”It may not hurt, but at least take it as a warnin’.
Cause th’ next time ya mess with me, I’ll rip that
pretty head ‘f yours off your tiny neck.”
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 R you!
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? ❜