Mangle POV
Chica's been avoiding me for days, and it doesn't take a genius to see why. I was way out of line by pulling that stunt. She must've figured out I tricked her and now she won't talk to me anymore.
Even though it hurts, the connection we had was real. I could feel the care when she picked me up, and tenfold when she kissed my head. There was something there, and even if it's gone now, I can die happy knowing there was someone out there who loved me.
I won't be here much longer. I'm deteriorating by the day. So many days spent broken, with no one keeping me up are finally starting to catch up to me. It's only a matter of time before I shut down for good, but it doesn't matter. Nothing does.
I'm at peace. My soul is free. I know now that we were placed together on purpose, and now that we've fulfilled our mission, I can finally be put to rest. Thank you, Chica…I love you so much…