The day I saw Mangle, it was- the greatest day of my life, her hand in my hook, and as we kissed, Chica ran in despair. And as we remained, as I left, Chica's mind evolved a plan, to destroy Mangle- to get her own back- I watched her from the camera room and cried." How could she!" I cried. I marched to the stage. Chica had left, and Mangle was balling her eyes out. I walked to her. She lifted her head. A camera eye replaced her old one. She froze." Foxy- I can't look at you- you can't look at me- I'm a horrible..."" No your not." I say your my Mangle I'll love you forever."
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How It Used To Be...
RandomThis is how it used to be without the kids, just me and Mangle for a while - a year to ourselves.