#(v mangled.)

The scarlet fox animatronic had waited the daytime out, waiting until the kids left that afternoon. He knew that the kids were only damaging Mangle more than she already was. He was sure that she was probably laying somewhere, unable to do much movement.

So, he clanked and drug himself along, not in a hurry (he couldn’t exactly hurry much anymore). It was the withered animatronics time to begin their roaming and movement, now that kids, parents, and staff were gone for the day.

When he got in the room where he sensed Mangle in, he did swiftly and carefully pick her up. Just because the rules said not to touch the animatronics didn’t mean the animatronics can touch each other (as long as it was appropriate and kind, anyways).

“ The young r - rascals got ye b - beat. ” To him, it seemed the white, damaged fox always got even the slightest bit more damaged because of the kids.“ 

W - We will get ye repaired, lass. ”

     Limbs twitched from broken wires and it was a huge surprise the white vixen was still, somehow, in one kinda-sorta-still-together piece. Her eyelids shut, and if robots could cry she’d be sobbing from the pain of what she could feel and the fact she couldn’t feel the rest of her body.

     She felt like panicking, she felt like shutting down right then and there and maybe never waking back up. Today had been the worst in weeks and she didn’t know if she could manage it any longer.

     Mangle nearly missed Foxy’s words as she had been lost in her thoughts but once they processed in her mind she could only raise a limb to hold onto his arm and slacken her jaw to let the static flow in acknowledgement of what he’d told her.

     She could never truly express the gratitude she felt towards Foxy and the other withered bots. Due to her mangled form, she had nearly been alienated by the other toy bots, though BB was still friendly to her, but the older bots knew how broken she was and they’d always helped repair her at night after being torn apart.

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     Eyes widened at a sudden feeling of weightlessness, though she couldn’t feel much of anything anyway; the children had truly destroyed her today, to a point where she could barely move any of her limbs.

     Just managing to turn her head, static emitted from a slackened jaw at the sight of the other animatronic.

     She’s hiding out in the Part/Services room, static emitting uncontrollably from her voicebox due to a broken hinge on her jaw. metallic tendrils work meticulously at fixing her jaw to finally silence herself and begrudgingly head back to Kid’s Cove for the afternoon shift.

     It was nearly closing and most of the toddlers had already left with their parents. If an animatronic could be breathing heavily, then the trembling robotic vixen would be doing so now.

     Pinpricks could be seen in the darkness as Mangle watched the other, faceless, animatronic with a fascination she’d had ever since she’d first seen the old and withered animatronics that were hidden away in the Parts/Services room during the day. Static was suddenly heard from her.

Jeremy looked up, screaming and jerked back.

“W-WAAGH- Y-YOU GUYS CAN TALK…!?!”

     The robot’s head tilted back in static laughter before lowering from her coiled perched on the ceiling. It was around three AM now and the vixen found herself needing some fun.