At a young age, you learned how to survive an average day in the real world; keep your head down, speak when spoken to, and don't take any shit from anyone. Living in the streets for almost two years, you were forced to adapt quickly.
Then, after half a year spent at a children's pizzeria, you are captured by Child Services, and given to a 'happy family'
Despite all you've learned, however, you are still bullied daily by your mentally challenged step-brother and ignored by your indifferent parents.
As a result, you begin to talk to your plushies, only to be forced to lock them away because of what they tried to do to you. Years later, you have been kicked out of your home at 16 and forced to live on the streets.
That is, until you rediscover a certain kids Pizzeria looking for a night guard.
Only, the ones you once considered friends are no longer as you remember them.
They're broken. Aggressive. Angry and afraid.
And, no matter how many times they threaten your life, it's up to you to save them from themselves.
(Exert)
Palms sweating, heart racing, head pounding. Frankly, You felt like shit, but you simply had to get away. If not...
If not, then, you would rather not think about it.
"Oohh, Utsukushii Hime, come out, come out, wherever you are~." Glowing red eyes peered at you from the darkness.
'And I didn't even get to finish my Snickers...'
(tw: description contains self-harm, bullying, death, and a small mention of drugs)
"Woah, look at her eyes!"
"What a freak."
"Is that even normal?"
Mangle held her head in her hands, breathing slowly. She wished they would all just be quiet.
"I heard her dad died and her mom's a druggie."
"I heard she doesn't even have a mom."
Tears slipped out of her eyes as the words began to surround her. She felt as though she were drowning. It suddenly became hard to breathe and she suddenly couldn't stop herself.
Her footsteps were loud as she walked down the vacant hallways. She made it to the bathroom as quickly as she could. She walked to a stall and locked it. She got the tiny silver blade from her pocket and sat down. As tears rolled down her cheeks she began to drag it across her wrist.
After a considerable amount of time and an even larger amount of self-inflicted damage, she grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess.
This was not that long ago. If her mom hadn't found out and moved her to California, she might have gone farther. But now she's attending Fazbear High and has so many friends. So many people that love her. She's important and everything is amazing.
But things can't always stay that way.
"Please. Stop! Why are you doing this to me?!" She screamed out, but nobody else could hear her. She was alone with him and she couldn't hate it more.
"Please, someone help."
But no one can help you when you're all alone.
I do not own anyone or anything in this story except for the plot.