Chapter one: New Pizzeria?! New Animatronics?! (part two)

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Mangle POV

I was talking to all the toy animatronics when I suddenly heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey Fred, is there anyone else here?" I ask in a whisper so only the toys can here.

"Oh ya, the olds are upstairs. Why?" He asked in the same way I talked to him.

"I think I heard footsteps..." Once I'm done with my sentence there's four beat up looking animatronics standing by the corner at the staircase. The purple one really freaked me out cause he had no face, so did the yellow one cause her mouth was open really wide... Like it was pried open with pliers. But I looked at the crimson red fox she was holding onto and I could see that he was looking at me with shock, he seemed to not pay attention that I was staring at him too. He was kinda cute.

"What are you doing down here?!" I suddenly heard Fred say (toy Freddy). "You don't belong down here, you have to stay upstairs!"

"Why do we have to stay upstairs at night? It's not like it's day yet!" The bear that was replaced by Fred replies with a bit of anger to return.

"Ugh, fine... Just... Don't mess with anything." Fred demands.

They started a conversation that I didn't really pay attention to, I was just staring at the crimson red fox. I could tell that he was designed to be a pirate cause he had I hook and an eye-patch.

I started to block out everything that was being said and stared at the other fox. It looked like he was already hooked up with the yellow animatronic cause she was holding onto his arm like he was her everything...

I suddenly saw his mouth move so i started listening to the conversation but all to heard him say was "...overheated for a while." I caught him looking at me but he looked away once I saw him. Does he like me... I thought to myself. No that can't be he's with the yellow one.

Next thing I know it's 6:00 and Fred is already yelling at everyone to get in their positions so I head down to kids cove, I really don't like it there, no one comes and it's really lonely...

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