Your P.O.V
"Dammit..." Mangle hissed to herself as you walked out. You chuckled, looking at the toys. Toy Chica was glaring to you. "Tonight..." She grinned, waving goodbye.
*Time skip to tonight*
"Ugh." You mutter, muting the call from the guy. "Crap! Dammit Chica!" He snapped, flipping through the cameras. You looked over to the right vent as thuds echoed through them. You reach for the button, hoping it was Balloon Boy instead if Chica. "Hi there!" She yelled when he flicked the light on. "I told you! Tonight is the time you die! You should've fled dear..." She grabbed your arm with surprising strength. "Now! Lets go!" She hissed, her smile looking sinister. "MANGLE!" You shout, struggling against her grip. Toy Chica shoved you into Freddys arms. "Let go of me!" You yowel. Chica shoved a golder bear suit towards you. "MAAAANGLE!" You scream again.
((A/N -- Hylo! So, what do you want me to call the you guys {the readers}? I just have no clue... Comment what you think! Bai!!!))
