That was an utter lie. But she didn’t have to know that Foxy wasn’t going to simply walk away without a challenge. In this case, till he got inside kid’s cove.
In the silence he stayed for about ten minutes, sitting down on the cold tile floor with nonchalance settling in his body. Every now and then, he would twist and turn, almost as if he was trying to find a comfort spot. He truly— really—wanted to get into kid’s cove. It was his goal.
—So he whined like a puppy. Whined like the lonely puppy he is. He wasn’t going to stop until it annoyed her to the point where she absolutely had to feel a bit sorry for not opening the door.
foxy couldn’t be serious right now. all the times he rejected her, hurtherand now he came crawling. it didn’t make sense. why now? just because she stopped running after him?
she wasn’t really mad at him. his words had just made her think. sophia realized that it was kind of pathetic to try so desperately, especially considering he had all the reasons to hate her he just didn’tknow yet. but maybe .. that was about to change. she had had it with the lies, the pretending. this was eternity and not some school play.
a sigh escaped her lips as she got up to move closer to the door. all this wasn’t helping with her guiltbut it definitely was flattering.
He would be lying to himself—to others—if he said he wanted to be alone. He would be telling the golden truth if he solely enjoyed the company of only one. Someone like him, and yet not so exactly alike. For, if they were, it would be a horrible disaster of a F̷̵̛̻̦̰͓̗͍̟͇̭R̸̨̨̺̻̹͉̠̥̥̜̪̥̠̻̬̜̗̻͔̝͟͝I͉̥͈̮͕͖̻͇͎͔̱̘̮͉̱͈͡E̡̢̬̟̦̥̘̙̜̲͟N̴̡̡̲̦̻̼̺͚͚̦̯̘̜̤͍̲̭͜͡D͜͝҉҉͔̙̞̠̝̻̱̭̪̣̝͓̗͙ͅŞ̡̛͇͚̳̳̞̮̠͈͙̲̯͎̠ͅH̶̕͏̢͙̝̩͇̤̹̘̀Ì̶̷̗̗̖̰P̧̻̘͚͚̦͉̣̯̪̼͇̫͕͕̗̻̦̀͞ͅ.
Foxy walked over to kid’s cove, his mind set to getting along—try to—with the one who lurked within. They must hate them for the other day, but did he give a one bloody damn about it? No! A pirate doesn’t give a single one for other’s feelings!
She could be the e̻̝͙̱͚̪͖x̸͔̹͓̣c̷̹̣͕̦̩̩͉e̝͇͇̳̤ͅṕ̶͖̳t̶̷͈̬͢i̡̠͚͔̟̝ǫ͔̥͎̹͉̜͎̼͡n͎̙̼̟͔̕.
He rapped maybe two or three times on the door. Softly yet audible enough for whoever this “she” was to hear.
she hadn’t left kid’s cove since their talk. questions had been bugging her, keeping her awake. mangle was nowhere to be found and the only thing left was broken, dead sophia. a part of her just wanted to run away but she knew there was nowhere to go. all she had and all she’ll ever have is this pizzeria.
memories of happy times were as painful as never. flashbacks of her parents, her fiance, the kids. she had had so much left.
will she ever know what her life became without her? did they move on while she was rotting in the ground or did they cry for her until they died of sadness?
“Really? I never remember sayin’ anythin’ bout being friends with you. I’d rather be alone than be with you all. You and the rest ‘f them took what was most important t’ me..away! It is your fault they are gone! It is your fault they are not here! It’s. their fault!”
All your F A U L T that I could not save them. That I could not save HER. I just want t’ watch everything B U R N.
“Go ahead ‘n leave me. I’m already rotten as it is. Even if ya don’t, I’m still goin’ t’ rot.”
As will you.
Maybe, in another life.in a past life. Foxy wasn’t at all like this. Crude, lonely, and frustrated with almost everything. Everyone. Perhaps, he was a somebody, a person who mattered to someone— and mattered back. Just maybe he was…Loved…
If he pondered on the thought of a life before this one, a booming laugh would certainly shake the pizzeria’s down to its foundation.
Then again, he would have foolishly enjoyed living a life with no need —no desire—to kill, to be alone, to watch everything stay the same… And see the same faces over and over and over again as if this was one small world was trapped—confined—within a large rectangular box.
—Little does the poor pirate know, he did live a luxurious life filled with people that adored him for being a good, successful young man in his early twenties. Most importantly, the person—James—he once was before he was ruthlessly beaten to death, had admired someone, held them close to his beating heart that, the exhilarating memories with them, were the only things he saw dance across his eyes. As if it was a fading dream…
❛ our fault?o̞̮u̼̝͚̖͍̝̕r̖ͅ ̡͈f̝͍͕̥͢a̲̼̼̫̼̰u̢l̫̣̳̭̼͢t͎̻̝͙͖?̟̙̼̯͠ you were the one hiding in that dark little cove of yours. don’t you dare blame us for this! we tried, and we loved the children even when they stopped loving us! but maybe you’re right. maybe it’d be better if you’d just rot down here. alone. ❜
it wasn’t foxy, or him behaving the way he did guilt, madness, anger and loneliness were burning her from the inside out. she was sick of being stuck with people that didn’t even want to get to know her, people that secretly, or openly, hated her, everything she did, and all that was around them. without the kids this place was nothing but a graveyard, sad, dead, depressing. mangle thought that this place would be her chance, that she could feel alive again but instead it had made her feel worse.
