Broken | A Mangle Tale

That Fateful Day

The day that they stopped fixing me started off like every other day. Boring.

I woke up in that small little corner-like room. What was it called again? Kids' Cove? That's it, right? I never cared enough. I peek my head out, looking at my "friends". They don't truly like me all that much. Especially not Toy Bonnie. It's okay though. Not like I'd ever need them in the future. Kids love me. Well, that's how I thought back then. Not anymore.

Toy Bonnie noticed me and gave me a glare. Pretty normal. Toy Freddy looks at me before looking away quickly. Again, normal. He doesn't like even looking at me. Says that I'm "too ugly to even look at". Well, that was me at my most beautiful. I'm definitely uglier, after that day at least. Lastly, Toy Chica looked at me with a mock-sympathetic look. Normal and tiring. I hated that look. It was as if to say, "Oh, I'm sorry that Fazbear's made you so ugly and disgusting. It's not your fault you're the most repulsive thing in existence."

I sighed, turning around and looking down at my right hand. It was a hook. It was pretty much all that linked me to the Foxy before me, other than the fact that we were both foxes. I decided to straighten up the small room before children came, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if I was cleaner and more attractive, I'd stop being ripped apart. I was not right.

When the kids showed up, They played games, listened to the band, ate pizza. But then they came to me. At first, we played games, I told some stories, and we played more games. Then, a familiar group of kids showed up.

Their parents dropped them off here every day while the adults went to work. These kids. . . . They were mean to everyone, especially me. They too acted like I was the ugliest, most repulsive thing in existence. These were the things that would break me every day, turn me into nothing but a broken conglomeration of parts. Other children would sometimes playfully take pieces off me and run, wanting me to chase them to get my parts back, but these children just wanted to hurt me.

I remember. They broke me, made me as horrifying as possible. I was avoided for the rest of the day, due to how terrified the children were of me. Then, night came. Freddy's closed. I was supposed to get fixed. The mechanic was supposed to come to me, repair me, but he didn't. He walked by, he did, but he didn't fix me. Instead, he just glared at me and walked past, I don't know why. He was usually nice to me.

The next day, some children worked up the courage to come to me. They took my hook, expecting me to chase after them playfully, run after them and play, like normal. But I didn't. I couldn't. The children ran and hid. The terrible ones showed up. Broke me more. Gave me another hand, though the wrong side, stole my suit, except for a foot. That was when someone new came. He was a man I didn't recognize. He put a sign on the wall. It read,

"Toy Foxy
Take apart and put back together toy"

That day, the mechanic didn't even show up to work. Never again would he. No mechanic ever showed up to fix me. Only the other three. Every day, I would become some new amalgamation of pieces. Then children stopped coming to me. Everyone stopped coming to me, and Kids' Cove fell into disrepair.

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New book! This one is about our broken yet beautiful robot puppy, Mangle. Mangle gets his own book because she's my favorite animatronic. I'm working on the other books, coming up with what'll happen next with Majora, with Link, Eragon, and The Avengers, and with Salem. But for now, you might have some fun with this book, if I can get to things with it. 609 words in the first chapter though, excluding this note.