Feeling's Conflicts

Chapter 1 {Permanent}

The first day of work starts today, and Foxie is slightly nervous. Her room was decorated with ocean painted walls, pirate decorations and plenty of tables for the crafts.

When the clock struck 7:00 pm, that's when the adults and their children came flooding in, waving and jumping at the animatronic that greeted them. The parents would have plates of pizzas in their hands while they watched their kids draw or make pirate hats.

When the clock struck 9:00 pm, most of the people were in the dining room where Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy, and Toy Chica sang songs for the crowd. Most people were there except for some kids. They were coloring on the walls, tearing up other kid's works, and messing around with Foxie. She stands there and says her usual presenting voice, "Arr- Come craft me a ship!" and then Cra screeches, "Ship!"

"Blehh." The kids taunt, sticking their tongues out and smacking their butts. One kid grabs onto the vixen's hand and pulls, an excruciating feeling spreads it's way up her body and she nearly cries as the kid pulls her hand off.

"Look at this!" They wave her broken hand, showing off to their friends.

"That's so cool, let me try!" Please don't! The second child runs up, after smacking their gum, and shreds off her last hand. The pain was unbearable and Foxie has to clench her teeth in order not to scream. Please stop, this is uncalled for, she cries to her self as they all join to tear her apart. Foxie can hear Cra whimper as a kid rips her head off.

Piece by piece they suffer until an adult walks in and shouts, "What do you kids think you're doing? Go back to your parents! Now!" The children run out, giggling and shoving eachother and Foxie can hear the adult call security.

While those kids were pulling her apart, the pain seemed to increase as she watched the kids practically dissect her. Her chest was across from her, along with her legs and waist. She was wire.

As the adult left, she cried, hot liquids soaking her bruised cheeks and she grunts, reaching for her hands and prying them back on. Turning to her left, eyes blurred from her tears, she sees Cra limp. The parrot was apart of her; attached. She was passed out, and Foxie was surprised she wasn't out from the pain.

Her body ached, her eyes burned, and she felt exposed. Foxie gives up and rests her broken body on the floor, her limbs spread out before her. They were covered in cheese, crayons, and dents. She sobs; voice hoarse and her eyes feel swollen from crying.

The securities finally walk into the room to inspect her, and by the time they entered Foxie had long fell asleep; her dreams now nightmares.

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11:00 pm

Foxie didn't let any one of the animatronics see her, but she knew they were looking for her. Word spread fast about her body being torn apart, and she found a news article that had read, "Foxie is now Mangled? Around nine o'clock last night, a few kids tore everyone's favorite pirate into shreds. Spare parts are said to not come in until..."

How can humans be so reckless?

Foxie hid inside of the air ducts that were sprawled out throughout the building, so she was able to locate any of the animatronics. Her body still ached, but Foxie pushed that feeling aside and continued through the vents.

She hears slight murmurs and peeks down through the bars into the stage room. Bonny and Chicka are talking.

"Did you read the news Freddy found?" He asks. Chicka rubs her arms, "Yeah, I did."

"I want to feel bad for her, but they deserve it." The purple animatronic says, and Foxie clenches her fists. How can he say that? She lingers more.