Avenge

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(Mangle)
Mangle stared in horror at Marionette. "You destroyed him!" She said. "Where are the others?"
Springtrap wasn't facing her. He was staring at the opposite wall. Mangle had rebooted to see the Puppet shredded. His mask laid on the floor, and his dismantled body was shredded across the room.
"Gone. They left you just like I said they would."
She didn't say anything. Instead she stared at the mask. It didn't have the same look on its face like Marionette did in his life. It looked terrified to her. Somehow the eyes were full of pain.
Suddenly it hit her. Rage. Fury.
She lunged for Springtrap shrieking with fury. She had never wanted to see someone torn apart so badly.
Mangle locked her jaws on his arm, biting until she hit metal. Then she tried to rip it off. He didn't move. "Give it up Mangle. You're going to make me do something I will definitely regret."
She didn't stop. She bit harder and released, then lunged for Springtrap's neck. Finally he turned right before she grabbed him. She snapped her jaws in vain as he grabbed her throat holding her an inch away. Mangle slammed a limb into him and he released her, doubling over in surprise. She rolled a bit and stood. "I will destroy you!" She snarled charging again.
She locked her jaws onto his sromach and slammed him into the ground.
Springtrap didn't move she stepped back, shaking. I did it!
Suddenly Springtrap began to shake. He stood slowly, his soft fabric shredded, revealing a ribcage.
"Thats the thing Dearie," a voice said behind her. Gold...
Springtrap spoke next. "You cant destroy us."
Then they spoke at the same time. "We're already dead."
Suddenly they both slammed into her at the same time, tearing parts off her, prying her jaws apart until they snapped. All she could think was Error! Error! Error!
Pain ran through her as she kicked and clawed In vain.
Mangle couldn't feel herself anymore. She was vaguely aware of her head slamming into the cold stone floor before the word Error disappeared.

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