Foxy's POV
I left the cove to talk to Freddy, but kids started laughing. The majority of the kids were at my feet trying to hug me and play with me. I took a minute to have fun and the kids didn't even notice my jaw. I guess the younger ones didn't know about the Bite of '87. The older children knew, but I guess they thought it was fake or something.
A few minutes after, I waved goodbye and walked to the parts and service room. Freddy looked very amused.
"So you have the nerve to go out of your cove during the day, huh? How did you manage that?" Freddy asked with a wide smile on his face.
"I took the out of order sign and smashed it this morning... The kids don't know I'm supposed to stay in there," I said.
He looked surprised.
I came here to talk to you, dear Freddy," I said sarcastically.
"I'm done with your shit," I went on. "I'm really done with your fucking shit. You think I'm not capable of anything because I'm hidden away. Well guess what? I'm stronger than your little fucking 'group'..." I stopped rambling. I've never actually fought him without Mangle. I'm pretty sure I was gonna die.
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Forgotten and Lost: A Five Nights at Freddy's Story
FanfictionMangle. The one who was ripped apart, torn away, and hidden in the shadows. Follow Mangle in her story. Her daily life. As scary as it is for her, explore her world through love and horror.
