Love Story (Fangle, Foxy x Mangle)

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I think I have abandoned you all and this story, and I have no excuse for it. I think you are all amazing beautiful people and you still stuck with me even after I seemingly stopped. If you enjoyed 'Love Story' so far then today is your lucky day because I'm back with a new chapter! I've picked up new skills and I can practically promise you that the newer chapters will be better than before! I'm just so excited to get back and I hope that I didn't fail you yet!!!
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Toy chica's POV:
Dust sprinkled from the ceiling in the kitchen. The particles flew through the air and landed on the pizza. I felt the anger pulse through me, and my own scream of annoyance shook the room. I've been trying to make 100 pizzas in one day for when the place opens again. After one hour I've managed to muster up 15, and the place will be opening in 3 hours. The worry has been getting to me, and I'm afraid I've fallen out with Mangle. She's just been so depressed lately and she's hard to talk to. I can't be myself around her, how can you tell someone you've given up hope on them? How can you complete a simple chore quickly? How can you save yourself from your own sadness? I turn to the corner where I had already cried 5 times today. And I was on the verge of my 6th. The corner was shady and smelled musty.  I know I shouldn't push myself to the limit like this, especially not without Chica's help. But I've heard that Chica has been feeling in the middle of drama as well. I'm not cruel as to bring her into this. And I suppose bringing a different animatronic into it would show them how weak I really feel. My eyes were resting on the counter near the dusty pizza, slightly dusty themselves in the haze of the kitchen. The dust came right off in the sink, and I took a moment to vent out the past hour. If only the dough surrounding me did not present another difficult challenge...

Mangle's POV

Its hard to think about but, we are our own community. Sure we don't have cities, but we have each other and we operate similarly. Or perhaps we've just divided ourselves. Sure we may create our own social structure such as the older animatronics should be treated with more respect... Because they were broken? Or is it just because their older. Should I be treated with more respect because I was broken? No because the Freddy's have never been very damaged and they practically rule it all. So do we rule as a dictatorship? No no no, that can't be right because we are allowed to believe what we want and do what we please. Crime doesn't take place and we don't need armies, so technically we aren't anything like a city, or state, or civilization of any type.  Like how I may be a nothing, but like a nothing, I act like a nobody. So technically I'm saying I have no soul? Well my soul is 'different' than what the older animatronics have... Yet my conversation continues to go nowhere. And I continue to waste my time on thoughts that will get me nowhere.

I've been sitting in the new guys office for awhile, contemplating my existence. That's also an eye opener to show I'm much more depressed than I should be. For anyone to see me in this state would be horrible... So while the generator runs and its daytime I'm keeping everything locked, so the others can't come in. They can't even see me. I've never felt so alone and sad like this before, I feel like I just want to die. My eyes popped open in realization. That's what ill do, I'll kill myself! And I know just how.....

Foxy's POV:

An odd note was in my usual corner where I sit in sheer darkness. It said somethings along the lines of 'deliver some of Bonnie's tools behind the stage.' Then continued with: 'you may not know who I am, but I promise what I do with them will make you happy. Once the tools are delivered, the next night at closing time go behind the stage where you delivered the tools. I have something to show you.' It could be another lame attempt to destroy the old animatronics. But it didn't sound like it this time. So here I was, carrying out with some scary sort of master plan. "Bon?" I called. "What is It foxy...? I'm really busy trying to create a new tool." He replied with an almost sarcastic tone. "I need your screwdriver, scissors and hammer." I questioned, although I know I sounded stupid. "Don't I ask why I just need them. They can be old or spares but as long as they work I'll take them." Bonnie shrugged and pointed towards a box labeled old tools. I picked the box up and started down the hallway and made my way behind the stage. It was almost too dark to see but I found a place to set them, and walked away. I knew that for sure, I would be returning the next night, and figure out what was going on, because some part of me just told me it was important.... I don't know why.
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Ahh I made this a bit depressing :D
-miss