|Broken| A Foxy x mangle high school Fanfic

Maid At Work!

After about five minutes a black limo pulls up. the window in the passenger's seat rolls down and I see Crobbie waving at me. I hop in the back and get changed into my maid outfit.

"how you doin', Mang?" Crobbie asks me.

"Awesome." I reply.

"Noice."

The butler continued to drive to Crobbie's place as Crobbie and I chat away. Soon we reach Goaton Manor and we all get out.

I look down the road and see my parents' car coming up. I start to panic.

"Hey, hey. You'll be ok." Crobbie comforts me. "Head out back, I'll tell my mom."

I listen and run to the backyard and open the garden gates. I run inside the back door and run to the upstairs guest room, where I last put my cleaning supplies. I then head to Crobbie's room and grab some food from her minifridge.

I run downstairs and open the bags of chips and scatter them around the dining room. I grab plates from around the house and place them on the table.

I hear a door open and close and I see Crobbie and her sister, Beverly, enter the dining room with food. They put it on their plates.

"Thank you," I whisper to them and they nod in approval.

I continue my roleplay and grab the dirty 'dinner plates'. I take them to the kitchen and put them into the sink.

"How are the children, miss snow?" I hear Mr. Boston say. He knows too. Good.

"They are almost finished their dinner." I reply as I wash the dishes.

"And their rooms?"

"All clean, sir!"

I see from the corner of my eye that my parents have entered.

"Mangle," father says. Oh no.

"Yes, father?" I ask. I feel my hands shaking in the dish water, I don't want to see his face. I don't want to be hurt by him.

"Face us."

I slowly turn around.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Where is your wallet?" I grab my wallet from my maid pocket. I hand it to him, my hands shaking. He takes out about a hundred dollars. He throws it behind him, unaware of the important things inside of it.

"I-is that enough?" I stammer. He stares at me evilly.

"I want more in the next couple of days. If not, you will be horribly punished, you failure of a child."

I nod and they leave. I hear Crobbie run after me and hug me while her mother picks up my wallet and puts a couple hundred in it, then hands it to me.

"I don't need your money, Mrs. Goaton. It's yours, so please use it on yourself." I tell her.

"I'm using it on myself by giving it to you. Now go have fun, Mangle. It means a lot to me." She brings me into a hug. I hug her back and blink happy tears away.

They treat me so well, I have no idea why. I do nothing, but people care. Why?

Why?

"C'mon, Mang. The limo is waiting." Crobbie says and we head to the black transportation unit.

I can't stop thinking about why people do this. You do nothing, they give you everything.

I do nothing.

They give me everything.

But what if it's the other way around this entire time?

What if I give them everything?

What if they don't give me anything?

What will happen then?

Then? Does that even exist?