❝ 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼 ❞ 𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝙱/𝚂

【 🎶 - 1 】

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// Trigger warnings : Machine committing selfharm. Abuse. \\

She craved the pain, the pain she felt when her wires sparked inside her body. The sharp object ramming into her weakening structure. When her eye was pulled out and the connecting wire set on fire. The moment when she was flooded with commands from her programming was missed dearly. The mess rested on the floor with both ears down, wired sticking out of her joints and exposed machinery. She couldn't feel a thing. They could not bring themselves to even care about their state or name.

It did not matter how she was called any longer. She was not worth any of it. The grinding joints were the only noise she could listen to for a long time. She hated the chatter, it interrupted her drowning in self-pity and sorrow. The thing did not even bother moving. Her attention was far away from the children toying around, only the body there. Despite the attention, she felt nothing. Her one remaining eye glanced at the poster. All she could see was her past self. This wide smile from ear to ear. This gleaming smile and beauty. She cowered before her past self as she forced her head away. Yet she could not unsee the past. Those sparkling eyes, seamless connection between limbs, and this angelic voice. This tall figure towering above anything and anyone. Now towering about herself. That one remaining audit was shaking, the half ear remaining of hers moving down. That's when she remembered. Her shattered ears molten away. Her lipstick color was off her snout, crushed only to be thrown away. The remainder of the vixen could not stand seeing her own again, the image of her perfect self mirroring itself in her head. Even the darkest corners of her mind were not free of the pain, the mental pain that never ceased. She accepted she was broken and beyond repair. Her body could not be fixed. The parts required were not here. Never would be again. And she knew HE would make sure she would never see herself the way she used too. Slowly the thing crawled to the wall where the poster was hanging. It's pure existence was pain to her body. She could not stand it. Slowly she pressed her exposed hands, one which had some of the molten fur and metal between her fingers. She did not dare to look at it. But she knee exactly where it was. She rose her heavy hand. Her entire body screeched as it was dragged carelessly on the floor. The sound was all she could hear. She was deaf and she was blind to her surroundings. All she could see were those cold walls. Her one broken ear was capable of receiving the screeching and static that came from her broken voicebox. It was a mess. She no longer had this angelic voice. She had nothing. Her bowtie was torn. She ran her claws over the paper and ripped it off. She showed her still intact teeth as it was being done. The fox quickly turned away and pulled it's mostly dysfunctional body to the closest box. She had no idea she just pulled the attention from the whole room to herself. She never did destroy anything. Or act negative in any shape or form during the day. But she broke. The wires from her eyesocket was hanging, a mix of blue and red ones. The construct grew weary of said thing. Her hand grasped and began to pull. Sparks flew from her head and she was heating up. Her other eye felt like it would be being compressed. Her hand was shaking from the amount of force needed to remove it. She had enough. And it made her feel something. It felt like pain. But it felt so far away at this point. Like it would be an echo reaching her from across dimensions. The wire came lose, the machine rammed it's head straight against the floor with some sparks coming off. The vision of hers flickered. Weakened, at times even not being here even at all. But it was better than this emptiness. All of the curious and shocked eyes were upon the ' malfunctioning ' machine. Who would have thought that smashing it up would cause this?

Her head lifted, curled up to a ball as much as she could. Her he'd stood up as it was loosely attached to her corpus with her arm and some wires. While she appeared aware and in some kind of state of shock she was empty. Unresponsive. She could not see the adults seeing her. She could not feel or her the children being creeped out for her behaviour. Some even crying. Most of them did not understand what happened to her. But they knew something was very wrong with her. Toy Foxy would never act up. Toy Foxy would never give up. Toy Foxy would not cause any harm.

But she was no longer Toy Foxy. Once more her being has been mercilessly shattered.
She no longer was being loved. Cared for as it was in the past. Her head turned to the left as she believed to see some light. She was in utter darkness. Not ready to do anything. It was their first time to act up this horribly. The next moment something tugged on her, before her body being lifted into the air. Her head spun wild,, not knowing how to react. Now the voices were close. But she could not understand a word. She knew that it were at least four or more men lifting her. Holding her. But it was not careful handling. She felt fear. Helplessness as she could not fight back against her fate. Something else screeched, something heavy and large. An inanimte object. The voices. One was familiar. Her iris shrunk as she could hear it. She could not make it out what it was saying. But it struck fear and despair into her core.

It was HIM.

She felt a change of wind, before freedom. Nothing held her. But she was going up, in a large bow. Her jaw opened, it being worked open anyway as she crashed with her jaw on the floor. Her eye shattered, her vision becoming blurry, unreadable.

It was like something made a short connection between her voicebox and her core. A shaky breath left her as the said object she was passed through before was moved. It was shut. And she was surrounded in nothing but pitch black darkness. The glassy audit flickered, before giving up on life.

❝ N - no / Ṇ̷̢̧̻̝͚͔͓̄̈̅̃ó̸̪̰̜͍͐̄̊̽̚,̸̡͍̦͉̙͓̻͙͇̽͂͋͑ ̶̞̪͙̮̝̙̘͑͑̎̏̇̓͑͘͘n̸̤̓̂̋͛̈́́ó̵̮̦̮̃͠ ̵̢͇͈̬͇͓̈́͊͘n̵̢̢͍̣͎͉͚͒̿͆̃̅̑̒̿͜ọ̶̙̠̦͂̌̀̈̈́̈́  ❞

After those words, life faded from her body.

She was the mangle.

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