My One Good Eye: a Fangle Story

Chapter Two

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It felt weird walking on my hind legs again. Every time I would trip Foxy would catch me. Old Chica noticed us and I could've sworn that she... Glared at me. I blinked and she was walking away. Weird. Freddy looked at me and glared.

"Foxy, what are you doing with this lousy, no good, screeching piece of scrap?" Freddy crossed his arms, his gears grinding and screeching while he moved. I narrowed my eye at him.

"I wouldn't be the one talking Freddy. You're in OUR pizzeria! Your the scrap here! Your gears grind whenever you try to move. Perhaps you need to get some oil old timer." I hissed at him. He seemed shocked that I spoke back. Foxy was glaring at Freddy.

"Freddy, you have no right to talk to a lass like that ye hear? That was as low as a barnacle on me ship. That was real rock bottom matey. Now git befer I take yer eyes out with me hook!" Freddy rolled his eyes at us then stormed off. I smiled up at Foxy.

"You alright lass?" Foxy asked kindly. I nodded and we continued our way to the Parts and Services room.

"Yeah... I'm use to that by now...." Foxy abruptly stopped and I nearly fell over.

"Mangle, you should never let some rude animatronic talk to ye like that! You are an amazin lady so don't doubt yerself just because they're jealous of ye." His golden eyes glowing in the dim hallway. I felt my red colored cheeks start to light up. I looked away and noticed that the Parts and Service room was just up ahead.

"Hey Foxy... The Parts and Services room is right there. Let's go see if they have my manual..." I gently let go of him arm and scurried to the dark, lifeless room.
My metallic hands and feet echoed in the room and my eye acting as a flashlight so I can see in the black nothingness. I heard Foxy behind me and flicked on the lights. I squinted my eyes but slowly got adjusted to the bright lighting. Parts of animatronics were scattered across the floor on one side of the room while an operating table of some sorts was on the other side. I looked at it more closely... Was it my eye deceiving me or was there blood caked on it? I shook my head and tried to concentrate to see where the manuals may be.

"I think these er thee manuals Lass." I looked up at Foxy as he looked through the books on the high shelf. Is this it? Am I finally going to be beautiful again? I thought as Foxy held up one of the books. I heard him sigh and I felt my ears droop.

"Did you find it Foxy?" He must've heard the hope in my voice since he had a pained look on his face.

"I'm sorry Lass... Your manual ain't here." I dropped my head and could feel a substance roll down my cheeks. I could feel the disappointment come in waves over my so called 'body'. Was I truly meant to be this way? I sighed and looked up at Foxy.

"I'll go tell the Marionette... Thank you for your help Foxy..." I scurried past him then climbed up to the ceiling and headed off.

Foxy's POV

Poor Lass... I felt absolutely horrible having to tell her that her manual wasn't with the others. I thought Mangle was a beautiful girl either way but she wants to be how she use to be; and I completely understand that. I was once like that too but, it was simply a phase though.
I couldn't stop wondering why Mangle's manual wasn't where it was supposed to be... All of the animatronics have them, including the old ones like me. Did one of the older ones steal her manual? But what would be their reason for that? Then something clicked in my head. I know Old Chica has had a thing for me for a while and she must know me and Mangle like each other so.... What other reason could it be? Chica was jealous! That would explain so much! Ever since I met Mangle, Chica has always glared at her and had that certain look in her eye that made any one quite uncomfortable. But... Chica wouldn't go that low would she? Yes, she is a friend of mine but she shouldn't have stolen one's happiness. Holy parrot I sound like an old pirate. I shook my head and narrowed my eyes. I need to talk to Chica.
I marched out of the Parts and Services room and headed to one of the Party rooms. I knew Chica favored the one with the paper plates on it so, that's where I went. Turns out, she wasn't in there. I growled in annoyance and went to look for Freddy.

"Freddy!" I hollered.

"Yo." I saw Freddy sitting on the stage, messing with the gears in his arms. I walked to him and folded my arms.

"Where's Chica?" I looked down at him. Freddy scratched his forehead in thought.

"I think she is in the Kitchen. That girl never stops eating!" Why didn't I think of that?

"Thanks Freddy." I nodded to Freddy then quickly walked to the kitchen. As I got closer I could hear lots and pans clinking together and running water. I peeked my head in and there was Old Chica. She heard me come in and smiled at me.

"Hi Foxy! Do you want something to eat?" She stepped closer to me which earned her a glare. Chica raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No. I want to know where you've hid Mangle's manual. I know you have it." My voice was stern and I felt weird from it. Is this how parents act?

"Um.... W-What ever do you mean my little pirate?" I noticed her eyes narrowing and I slowly felt my gears tense.

"Where is Mangle's manual Chica?" I said a little louder. I knew I was pushing her buttons.

"Why do you think I have it Foxy?"

"Because you're jealous of her Chica. So, you stole it so she couldn't be fixed. And that is lower than the barnacles on me ship!" Chica squawked in frustration and wailed her arms (or what she has left) around.

"Don't you dare say that Foxy! You're the low one for not seeing that I loved you since we first starting talking! You were so kind and sweet to me and when I tried to show you how I felt, that brat appeared and you went all googly eyes on her! Then, when I- I mean those kids broke her, you still went after her! She isn't pretty anymore Foxy! So come be with me instead!"

"No! I don't love you Chica! I love Mangle! Two wrongs do not make a right! Now hand me that damn manual!" I snarled at her. Chica took a step back and had a hurt expression on her face.

"Well, if I can't have you... I'll just take out my competition..." Chica ran past me but I soon followed. She's going to try to kill Mangle!

"Freddy! Help me stop Chica!" I hollered at him. Freddy looked up and nodded then stood in front of the entrance Chica was heading for. She came to a halt and I tackled her.

"Let go of me you orange scum!" She screeched at me.

"Not until you promise to leave Mangle alone and give me her manual!"

"Never! I won't let her have you!" She started crying. I know she was trying to trick me.

"I don't care if you don't want her to have me! Just give me the damn manual and I'll be on my merry way!" Chica was silent for a few moments. I noticed that Freddy was giving me a questioning look. I mouthed 'I'll explain later' and he nodded. Chica finally nodded and I got off of her.

"Fine... I'll go get the manual..." She dragged her feet down the hall and disappeared into the darkness.

"Well... That was interesting." Freddy sighed. I nodded and we sat in silence until I heard a familiar scream. Oh no! I dashed down the hall and went into the direction I heard the screaming.

"Let go of me Chica!" I heard a familiar voice scream.

"Not until you die!" Chica chuckled. I skidded around the corner and saw Chica slowly putting pressure on Mangle's head with her foot. Mangle saw me through her one eye and screamed my name. Just as Chica looked at me I leaped towards her and we then pummeled to the ground.