A Pirate's Love

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  After discussing and fixing Foxy's car, Foxy felt good and better. He felt like a new man- thanks to Mangle. He started to smile more and the everyone else saw Foxy come back, after the break up with TC.

  Even though that was a total melt down for Foxy, Mangle encouraged him to move on and maybe one day, fine the right girl.

  Foxy listened to Mangle and kept helping her fixing his car.

(Back in the garage)

  Foxy was right next to the side of the car, with a tool box next to him. The car was lifted up by a car lifter and Mangle was underneath making some adjustments to the bottom of the car.

  "So...you mean to tell me..that...your twin fox friends are psycho killers, that..ngh..use there teeth from weapons, ...they kill their prey, and they have two wolves as pets!?" Mangle said from under.

  Foxy chuckled. "Yup. Though, that is a fact, they are the party animals. Literally." Foxy smirked. They were foxes, of course

  "Oh,..." Mangle popped her head out from under. "..looks like you found yourself a couple of zoo animals." she chuckled before popping her head back in from under.

  Foxy chuckled and nodded. "Yeah." Mangle's hand was then out. "Screwdriver..." she said to Foxy

  Foxy grabbed a screwdriver and gave it to her. Mangle's hand went back under.

  "Yeah,...I'm sure you'll love  them, after you meet them." Foxy smiled.

  Mangle chuckled and then popped her head out. She smirked up to him. "I'll bet you on that one." she chuckled.

  Foxy smirked and saw her head go back under.

  "Bolt screwdriver.." she said with her hand out.

  Foxy passed her an eletric bolt screwdriver and her hand went back under.

  The noises of the screwdriving started to echo in the garage.

  Mangle stopped the noise and rolled out from under the car.

  "And...done." she said before getting up. Foxy got up, as well.

  "So that's it? We're done?" he asked. Mangle chuckled and wiped her wiped her hands with a cloth. "We only finished the rough draft of this master piece. Now...."

  She walked over and grinned. "We polish it up. All we have to do is wait for the parts to come in and you'll be golden with your new car." she smiled before walking off.

  Foxy looked at her and Mangle turned on the radio, turning it to rock music.

  I saw her walking back. "So,...what do we do now?" he asked. "Now..." Mangle said while sitting up against her motercycle. "..we kill time and relax." she finished.

  Foxy then looked down and put his hands in his pockets. He thought of sitting down next to his unfinished car.

  He looked across and saw Mangle relaxing with her eyes closed, listening to the music.

  Foxy didn't know Mangle was a patient person. Kind of knowing her personality.

  He then realized she was laying on her motorcycle. He saw her fixing and tweeking it.

  Foxy wondered why that motorcycle was so special to her. Maybe it related to her childhood with Rocky.

  "Hey,..Mangle." he called. "Hm?" She opened one eye and looked at him.

  He leaned back. "I've seen you withh your motorcycle often. Mind telling your precious story with it?" he lightly chuckled.

  Mangle opened both eyes and chuckled at the request he gave. She, of course, would love to accept that request.

  She sat up, leaning forward. "Alright then.."  She put her arms behind and leaned back on her palms. She looked at him. "Ebony." she said.

  Foxy was confused at what she meant. Mangle chuckled at him.

  "Ebony. That's her name." she said, glancing up at her motorcycle.

  Foxy looked at her first then up at her motorcycle. How the black motorcycle glistened cleanly and how the pink highlight complimented the bike perfectly.

  Foxy leaned back, wanting to listen to her story.

  "Ebony was my truest friend. She's been by my side since I've been with Rocky. After he taught me the structure of fixing cars and being a mechanic. I looked up to her when I was young and still do." she softly smiled.

  Foxy looked at her. He thought that Mangle must be really close to her motorcycle.

  "So,...how did you 'meet' her?" he asked. Mangle chuckled and looked at him. "I didn't meet her....I made her." she finally said

  Foxy was confused and surprised. "Wait,..you mean,..you made her?" he asked. "Yup. All from scratch. She was...tricky, at first. Had to argue with myself that making her, was a dum idea. But damn,...it was worth it." she thought and glanced at him.

  Mangle kept laughing. "When I was about 13 years old, Rocky told me that making something is the beginning of something new. Though, I had no idea what he was saying until he told me that I should make something of my own.

  The reason why he told me that is because he thought I should stop fixing other peoples things. So, I kind of started to think and decided that I should make something. A new bike.

  So I went to the nearest junk yard and started picking some pieces and planning the together. I took them back to the garage and Rocky saw me, blueprinting things. He was proud of me.

  Months passed and started to get lacky. I wasn't in the game no more. I started to fight with myself, in making this bike. Thinking it was a stupid idea. Then Rocky came by, saying that I can do this. Always being the hero. I told I couldn't but he doubted it and said that I have a gift. A gift on never giving up. I statted crying out and he left me, to think.

  I was usless and weak, back then. But, I remember what Rocky said and...it was time for me to not be a weakass anymore, and get my ass up.

  I started over again and worked day and night. I made sure I was top on my game and didn't stop. And so, after put the final pieces together_adding some neon pink lights, spraying painting it and polishing it, I realized what I did.

  Then I named it named her and claimed her as my pride and joy. She was a real pain in the ass, when I made. Still is..."

  Foxy laughed and looked at the bike. He could see why Mangle never let go of her. She was quite a view. He smiled and looked back at Mangle.

  Her eyes were closed. Foxy started to feel weird each time he saw Mangle peaceful. He didn't know what, but it felt strange.

  Maybe he was really starting to like Mangle.

  He chuckled to himself and lained back, on the ground. He started to relax and kill time, as Mangle said.