Hey guys, ShyWrites here! Happy Mother's Day to everyone who is a mom and if you're not...then I guess this is a regular day for you! :D Anyways, there are a few things i want to tell you about this fic;

-Contains Springtrap X Mangle (I DO NOT care if you don't like the shipping...)

-30 years after the second game (basically the time period of the third game)

-Only 2 MAIN characters, Spring and Mangle (Men that take Spring to Fazbear's Fright will be shown and MIGHT have the phantoms)

-They are android furries.

-Mangle is a girl in this.

That's about it. Remember to review, follow and favorite and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

~ShyWrites

~I~I~

Mangle's POV

A drop of water hit my nose as I awoke from my slumber. It was raining again and being in a rundown restaurant, the ceiling was leaking once more. I stretched before getting a pot from the kitchen and placing it there. This place have seen better days. Sure I had it rough but at least my friends were still happy. Fred would wake everyday, refreshed and ready to sing to those little shits we call children. Bon Bon would be up and willing to play another tune on his guitar. And Chi would be grateful to serve food to them and sing background vocals.

But what do I do?

Get up almost everyday to see the mechanic, fixing me up before the kids come in. Once they do, the little bastards start tearing at my interior, ripping out wires and other pieces of me until they get bored and runs off to play with something else. They all treated me like some kind of toy that they can just put in shambles but if I did it to them, it wouldn't be so much fun anymore would it?! Then it repeats for awhile until the mechanic gave up fixing me. He probably thought it was no point of putting me back together so he just... left me like that.

Left me as The Mangle

Everyone called me that from then on. Sure I never minded but seriously how would you feel if you were called Bitch or Hoe or Dumbass or anything else that's not your name for your entire life. Trust me, you would hate it just like I hated it but it was better than being called Toy Foxy. Anyways I've been sitting on the floor in the Kid's Cove for thirty years now... Everyone is gone but me even though what didn't make sense was that the owners of this place dismantled my friends and left me to rot in this pizzeria.

Tears started to stream down my face as I remembered my friends. They always were happy no matter what situation they were in. Why can't I be that happy? I want to feel what true happiness is instead of faking my smile all the time. I remained in my thoughts for awhile until I heard something. A muffled thud. I figured that it was probably a mouse or something and went back to my thought until I heard it again.

Curiosity got the best of me as I walked down the hall and stared into each room to see nothing out of the ordinary. I even looked around the dining room to see nothing peculiar. I sighed as I sat on the stage.

This was pointless! It was probably my imagination... It does run wild sometimes. I chuckled but then stopped when I heard the thud again. This isn't funny anymore! I got up and marched towards the back. As I got farther and farther inward, things became dark and unfamiliar to me. Then I heard the thud once more. I groaned before searching for the place it might be coming from. I was about to give up when I noticed something. A bordered up door stood at the end of the hall.

Hesitant, I walked toward it and pulled a few nails off the boards. I was about to pull off the last one when all the boards collapsed and the door swung open. A grayish yellow rabbit fell onto the floor as I gasped, dropping to my knees to help him up.

~I~I~

I fixed up his exterior a bit and was waiting for him to wake up. He's been this way for hours now. I sighed as I polished his hull a little. He's kind cute... What are you talking about Mangle!? You just met him! I slapped myself as I blushed. I can't fall in love with someone I just met! Plus, he'll probably not be interested or something like that. Who could love someone like me?! I'm basically in shambles!

I looked over at the rabbit and examined him closer. The top part of his ear is missing and his nose looks broken. Like a weird potato shape. I laughed but then stopped as he stirred. Damn it Mangle! You probably woke him!

His eyes opened a bit then closed then opened wide as if he was shocked. "Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" he asked me in a raspy tone of voice. My amber eyes shifted from him to the other side of the room as I said.

"My name's Toy Foxy but my friends called me Mangle and well... I live here! What I've been wondering is why you're in the back."

"Management through me back there and no you don't LIVE here! Me and Goldie do!"

Goldie?! He's been out of admission since Fredbear's! And that was in 1970!

"Uh sir..." I acknowledged him and got his attention back. "Are you talking about Fredbear's?"

"Yes!" the rabbit huffed looked all over the Kid's Cove for something. "Now, help me find Goldie!"

"Uh s-"

"Spring." he cut me off to tell me his name. I caught myself by saying.

"Right...Spring, Goldie is out of admission."

"What?!" Spring looked at me as if he were puzzled and slightly angry. "What do you mean 'out of admission?!"

"He's been in the Parts and Service room since 1970, about 47 years ago. Fredbear's closed after the murder of a child in front of it. They-"

"I remembered that day." Spring sighed as he sat on the floor next to me. He stared at the floor as he continued to talk. "Goldie was so sad after that kid's death then as soon as management told us that they will be closing the place until the case of the dead child calms down, he got even sadder. I would try to comfort him but nothing would work and the next day, management threw me in that dreaded room and i stayed there every since."

"I'm so sorry."

"So what is this place now?" he asked me as I stared at the ground.

"It was Freddy Fazbear's Pizza until November of the 1990's... The place closed down for good after that."

When I finished my statement, I looked up to see Spring in tears. He heaved violently as he dropped to the floor. He banged his fist at the dust coated ground as my eyes started to swell up in moisture.

He has been locked up in the past for 47 years, clueless as to what was happening to the world around him. I bend down to him and patted him on the back before saying.

"I know, I'm lonely too."

~I~I~