Chapter 7

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<Mangle's P.O.V>

Making my way to backstage, I look for the pull down ladder that will lead to the catwalk, but I can't find it anywhere. Chica must be up there, why else would the ladder be pulled up in a way that no one else can climb up? Looking around, I struggle to come up with a way to get up there and talk to her. Then a memory flashes into my mind.

That moment I climbed into the corner in shame because of what Chica did to me. I now know that she didn't mean to do it, she just wanted to distract me. Sighing, I shake my head at how easily we turned on each other because of a guy. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I cleverly parkour my way up to the catwalk. Landing on the shaky walk, I look over to see Chica with her legs dangling through just sitting there with tears streaming from her face.

"Chica! What's wrong?" I ask her gently, while slowly inching closer and settling down next to her. She sniffles once before turning to bravely look me in the eye. The despair, sorrow, pain, and guilt I see there is overwhelming and I feel tears prick at my own eyes as I stare into hers. "I messed up so badly Mangle. So badly. I didn't mean what I said to Bonnie. I didn't! I swear. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Everything just- and over just one guy! How did we come to this? Wait, I know. It's all my fault. All mine! I screwed everything up! I did this to you, " She gestures toward my mangled body and more tears fall from both of our eyes. "and I broke Bonnie, and the worst thing is I didn't even get to tell Foxy I like him!" She buries her head in her hands, but jerks it back up only seconds after. Her eyes are filled with a steely determination. "Screw Foxy! This isn't worth it! Mangle, can you ever forgive me?" She asks me pleadingly.

I stare back at her sorrow filled eyes and can't help but let more tears fall. "But I already have." Then I reach forward and envelop her in a large hug and together, we cry.

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