Mangle's POV
I was so glad Foxy repaired me! After I found out he repaired me, I was speechless.
"Do ye like it?" Foxy asked.
"Do I like it!? I LOVE it!!!" I squealed and hugged him. Again. He hugged back.
"I got to go Mangle. I'll see you later." He said.
"But why?" I asked.
"I gotta rehearse." He said.
"For what?" I asked. Again.
"A song for someone." He stated.
"Oh. Okay." I looked down. He hurried backstage. Well, I guess he likes Toy Chica. Or Chica. I tried. But what if the song is for me? I asked myself. I heard a violin playing. That cant be Foxy. Well, he DID play his violin. I thought to myself. I peaked out of the back room and saw Foxy, sitting at the edge of the stage, playing his violin. I watched him in awe. Listening to his violin alone was breathtaking.
"Hey. Mangle? Can ya come here?" Whispered a voice. I jumped at the sudden whisper. I turned to find Freddy.
"What is it?" I whispered back. Hs led me away.
"I. . . Just wanted to say. . . I really, really like you. Alot." Freddy confessed.
"Thats astonishing Freddy. . . But. . . I like someone else." I say, looking at the ground while rubbing my arm. ". . .I like Foxy."
"Oh I see how it is. You just. . . Go with that shitty pirate and reject a big bear like me?" Asked Freddy, tearing up.
"If you're a big bear, why are you crying?" I asked. He was unresponsive. I walked past him then stopped.
"Oh, by the way. Foxy isnt shitty. You're the one that is shitty." I said, walking off.
