Mangle POV
"Scum."
"Trash."
"Garbage."
"Worthless."
I'm in my cove, surrounded by kids as usual, but something's off. Their expressions are grim and cruel. Their voices contain malice no child's ever should. Their smiles are wide, too wide, and they're approaching me with outstretched hands, repeating those awful mantras, and I brace myself in preparation for what's to come…
I wake up breathlessly,
It was a dream.
It was all just a dream.
But why did it feel so real?
Scott…
I'm panting and shaking and crying silently as I try to calm myself down. Why can't I control myself? Why am I such a mess? This is why I'm left to the toddlers. This is why I don't belong.
She saw me yesterday. Chica. She saw me and ran away. She hates me. She always hated me. They all did. I only have myself.
She thought I was a disgusting beast. I am a disgusting beast.
I'm so lonely…