In a back storage room, lays a broken hunk of metal and plastic. They call it Mangle, seeing as no one loved it enough to give it a real name. The kids made her this way, and the other animatronics hated her because of her rough and gnarled apperance. They whispered, the low hissing of their voices always making it to Mangle's sharp ears. With no one she can trust, Mangle waits out her days alone. What's left of her sears with unimaginable pain, everyday. Even after the kids are done with her, an ache still resides in her metal bones. She waits and hopes it kills her. No one cares. No one notices. No one wants to help her. No one loves her enough to fix her. But the Shadows can change that. (Art by Malifestix1 on Deviantart. Check them out! They'v got some awesome stuff.) Disclaimer: Contains gore, abuse, self harm, black magic and one badass animatronic.All Rights Reserved