Mangle's POV
After that horrid time with Toy Chica, I Just sat and.. thought.
Thought why she bullied me. Was it because I was mangled?
What? What made her better than me? I didn't know. "Hey, um.. Mangle? What's wrong?" I hear. Slightly confused, I look and see someone who cares.
Chica. "Oh. Um.. Toy Chica.. she keeps bullying me.. what makes her better than me?!" I yell.
"N-nothing. She isn't better than you." She replies.
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A drawing of mangle)
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"Hey..." said Chica. I turned to look at her. "Don't let her get to you." She says.
I smile. "thanks. You made me a little better." I reply smiling.
She nods, saying, "I have to go. I'll come back soon tho, but.. you should come out."
"But.. toy Chica..?"
"I won't let her get you. I promise." She says. "Hmm.
I might later.." I reply. She nods and leaves. What now?
Hmm.. I guess I'll just wonder about, away from the stage. Because toy Chica is there, probably.
Any who, there isn't allot to do, so I guess I'll just sleep. Tho I aren't very tired.
"Goodnight, me." I mumble falling asleep
