has screwed everything up for us, and nobody's going to come here again unless we DO SOMETHING!" Walter shouted. Ugh, Chris was possibly the dumbest person he'd ever met!
Christian sighed and paused his game. Walter was astounded. A miracle! Christian hadn't bothered to do that...ever, actually! So this must be pretty dire.
"Listen, maybe it's for the best if this place shuts down. I mean, After and Emily never explicitly told me, but I knew about this place's shady intentions." Christian said quietly. "And, well, maybe things will be better for Hurricane, and everyone in it, if everyone forgets that this place existed."