Fangle - Blind love

Disposal!

Foxys pov

I could hear the doors of the pizzeria creak open, I wasn't even sure what the day was let alone the time but I'm guessing that it's the same here as it was at the old location, We're allowed to roam from 8pm until 6am. Footsteps could be heard echoing around the room that me and my friends crates stood in, the owners of those footsteps then began to speak.

"Where'd ya want 'em boss" a gruff voice grunted, obviously to another person that would be accompanying him in the main room.

"Put the originals into parts and service, they'll be repaired in there" a much smoother voice replied, his voice flowing, almost like one of those villains from a spy movie. The man grunted in response, more footsteps echoing around the air, along with the steady squeak and trundle of what I'm guessing was a trolley. Seconds later a sort of groaning could be heard from down the line of crates, the squeak of the trolly once more meeting the air before fading away, returning a minute later, this process was repeated twice more before it came to me.

"Not that one" the smooth voice rang out, footsteps could be heard again as the silky smooth voiced man strode up to my crate, a moment later a slight cracking could be heard and a clatter as the crate door must have opened, I was still oblivious as I still lacked my eyesight.

"What'd ya wanna do with this one" the other man grunted

"He can not sing, he can not dance, he can't even play an instrument and he is destroyed" the smooth man observed. Duh, I was built to entertain as a pirate numb-nuts and it was a fire idiot, for a guy who sounded so slick he did have quite the talent for pointing out the obvious.

"So" the man grunted again, looking for instructions of what to do with me.

"I'm not sure, the restaurant is closed for a while but stand by for orders of........ disposal" he finished, I could feel the metaphorical air catch in my throat, I was going to be disposed of! What a way to put it, those assholes.
I could here the crate being shut again and the latches on the sides clicked back into place.

"Anythin' else boss" the man grunted once more

"No Francis, there should be no more people in today so just put the Toys into free-roam and lock up" the silky smooth man ordered, his footsteps beginning and ending as the door swung open and closed, clattering all the while. Francis must have then gone around turning the Toys on as a second after a whirling sound could be heard from infront of me, fast footsteps then followed, the door once more clattering open and shut, this time accompanied by a small clicking, signalling that the coast was clear.

Mangles pov

So they finally left, they had been here for only 15 minutes at maximum but it felt like hours, we could now roam for 18 hours without interference. Getting up and wandering into the room it was obvious what was missing as only one crate stood in the room, Foxys crate.

"Heya Mangle" Bon waved cheerily as she jumped off of the stage, Fred and Chi had already left to mess around in the party rooms so it was just us.

"Good day Mangle" Mari greeted, floating up from behind me,

"Hey guys" I smiled back,

"Could someone please get me out" a muffled voice requested.

"Oh, Sorry Foxy" I chuckled, quickly stepping over and unlatching his door which swung down and clattered to the floor, as soon as it opened it was apparent that Foxy was very unhappy, just from the look on his face.

"Hey Foxy, are you alright" Bon asked concerned, I was quite surprised to see that Bon and Mari were both concerned about him.

"Magical" he grunted, crossing his arms

"Am I missing something" I asked the trio confused

"They said that I was to be.... disposed of" Foxy spat out with venom, I felt my spirits drop immediately.

They were going to kill him!

Well this is going spiffingly 😂