Mangle woke from her uncomfortable nap. Why am I here? Who am I? And then it all comes flooding back.
The beginning, bright and pink. Everything was fine and dandy. She was repaired anytime she needed and trained in preforming, pleasing, and following orders. It was awesome... Until they brought her home. Every day, just like the next, blending together. Taken apart, Badly put together, taken apart, then closing time when she wakes up, torn apart and strewn across the floor, unsure of where she is. Like every day.
I am not Mangle. I am not a trash heap. I am not a failure. She chanted those words while she pulled herself together, trying VERY hard not to cry. I am NOT Mangle! I am NOT a trash heap! I am NOT a failure! I will NOT let them get in my head! Not today.
Mang- Toy Foxy stood and sighed heavily. By now her makeup was nothing more than a puddle on the floor and black streaks marked her cheeks. "Oh, not again!" She muttered, wiping what was left onto her arm.
"Are you in here?" A sweet, melodic voice rang out. Mangle already knew who it was, so she continued frantically putting on her makeup. "No, Toychi, I'm not here. You of all people should know that."
"I want to hang out with you."
"Freddy doesn't want you to hang out with me."
"I don't care what he thinks."
"If you want to keep you job, you'll care."
"I honestly don't."
"Do you want to stay alive?"
"I guess..."
"Then you'll care what Freddy thinks."
There was a long moment of silence after Mangle's last comment until finally the sweet, melodic bird spoke once more.
"I think we should run away. We should go outside and never come back."