"What do you mean?" Foxy growled.
"I mean that if i moved out of the vent for you, you would have not gotten hurt." Chica said with a frown.
"Oh come on, the vent was yours, not mine. Plus, i can take a couple of chubby kids."
Bonnie laughed, and my day ended as i fell asleep thinking about Mangle.
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(Foxy's POV {still})
"Today is the day." I muttered to myself.
The rose in my hand was beautiful and red, like the color of Mangle's bowtie.
I felt myself blush, as i imagined her expression.
I put the rose on the table and sat down.
I picked the rose back up and smiled.
"Today is the day." I repeated.
I walked out the door with the rose.
"Mangle!" I called.
"Yes? The reply was faint, but it was there. And then a few seconds later she was there, stunning as always.
I looked into her gorgeous eyes, as they locked into mine.
I let myself smile.
"I need to tell you something." I tried not to turn a darker red as i blushed slightly. The rose was in my hands, but Mangle wasn't paying attention to it.
"What is it, Foxy?" She smiled.
I walked over to Mangle, my nose inches away from hers. I smiled.
"Uh.."
I bent my head down, getting nervous.
"I......"
Mangle suspiciously turned to me.
"What do you want to tell me?"
She turned her head to mine.
"I love you Mangle." I finally choked out.
I took out the rose from my hand and gave it to her.
Mangle didn't have a shocked expression as i thought she would. Instead she took my hook and smiled at me, and said, "Foxy...I love you too."
Now it was me being shocked.
"But.. i'm me! I'm all broken and stuff."
"Oh Foxy, your looks don't matter to me. Your personality is greater than your looks. You're so sweet, even when i first met you." Mangle explained, with her gaze softly staring into his.
I smiled back.
Suddenly our heads bent closer and closer.
We kissed.
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(Chica's POV)
"Today's the day." I said excitedly.
"FOXY!" I yelled.
Foxy came a few minutes later.
"Sorry, i was busy." He muttered.
"Foxy!" I said again.
"I finally get to say it! I like you! Alot!"
Foxy stared at me. "I'm sorry. It won't work out. I love mangle and Mangle loves me. Im sorry," He added again.
"What...HER?!" I bellowed angrilly.
"I-i..-" I ran off, crying.
I burst into a Party Room.
I cried some more, pounding the ground with my fist until the shine of them withered away.
But then i remembered, i don't have fists. I cried some more.
My tears fell on the ground, and on the wires that used to connect my hands.
My cries turned into sobs.
"I knew she was trouble!" I yelled, trying to hold back tears.
"I knew...i just knew..."
My sadness turned into rage.
"I knew the nickname Mangle would come in handy one day."
I picked up the closest silver ware knife. It wasn't plastic, and it was metal.
My tears fell on the knife, but i held them back again.
"She will pay," i said with a vicious manianic laugh.
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