Toxic Obsession (FNaF x Reader One-Shot Collection)

Voices

(This is the Yandere Mangle x Female Reader I originally wanted to make into a fully-fledged story. For personal reasons, that didn't pan out, so here's the abridged version.)

Silence.

How long had it been, really? The radio lay on the Parts room table, still crackling faintly. Mangle began to breathe a little heavier, happy. Excited, even! He didn't have the constant static, the garbled voices in his head all day and night!

Silence, and peace, at last.

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At least, that was how things were supposed to go. Peace and quiet. Maybe an enjoyable job, even. There was no more risk of death; he had put a stop to that quickly, once it was seen that you were not a threat. It was all thanks to the white fox that, perhaps, you could have a job you enjoyed.

And for perhaps two days, that was how it had gone. Two blissful, happy days. Mangle was by your side ever since you had removed the broken police radio from inside. He was wary at first, of course; loud noises startled the poor guy. But soon he began to enjoy hearing nothing but his own thoughts, and had made it a point to let you know it was greatly appreciated, what you had done for him.

He had even kissed you, albeit shyly.

The white-haired male seemed happy, hanging around the office when you were working the overnight shift. He enjoyed your company, and his wasn't exactly unpleasant. But the kiss...

It wasn't that his kissing was bad. He was new to the idea of love, wasn't he? Real love, anyways. And he had so badly wanted to thank you in a more meaningful manner. But it just seemed like his first kiss was the beginning of everything awful that happened.

The third day after the radio was removed, Mangle was quieter than normal. He wasn't his usual cheery, kind of sassy self that you had grown accustomed to, no. He was quiet in a withdrawn sense, like he was lost in his own thoughts. You relaxed in the office chair that night, simply assuming that he was finally getting used to hearing his thoughts and his alone.

Had you known what would happen thereafter, you would have tried to put a stop to it.

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I'm in love with her. Teddy... he talked to me about love. Said that was why I even kissed her. That this is love, what I'm feeling. And it's so intense, it's like my heart is going to burst in my chest.

I need her. I need her in my life every day. Every second!

Mangle was on the ceiling as he often was, dangling and watching you flick through the cameras on the tablet. He watched your every single movement. He loved the way you moved, the way you spoke. He just... loved you.

She's done so much for me. No more migraines. No more awful, awful voices in my head, keeping me awake.

His hand reached out, above you, where you couldn't see. The male reached for you. He needed to touch you. Gently, so gently, he stroked your hair. It was so gentle you didn't flinch; perhaps you hadn't even felt it.

How were you supposed to know that the new voices in Mangle's head were even worse than the old?

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