❛ ungrateful .. i don’t even know why i wanted you to like me. you’re obviously not capable of being anything but some ..❜
no matter what, a part of her would always act like there were children around. she was playing a neverending role called the mangle. cute, innocent, sometimes a little slow. there were very few moments in which she’d just be sophia again .. an actual person.
❛ hope you’re happy now. have fun getting out of these chains.❜
after a few seconds she had turned her back to him, walking towards the door, her hands forming fists.
Cold chuckles break the two-second silence barrier between the two.
”I don’t have friends. Neither ‘f ya are.”
I used to… but they are all gone. The C H I L D R E N. They will never return.
It is their fault. ALL YOUR FAULT.
He struggled once more against those tight chain ropes, this time with much more energy. and strength.His eyes— every once in a while—altering from blue to a bright yellow that’s glow only increased with his rage at being tied up.
“I’ve learned t’ enjoy it. I have learned, ever since I was put out ‘f order, loneliness is a good thing, not a bad thing. It is better t’ be alone than t’ be with th’ likes ‘f ye.”
Foxy only tolerated them simply because he somehow found himself in their presence. Or, perhaps, the other way around when they would trespass around his humble cove.
Oh, how he..hated them!
“That is what they all say! —That they didn’t do. That it was I who done it, when, as a matter ‘f fact, I was occupied with a group ‘f children at th’ time it occurred. So I ain’t goin’ t’ believe ya, lass.”
❛ you are a friend of mine, whether you want to be, or not! nowstop saying these things! loneliness can never be nice! even after years and yearsloneliness can be worse than death and death is pretty bad already! why can’t you just try for once, foxy? quit being the mean old pirate! i am not the enemy. and i didn’t bite that child in 1987. you have no reason to dislike me so stop!just stop! or i’ll leave you here to rot.❜
sophia mangle was used to being adored by the people around her. she had always been the popular girl, the happy girl. and that was exactly what got her killed that day, long time ago. the image’s still in her head as if it happend yesterday. after the men had raised their guns, she tried to calm them, thinking that no one would ever dare to shoot her because people loved her, didn’t they? exactly this arrogance cost sophia her life. now, even after deathshe’s still obessed with people liking her. maybe it even got worse.
that day back in 1987.. a child had made fun of her, refused to touch her, play with her and after a while she justsnapped. it happend so fast.. she couldn’t stop. there’s nothing mangle regrets more than the bite. not only did she hurt an innocent child, no, she also let someone else take the blame for it. but what was she supposed to do? she couldn’t be honest, people would hate her!
torturing one of his own.. how could he do that? mangle always knew that the pirate fox didn’t like her very much, but she never would’ve thought that he hated her. after all, she tried to be his friend, several times, over and over again. foxy was the one to reject her, hurt her.
mangle couldn’t stand people not liking her. back when she was still alive, people loved her. she was friends with everyone, got along with her parents, had a loving fiance.. sophia had it all and mangle wanted it all. there was no way she’d just accept a no.
they both knew foxy could never physically hurt her but all of this? the betrayal, the embarrassment.. that was pain enough already. the vixen thought about what might’ve triggered him. was it her trying too hard? was it the fact that he was convinced that it was her that bit the child? or was she just an outlet for all of his anger?
it was hard to keep calm, almost impossible but there was no way he’d win this. he could try it all, she wouldn’t fall.
❛ why are you doing this, foxy? i’ve always been nice to you. always. i even tried being your friend. and when they all said that you bit that child? i said no that’s not possible.❜
His growls only grew in volume—chaotic and ooze with fiery rage—when he felt the chains that bound him, uncomfortably too tight.
S L A U G H T E Ryou! Like he slaughtered them.
“Do you think me a dog without a home? A dog ya can easily own by just tyin’ a leash around its neck? Haven’t you already guessed, I do not belong t’ no one but the cove.”
My cove.
He jerked his head away from the hands that lightly brushed his hair. Though he found it a bit satisfyingly pleasing… and soothing. He always liked his hair being touched… —But not by her. or the others.
“Ah, so I suppose ye weren’t th’ one who put th’ blame on me?”
❛ listen to yourself, foxy. i’m not one of the guards, i’m your friend. you, chica, bonnie, freddy, balloon boy, the puppet.. i’ll spend eternity with you guys and even though you’re all mean and loud and angry and crazy i consider you my friends. ❜
frustration, loneliness, anger. and now she had one of her only friends all chained up. what was she doing? this wasn’t her. she’d never do these things. she was a good person.
❛ i’m not trying to own you. aren’t you lonely, too? i know the others are. but at least they talk to me. ❜
mangle would spent most of her days trying to cheer people around her up even though most of the time it ended with someone telling her to leave them alone. it hurt her, in a way. she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. but at least the kids were the same. at least the kids would never reject her. at least the kids loved her.
❛ i don’t know who did it, but i know that it wasn’t me and i am seriously shocked that you really think that i’d do something like that and then just pass the blame onto you? ❜
