===Foxy's POV===
There's nothing but silence running through my mind as the rage sets into my stomach. Mangle silently weeps next to me, the tear streaks staining her face. Right now though I can't focus on anything other than my rage. My hands grip the steering wheel till my knuckles turn white. He is the scum of the earth, raising his hand against his own daughter.
For a moment Mangle stops weeping and breaks the eerie and thick silence. At first my rage deafens me and I don't hear what she asked till she asked again.
"Foxy, where are we going?" She asks wiping the tears from her eyes and sniffling a little.
"You're not staying there. For now you can stay at my place." I do my best to sound sympathetic, using a soft and caring voice, but even still the anger seeps through my words like poison. Mangle doesn't object, but instead agrees and we continue down the lamp lit streets in absolute silence. It takes awhile before I'm able to calm myself and attempt to make Mangle feel better. She looks pretty shaken up by everything.
"Hey." I start in a soft voice. "I'm sorry. All of this is my fault. I'm the reason all of this bad stuff happened." The rage has subsided only to have guilt fill the hole.
"No, it's not your fault..." Mangle goes to hold my hand but hesitates. I can sense the fear. She's afraid to touch my hands. Despite her fear she grips my hand tight, seeming to hold onto to it as though it were her only life line. I hate that she's afraid of me. I hate that she's afraid in general. I promised her I would protect her but that might also mean protecting her from myself. The thought of it scares me.
After what feels like hours of driving we arrive back my house. The exterior is dark, not a single light on in the house setting off a discouraging vibe. It's depressing to look at, but it doesn't matter right now. The car goes idle and we both get out into the cool night air. We say nothing to each other but walk into the dark house. The shadows envelop us which seems to scare Mangle who grips onto my arm.
"Just hold on to me. I promise I will keep you safe." I whisper silently to her. She presses herself closer into me. I lead her through the darkness until we reach my room to which we enter. I flip the light switch on a lamp. Mangle takes a seat on my bed as I walk out of the room and towards my mother's room to find clothes for Mangle to wear. Returning soon with a set of sweat pants and a t-shirt.
"Here. I can get you more to wear tomorrow." My tone remains simple. Disconnected. Cold. Which seems to worry Mangle who grabs my hand again as I try to walk out.
"Foxy... please, what's wrong? Talk to me."
"Please don't. Everything your father said reopened wounds I had forgotten about..." I stop. Remembering the blood that stained my hands. The fear I felt. The anger I felt when her father accused me of murder. A murder that I forgot of.
"I know. And I know that it hurts. But please, you don't have to bear this burden by yourself. Let me help."
"How could you stand to even look at me? After knowing what I have done. After forgetting the life I took. How could you ever stand to be near me? You're afraid. Afraid to even touch me. So why? Why can you even stand me!" Mangle doesn't waste any time to rush into me, holding me close to her. She presses herself into me. Crying while trying to speak.
"because... because i love you. i always have and i always will. you're not the monster you think you are.."
"But... how can you just stand there and hold onto me when you know everything I've done?" I begin to tremble with distress and anger; not towards Mangle but towards myself.
"love. That's why. It's because no matter how much I'm afraid I know that I will always love you no matter the circumstances. You haven't felt true love before have you?" She looks up at me with tears streaming down her face, but stars seem to glisten in a deep sea of gold.
"Let me show you real love." Mangle brushes away a stream of crimson that had fallen in front of my face and gently places her hands the sides of my face and pulls me down into a kiss. But not just a kiss. Something more. Something deeper than anything I've experienced. I put my grip around Mangle's waist and pull her closer. We both fall deeper into the rabbit hole but suddenly break apart and stare at each other. Faced with a decision. Her eyes tell me she is ready for what is coming. Which tells her and I all we need to know as she once again pulls me into a kiss. And it is once more down into the rabbit hole.
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(A/N: Ever since I posted this part, I have severely, and deeply regretted that I ever hit publish, so this change has long since been overdue. I hope that all of you understand this, and how difficult it has been for me. I never wanted this to be what my writing became. I have truly been disgusted with myself, and I wish to never have this section talked about, nor do I wish to hear about it. I hope that all of you can respect this. Thank you for listening. That is all.)
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"Mangle... I love you." This time it's different. This time there's something different in the pit of my stomach. This feeling of never wanting to let go of Mangle. Of wanting to be in this one moment forever. Holding Mangle closely to me, and her never letting go. This is what love is suppose to be.
"Foxy... just hold me now."
"I will, and I promise I will never let you go."
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