Right love, wrong timing

Am i still...beautiful?

3rd person pov:

A few days have past since Chica's heart was ripped out of her chest and stomped into the ground.
Locked up in her room, she sat on her bed with her hands on her head. She wanted mangle to suffer, 'death was too much, but way too good for her.' Chica thought. One thing that pointed mangle out from the others, was her attractiveness, her eyes, her features, everything.
A wicked smile, turned into a grin. All Chica needed to do was take away everything mangle had. Her confidence, attractiveness, and her smile.
"Then foxy would be horrified and come back to me!" Chica excitedly got up and squealed at the thought of her being back in Foxy's arms.

"Bonnie SHES gonna come after me!" Mangle ranted to Bonnie while walking back and forth.
Bonnie sighed, "well technically you guys didn't kiss...and Chica is just a jealous girl, she'll get over it, besides, Freddy doesn't like a toxic environment so I'm sure he'll do something about it."
Mangle anxiously looked outside of Bonnie's door and groaned.
"How about this, try and talk to her about the situation, she'll understand! Foxy was just being polite, nothing at all happened."
Mangle twiddled with her fingers, "I guess you're right, I'll just explain to her what happened!"
Bonnie smiled and pushed Mangle out of his room.
More confident then ever, Mangle marched to Chica's room. She needed to clear the air before telling Foxy that maybe she wasn't the person he wanted.
Knock, knock, knock....
The door was unlocked?
"Chica?? It's me, Mangle. Can we talk?"
Chica appeared behind Mangle, "talk about what exactly." A psychopathic smile was formed on the yellow chickens face.
"Uhm, well it was about 4 nights ago when you mistakenly thought that Foxy and I did anything, I swear to you nothing happened at all."
Chica blinked.
"You expect me too just "believe" you, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND???"
Mangle stepped back from the unstable chicken.
"I SEE YOU AND MY BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR, AND WHAT, NOT QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO WERE DOING?!"
"I know it may have seemed that way, but he was just walking me to my door!" Mangle shouted back.
"At 12 Am! Come onnn! Don't act like you didn't want to be a homewreaker! Luring him into your room to stay the night?! Then what huh, gonna carry his child for nine months!? Was that the plan?!" Chica moved forward to mangle while yelling.
"Chica please, I would have never dreamed about doing that!"
Chica rolled her fist into a ball.

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UHM....THE NEXT PART MAY CONTAIN SOME VIOLENCE. You've been warned!

Mangle woke up, tied up to a chair.
"What..." mangle looked around, it was a dark room, one way in and one way out.
"So, you've woken up." Chica was sitting on another chair with a bat.
"Chica...where are we! What are you going to do to me!?"
Mangle looked horrified, she didn't want to believe someone would go to this extreme measures over a guy!

"Oh nothing. Just taking away what you care for most!"
Chica walked over to mangle with an unstable movement. Her bat swinging, left, then right, then left again in her hand.
"Batter up!" Chica exclaimed and swinged the bat right onto mangles leg.
Screams of agony spilled from mangles mouth.
Chica created an open would and dissected it with the back side of the bat. Blood was spewing from Mangles leg.
Mangle WANTED to kick Chica off, but when she moved the chair along with her leg, hot boiling tears started streaming down her cheeks along with more yells for help and plain mercy.
Chica swinged the bat in Mangles eye and replaced the tears from that side with, blood.
...
What seemed like an eternity, Chica was satisfied.
Her plan worked. Mangle truly was living up to her name. Before leaving mangle she untied her and left two crutches next to her.
On the crutches read a note,
'Let's see you try and become a home wreaked now. :)'