Feeling's Conflicts

Chapter 2 {Understood}

She didn't exactly know where she was going, but it was somewhere far away in the depths of the building. Mangle makes it out of a hallway and into a storage room, many boxes and shelves are lined up neatly in rows throughout the room.

When she finally stops in a corner, so outraged, she throws a fit; clawing herself, crying, whimpering. Mangle takes shaken breaths; fingers raw and she can hear Cra say, "I feel like you might be over reacting..."

Mangle shakes her head furiously, "No on is understanding me." The head tries to face the vixen, but only manages to enter her peripheral vision.

"We want to, but you aren't giving us any time to help-" Mangle grasps onto the birds head tightly, and yanks her off her shoulder.

"Maybe I don't want to give anyone time! Time seems to be against me right now." Cra lays on her side, watching her friend in pity. "I don't want you talking to me. I'll come back to get you later." She whispers, the spot where her parrot used to be positioned stinging.

The room is silent, and Mangle sits alone in the corner, her friend's eye's shut. The vixen lowers her ears in vulnerability; maybe she really should've died. Mangle needed to get away from Cra, before she changes her mind about talking to her.

Mangle decides to walk around the rooms and try to figure out where she was. In the spur of the moment, she didn't really give a damn where she was heading. Getting away seemed to be the only solution at the time.

When she turns the corner, Mangle yelps, nearly jumping out of her endoskeleton. Lying before her was a Golden bear; eyes are dimmed, and he's wearing a black hat, bow tie, and matching buttons on the chest. She's never seen or heard of this animatronic before.

She lowers her stance, bringing her guard up. About to advance, he opens his eyes and introduces her with light ebony. They were beautiful and had quite a story to be told. Mangle gasps, taking a step back.

He hums, pulling himself up and into a sitting position. He blinks once. "Hi."

Mangle's heart is racing. She doesn't know if he's a threat or not. Maybe he doesn't know anything that's happened.

"W-Who are you?" She asks, still in a defensive stance. He gives a silent chuckle.

"You're new." He rests his hands on either side of him, and gives a safe smirk. Mangle frowns.

"I asked who you were." She says more firmly, fear piercing her sore body. She takes a hesitant step closer and raises her hand slightly-

"I'm not a threat, you can take a seat." He says, taking a ginger hold of her wired wrist. He seems unfazed about the fact that she's torn and tethered, practically naked. He releases her wrist and places it back to where it was. She takes a seat, surprisingly. What else could she do?

"C-Can you please answer my question?" She asks, wrapping her tail over her paws and lowering her ears. She felt so weak compared to him; he stopped her swing so easily.

"I'm known to be Golden Freddy." Golden says simply, taking a good look at the vixen before him. He folds his brows, "What do they call you?" She winces. Not by her given name, that's for sure.

"M-Mangle." She says, rubbing her hands together. Looking down to avoid eye contact, Mangle then feels suddenly self-conscious about her position. This animatronic had his suit while she lost hers.

"Are you sure? You don't seem like a 'Mangle'." He says, the same expression spread across his face; as if he is trying to read her. Like she's a book he wants to discover.

"Trust me, I'm mangled all right." She mutters, eyes stinging. Great, she's already a mess to him. He leans forward.

"You look damaged, abused. Not mangled. Poor choice of words- what's your real name." Shocked by his remark, she looks up at him with misty eyes. How in the world could he have guessed?

"It's Foxie, with an i-e." Mangle whispers, unsure why she's even talking to this animatronic.

"Are you a replacement for the original?" Golden asks, tilting his head ever so slightly. She panics. He's going to hate me. I should be dead.

Starting to hyperventilate, Mangle doesn't answer immediately. She tries, "Eh-I-Ye..." Her eyes tear up more, she was so scared it was hard to think clearly.

"H-Hey! It's alright. You don't have to answer. I think I know. It's alright, you're okay. I'm not going to hurt you." Golden watches her cup her face in her hands. He places one of his own onto a shoulder as carefully as he could. "Are you okay? You seem more hurt than I anticipated." Golden Freddy says. She shakes her body in response.

She stutters, "I've screwed up a lot." Mangle then tells him what happened, from be beginning with the replacements and to just a couple of minutes ago with stealing Chica's beak. She turns around and reveals the beak that's placed on her back, three scratches on each end of the rims from when she swiped at her.

"You had a parrot? Where is she now?" He asks, tilting his head left and right looking for a robotic head.

"I-I removed her. She... We... We have different opinions on the matter." Mangle quickly adds, "She's in these rooms somewhere. I just need some time apart from her."

"That's understandable." Mangle freezes. Looking back at Golden Freddy, her breath hitches.

"W-What?"

"I understand you." He says, and Mangle breaks down. It must have been the fifth time that day, but she wasn't upset; she was overjoyed. A complete stranger understood her; someone understood her for once. "Did I do something wrong?" Golden asks wordily.

"No." She chokes, "I'm just so happy. You have no idea how much I've wanted someone to understand me these past hours." She wipes her eyes, which was useless for she was still crying, and smiles at Golden. Mangle was comfortable with him.

"I understand you because I've been you." He smiles back. "I've been here since the very first Freddy FazBear's Pizzeria." Mangle gasps.

"You're the original? Like, the original-original?"

He nods, "Yeah, and while everything was going fine the first few weeks, things got pretty messy starting this one day. A group of kids were bullying this particular boy and brought his head too close to my mouth one performance. Knowing the rules, you can't do ***t when in public, so my last sentence was cut off by his head.

"That kid's father later stole my suit leaving me in my endoskeleton like you, and wore it as a disguise to kill the kids who hurt his son. Those kids killed were Freddy, Foxy, Chicka, and Bonny.

"My partner was Golden Bonny, but he was later scrapped... Unfortunately, my suit wasn't used only that once. The father, now known as the Purple Man, came back for more revenge and took my suit to kill some more- you." Mangle was at loss for words.

"D-Did you see him k-kill me?" She asks.

"No. I've stayed right here for the past years. I'm guilty of so much, and even if Freddy and the group invite me out with them, I don't deserve their friendship. I was supposed to be scrapped with my partner so long ago." Golden says. They were silent for a minute before Mangle spoke up.

"Why did you tell me?"

"Huh?" He asks.

"I know I sort of forced you to hear what's happened with me this past day, but you didn't have to tell me your life story." She tilts her head, resting her hands in front of her.

"Not sure. But, I can say, you are beautiful mangled or not. Don't let their words get to you."