”You do we’ve been away from our parents for so long, and she really doesn’t remember our mother. She misses her. I can’t — I can’t fill the space that a mother can. You could. She’s just scared because I’ve been all she’s had. If you let me see her, I’ll make sure she knows you love her, I’ll tell her that I’ve found a mother for her, someone who will love her.”
Andrej stood slowly, looking at her with soft hazel eyes.
“Please.”
❛ she’s in the basement. i gave her a blanket, some food and some toys but i don’t think she likes down there. she says she misses you.❜
mangled looked down, taking a step back, handing the young guy a key.
“You do know I really cannot stay. Your attempt at binding me in chains will falter, lass.”
He spoke, a smirk cutting over his lips. Honestly, he should have avoided her when he first went over to a woman crying and sobbing over something. Or someone. He believed that would be the last—the final—time he would ever see her again.
Now here Foxy was, all wrapped nicely in icy gray chains, with her standing right in front of him, and no tiny clue as to where he was— Or how he got here, in that matter.
”—They’re a bit loose… don’t ya think?”
❛ i think these chains really suit you. the gray looks good with your eyes and the cold and icy metal matches your soul. if you ask me you should always wear these. you look so much more dangerous with them! almost like a real pirate. ❜
with her eyes fixed on his and her hands stroking the chains, her smile widened. all she needed some company. voluntary or not.
❛ i don’t have to tighten them. you have nowhere to go. there’s nothing for any of us. ❜
and mangle was right, they had nowhere to go. without this pizzeria they were just another dead soul roaming around. another lost life.
❛ isn’t it ironic that this place is a happy place, full of happy colours, and happy memories and its only residents are so rotten inside, they wouldn’t recognize happiness if it ripped off their arm. ❜
