Mangle x Male Reader

1. Fear

     Y/N absolutely dreaded spending time with his little sister Laine. There was nothing wrong with her, exactly, and he loved her dearly. However, he knew that every time he came home from college, she would ask him to drive her to that accursed pizza restaurant. He wanted to make her happy, since he knew the importance of growing up in a positively reinforced environment, but the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza that just opened a short drive from his house was the last place he wanted to be.

     Just as he suspected, after a few minutes of being home, greeting his parents and sorting his belongings out, Laine came running towards him, hands up.

     "Pizza!" She smiled as she spoke, looking all the way up to meet Y/N's eyes. She was barely the height of his waist, but she was the tallest girl in her second grade class. He was jealous, as he had gotten the short end of the stick when it came to genetics.

     "Am I just a food dispenser to you?" He mockingly asked the little girl. "Besides, if you eat too much pizza, you'll turn into a pepperoni." He warned her. Laine just frowned at him, putting her hands on her hips. In all honesty, Y/N felt a little bad for turning down her pizza shaped desires every single time. He figured indulging her just this once would appease her seemingly unending appetite. "Fine, I'll take you to get pizza, just give me a little time. I need to wash off in the shower." He promised her.

     The man didn't even notice the smile on his sister's face. He was too busy fighting the shudders that were controlling his body. Y/N had always been terrified of animatronics ever since high school. Laine doesn't remember it, but she was almost seriously injured by one. During a family trip to a theme park, she was very close to putting her hand into the moving parts of one of the ride's mascots. He had stopped her, and warned her not to do it again, but for the rest of the trip every time he saw any kind of animatronics, they bothered him. He kept assessing them for potential danger. After that, they haunted his nightmares from time to time. It made it exponentially worse that the animatronic mascots at the pizzeria his sister loved so much were free roaming. So much could go wrong.

     Y/N just let the warm shower water wash away as many of his worries as it could.

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     The parking lot in front of Freddy's was loaded to the brim with cars. Most of the guests were families, with smiling children eager to meet their terrifying metal idols. Stepping out of the car took more willpower than Y/N was going to admit, but he and his sister eventually made their way into the restaurant, Laine dragging him by the hand the whole way. She didn't even bother taking him to a table first, as she pulled him around. Instead, she ran to the children's play area.

     As they approached it, Y/N began to notice Kids Cove was where the noise that drove him mad in his sleep came from, keeping him awake at night, and haunting him while he slept. It was a low pitched gutteral noise, almost like the static between two radio stations if it were passed through the vocal cords of Satan himself before meeting his ears. It came from the only animatronic in the kids' area. A complete garbled mess of parts, topped off with a white fox head sporting rosy red cheeks.

     The Mangle, as he had heard some of the adults call it, was a pull-apart and put-back-together attraction where the children could mess around with the animatronic's parts to make whatever they wanted. If robots were ever going to revolutionize and take over humanity, the war would certainly be started by this thing. Y/N wasn't actually fearful of this particular robot, though. Unlike the unsettling energy the rest of the animatronics gave off, this one mostly made him feel pity. It never moved, never blinked. It only let out the static from its busted voice box while tiny humans relocated its appendages every day.