The daisy II

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It was some days ago since Mangle reacted that way in front of Bonnie. I haven't mind of going to see her and ask her about the situation. During these days she had been trying to convince us that nothing actually happened, as if the day Bonnie woke up again didn't mean anything to her. I didn't buy that, but I didn't want to push her to tell me the truth. I got this really vague idea that that might be hurting her, but only she could confirm it since Bonnie couldn't either remember anything about what she wished to tell him.

   Today Bonnie wanted to go to the dining area and look for some blankets in the Lost and Found room, which seems to keep antiquities from a museum than stuff someone's gonna find one day. I didn't see any problem in letting him go and find something to sleep with, and either did Mangle. Speaking of her… she went to the Parts and Service room to build some stuff so we could settle down here; she said she could create a little rack that Bonnie and I could use to put on it a mattress. And, well, when it came to Bonnie, there was no way I could say no, although I didn't like the idea of receiving favors from others and don't give anything back either. Today that wasn't the case, for I was willing to go towards her so she could tell me about her plights she and Bruno went through. That should be helpful somehow.

   I walked out of the Breaker Room—now I know they call it like that—and looked for Mangle. I didn't see Bonnie around yet. He might be amusing himself with the junk people forget. When I opened the door, I found her wrapping with thin wires a thick one; they were yellow and red ones. I stepped closer, but she didn't turn to see me.

   "Hey," I awkwardly said.

   "Hi, Freddy!" She turned to me and then back to the wires. "Sorry if I didn't go out with Bonnie to help him get some blankets for you guys, I wanted to make sure this machine stopped bugging out all the time; it should be working by now, I just like to wrap these wires around it like this." I could tell she worked hard on being in a good mood.

   Since that day, she didn't seem to be that chick with strong feelings, but now she was a wreck inside and wouldn't let anyone go in and try to fix her. Why? I don't think she tried her best to hide secrets from her past from me, 'cause in Mont-Tremblant she always told me about things that defined her: what she likes, dreams, about her little projects, herself. I still remember the reason why she was saving all that money she gave me for my stripping. The reckoning had come along.

   "Say, you think we can talk for a minute? You know, alone." I grabbed her arm. This time my voice was firm.

   She stopped smiling at those wires. She seemed to get her attention to them away and rather paying it at me.

   "Alright." So then she walked out of the room. I got that I had to follow her.

   She sat down on the edge in which FunTime Foxy used to work. I came to sit next to her. I didn't say anything, I gotta admit I wanted her to be the one who spoke first; I had no idea how to start a touchy conversation to somebody, so my plan was to let her think and ponder. Some minutes later, she talked while looking down.

   "I wish I can tell you everything that happened to me, Freddy, about everything I went through before I knew you and the Cupcake. I would love to tell you everything I saw before I even knew my skin was now made out of glistening metal." She looked at me. "But I can't."

   I remained quiet. I couldn't help but frown though.

   "I just can't, Freddy. I really wish I can speak up, but it's something so painful that I don't think I can get back up from it, not even if I programmed myself to forget that; my gifted system wouldn't let me forget those memories that changed my life. I had to learn how to deal with that memory so it didn't disturb my work and my sanity." She scoffed. "I never convinced myself, I tried to lie to myself but failed like always. I must confess that, before I sneaked myself into the loading area, I promised Bruno I was going to find him, that I was going to be able to recognize him and tell him everything I couldn't."

   So then Mangle started crying just like on that day when Bonnie was fixed.

   "I repeated several times to myself that nothing assured me that he was going to recognize me, but I just couldn't accept that, I supposed that if I had enough faith, things could be different, but faith is nothing but a subjective idea to indulge our urges and make up frights." She looked at the control room. "Remembering that, it always turns my days gray. That's why I've been keeping that out of the sunlight and from my mind; I do my best. I'm sorry, Freddy." She put her paw on my shoulder.

   "Don't worry," I replied a little disappointed; anyone could tell by my voice. "Now I see that forgetting that isn't that easy, not to say impossible. But it might be good for you to talk this off with Bonnie. How can you be so sure that he's not gonna remember anything? What if—?"

   "It's not use," she suddenly said. "You told me in Mont-Tremblant how Bonnie was like; a friendly robot with program codes to work as a guitarist and live almost like a human. I'm glad he's a gifted one, but you never mentioned he was capable of remembering one of the main facts of robots like me: the past before metal."

   "The past before metal?"

   "That's what makes me stick out from many robots around me. It's hard to deal with it when you're born, but time and circumstances help you grow up and prove how capable you are to face this world full of challenges. Today I must face one again, which is get over that memory."

   I was feeling like a child trying to be at an adults conversation's level; I had nothing to defend my idea with, I wasn't even sure about what I was saying, I was just trying to find a way to make her feel better. Is there anything? It looked like only somebody more powerful than her could make it. It was definitely not me.

   "Despite that tragedy, I'm glad I told you about this, Freddy. Merci beaucoup."

   She came closer to kiss my cheek.

   Feeling that was strange. That kiss didn't make me feel that tickling thing in my stomach and force me to be wild, but it made me feel kinda gloomy, as I thought I should consider more what she does and what I do. What am I doing here? That question came up like a pang in my mind, which I questioned at the same time about why. Her kiss was worse than an electric shock. I felt so puzzled. So relieved.

   "Freddy, I also wanted to talk to you about a little thing that might be interesting for you and Bonnie." She was still sat down.

   "What is it?" For some reason I didn't expect much.

   "It was something I didn't consider for my obsession of finding Bruno. I even considered it as a great gift for some animatronic that showed up in Mont-Tremblant for Halloween; some restaurant's owner around there told my restaurant's owner that wanted me to have a better job; he thought it was a waste of potential to use me to announce the dining area and other spots. He believed I was more useful. He offered him to buy me and send me to the restaurant L’enfant gâté, which was closer to the town. He thought about it for some days, but every time he tried to send a letter of acceptance, I stole it on purpose and hid it. I was planning on doing that until Bruno came along and we both could be working together." So then she turned to Baby's gallery, by which Bonnie was coming back already. "Now that I found him I can see our last chapter was written that day, so it's not worth it to try and recreate an adventure that is never going to shine his mind. I want you and Bonnie to take this offer."

   "What? What do you mean?"

   "I didn't expect this coming, for I didn't expect you guys to find each other. I'm pretty sure L’enfant gâté's owner forgot how I was like or how many animatronics he wanted to buy by now, so now anyone can go and accept that job. Would you like to go there with Bonnie? You two could be working immediately for children, just like you used to do at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. You wouldn't have to worry about the language; some workers will be in charge of giving you French codes."

   The offer sure sounded convincing, but I wasn't still completely sure.

   "Mangle, but… aren't you coming with us?"

   "Don't worry about that. Haven't you noticed you guys still have no bed in here? I could have done that many days ago, but instead I was trying to build my things to settle. I'll stay here, after all I'm already white and pink." She giggled.

   "But… But…" I looked at the floor worried and with no breath.

   "Think about it." She got up from her spot and got back into the Parts and Service room.

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