Forgotten (Foxy fanfic)

Chapter 35

~Mangle's POV~

I slowly climbed onto the ceiling and made my way around the restaurant. I hung from the ceiling of the prize corner.

It was this guy's second night. I had sworn revenge on every security guard ever since that first one made me "The Mangle".

I heard a peaceful music box play inside the room. It usually kept the puppet thing inside it's box.

He had always scared me. He'd never talk, he'd just stare with that frozen smile and his painted tears.

I made my way to the hallway where Foxy stood holding out his hook. I used to have a hook...

"Hey Foxy." I said.

"Oh, hey Mangle. It's great to see you."

It surprised me that he was happy to see me. I thought I had freaked him out last time I saw him.

"So, what's been new with you?" He asked. He was clearly trying to start a good conversation.

"Well, I made a few friends."

"That's good." He said. Foxy seemed a little jealous, but I shook it off.

I looked menacingly at the security guard in an attempt to scare me. I couldn't see his face before he put on a Freddy mask.

I began to back away. It just seemed wrong to hurt one of our own kind. Even if he was Freddy.

"That's not the real Freddy. He's just wearing a mask."

"I know, but it just feels wrong."

"Just do it. They're one of the security guards. One of them who called you Mangle."

That made me crawl to the vent and go into the office.

"No, why? I thought you were my friend!" The security guard yelled. Why does his voice seem familiar?

I growled at him and so did Foxy.

"It's that demon from '87! I heard about you!"

Foxy leaped at him while I swung down from the ceiling and landed on him.

"Nobody says that about my real friend."

I grabbed his mask and pulled it off. I gasped as I realized who it was.

"It's you. The guy who helped me." I said.

"Yeah, and you betrayed me. I thought you could help me."

"I didn't kn-" I was, yet again, cut off by radio static.

"Forget it. You're just a pile of metal. Your just 'The Mangle'."

I prepared to kill him when 6:00 a.m. came. I growled at him and me and Foxy left.

"Was he one of the friends you made?" Foxy asked.

"Yeah. I wish I hadn't done that. Now he hates me."

"He's not your real friend. Real friends wouldn't do that to you."

I smiled at him.

"You're right. And we're going to pay him back for it."

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