The daisy II

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Mangle picked back up her jacket and her red beanie and we both went out of the room; we still had an hour left before midnight, there was no problem with coming out and check out this mysterious truck. Once we were at the front door Mangle placed her hand in me so she could stop me.

   "You wait here, I'm going to go out." And then she covered herself better with her coat and went out.

   I decided to stay close to the door and 'look after' her from a distance. The cold breeze from the outside felt worse than touching dry ice.

   I was hearing Mangle take long and slow steps towards the right side of the restaurant. I slowly stopped seeing her since this restaurant doesn't have any windows, it's just the front door made of crystal. I felt so nervous that I couldn't help but start to walk in circles, beside the fact of not getting my sight off the stage and those animatronics; they're as quiet as every time when the clock ticks six o'clock. My anxiety made me start biting my finger nails and bit stronger my lips. I was hearing her walking, but then I suddenly stopped hearing her; in fact, I was hearing some noises among the trees and pines behind the restaurant, as if a herd of huge animals were hunting and chasing over many branches and a lot of snow. I couldn't control myself and I opened the door.

   "Mangle?" I said with my snout outside and the rest of me inside.

   In that moment Mangle came back to the restaurant; she had her cheeks so red and her white fur with little ice crystals.

   "Well? What was that?"

   "I couldn't see who arrived, but I got the hunch that he or she went to hid in the forest," she said while heading back to the room. "Come on, we can't stay out here."

   I looked at those animatronics once again. I looked off and just followed Mangle. She was worried while taking off her clothes.

   "I'm totally sure somebody arrived here, but I don't know who and for what; if they happen to forget something they always come back walking or in a car, they would just come here in a truck if they were going to bring a new animatronic of furniture, but I do know nothing like that is planned. I don't know."

   As my first impression it didn't seem to be weird or suspicious, but Mangle's attitude says the opposite, she's nervous and puzzled just like me about her reaction. Maybe if we stay alert about anything we might have a good night.

   "Bon, don't worry about that. I… will stick something on that corner so you can do pull ups. I'm also going to look for some heavy things for you, alright?"

   "Well, I was actually thinking more like walking from wall to wall like an idiot, but I think your idea is better. Thanks, Mangle."

   "Don't mention it. You can go to sleep if you want to." And then she headed towards outside.

   When I went to bed I saw the Cupcake asleep with a cigarette coming out of his mouth like always. I took it away and I laid down close to him so he could be right next to my face.

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I just can't believe how hard pull ups turned to be now, I feel like I'm two hundred pounds or like my arms are more bones than muscles. The music they put on TV is nothing like my style when doing exercise, French songs are always calm and soft, and that's just helpful to get some sleep. I decided to turn it off and keep going. In some minutes Mangle will show up since she told me she had to come back immediately so she could get her costume ready. For a second I thought we weren't gonna have many options since we already are animal-shaped animatronics; I mean, should we dress up like humans? My logic indicates so. However, she got to make a white rabbit disguise with a white mask with slanted eyes. She also had a fluffy tail and white gloves, and a diadem with two large, white and pink ears too, just like her skin's color. I felt pretty gloomy when I saw that fluffy tail, it was just like Bonnie's. Her costume got me onto a purple and white haze full of memories and remorses. Something I've always done from a child when my feelings get me into crying, whether for anger or sadness, is to make more phisical effort, that way I can get rid of them; my sweat dripping off my body made my fur looked shinier.