Part 7

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He dragged kids out, still alive but they never came back. 10 minuets about. We never did anything about it.. I don't know why. At last it came to be me. The oldest kid, the fearing one now. I started to cry.

He pulled me by my hair, I struggled and screamed. My hair I could hear ripping, was now tugging at my head. At last, "there's no point in struggling anymore, its life" I thought but the life wont be long. I went along with it, we came to a room and he threw me, by my hair, which I thought would be gone by now, I could feel liquid going down my neck. I cried more. This isn't human. This isn't normal. He had me down to my knees at this point. Was this who my father was? An abusive human being? What was he going to do to me? Does he realize I'm his daughter? It cant be him. Was it? I didn't know anymore I wanted to die.

Here's the thing, He was extending our lives. He loved us. You'll know what I mean later Maybe.

He left me in the room, and locked the door. I sat there liquid coming down from my roots dropping on the floor and staining my white shirt down my back. I stopped crying. The pain became less of my worry. Now, it felt like survival from this monster. I heard the creaking from he door and foot steps coming towards me slowly. It was a rhythm. "Click clack click clack" The continuing rhythm. I never looked up, but merely stared at the damaged floor. A whirring sound interrupted the continuous rhythm. This, I looked up to.

"Get in it" He growled at me, I gave him a glare.

I looked at where the whirring was coming from, I found myself admiring a craftsmanship of an animatronic, it had white as the base color, a dying pink in the stomach, eyeliner, around the nose and inside the fox like ears. It had a black nose and red blush. I studied it longer, the had a white tail and pink tip. She had white sharpened teeth and red lips with a little add on, which I figured out was part of the endoskeleton. I was going to be her.

"Mangella" He said my name... How did he know it? No clue.

"What?" I glared at him.

"Mangle" He got in my face.

"What?" He never answered me.

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