Five Nights at Freddy's 2: Mangled Soul

Chapter 1: A New Face

"F-foxy..." I say weakly as I regain consciousness. "Foxy?"

I try to look around the room, but all I find is darkness. The only light was the single lightbulb hanging over me. Its pull string hanging just out of my reach. I look at my arms and I see that they are shackled and chained, and that some weird markings were painted all over them with what appeared to be blood, my blood.

I look down at my torso, at the same place the new Foxy had stabbed me, and I see a sloppily applied bandage, only covering half the hole the new Foxy had made. I then try to move my legs but I didn't have any feeling in them at all.

"Oh no..." I say under my breath

I also noticed the crucifix painted onto my chest, directly over my heart. What was the owner going to do to me?

Just as I think this, the owner opens the door and shines a flashlight directly into my eyes, forcing me to squint.

"It took too much effort to revive you, so you better not completely die before the ritual is over." The owner says, stepping towards me. He leans down and grabs me by the face, gripping it painfully as he forces me to look at him.

"How do you feel?" He says. I spit at his face, and he slashes me across my face with a knife in retaliation.

I scream in pain as I feel the steady trickle of hot blood drip off of my left cheek. I look up at him angrily and I see him wiping off the spit with a bloody cloth. "I'll take that as a 'Good'," He says angrily. "Snot nosed brat!" He says as he kicks me in my stomach wound, causing it to bleed as well.

"Oh now look what you have done!" He yells. I black out from further blood loss.

A few hours later I wake up; I was unchained, which was strange.. but I couldn't remember why it was strange. I look around and see nothing but darkness still. I could no longer see my hands, there were no lights at all.

With great effort, I attempt to get up. My legs felt jerky and unnatural, they didn't move how I expected them too. Once I get to my feet, I begin waving my hand in the air to try to find the string attached to the ceiling light, but to no avail. I couldn't feel my fingers on my right hand. Had he cut them off or something? I didn't feel any pain.

I stumble around in the darkness, tripping over some loose wires and such, until I find the door leading out. I grab at the doorknob with my right hand, and I hear a loud metal scraping sound that makes me jump and look around to see what had made the noise. Naturally it was hard to ascertain the source of the sound in the darkness. I clumsily grab the doorknob with my left hand and walk through the door.

I am greeted by a backroom with robotic parts strewn about here and there, as well as some animatronic figures of which the parts belonged. There was a bear, some kind of chicken or duck creature, and a rabbit. They were creepy, and they seemed familiar. However, I couldn't quite figure out when, or where I had seen them before.

The animatronics were pretty damaged as well, the rabbits face was missing and the chickens jaw was unhinged, the bear had a lot of wear and tear, but wasn't nearly as damaged.

I quickly turn and look towards another door as I hear someone unlocking it. I see it open and in steps a man, and much like the robots he was incredibly familiar.

'KILLER, MURDERER, HIDE!' I hear in my head, as run to hide. He recognizes me instantly as I try to hide behind the rabbit.

"Mangle! Don't hide, my little one, come on out." He gestures for me to approach. "I won't bite!" He says before chuckling to himself.

I didn't know who the man was, but he was the first living thing I had seen so far that I could remember. So I slowly approach him.

"You are getting used to moving remarkably well, Mangle." He says.

"Mangle?" I say before looking at my hands for the first time. I had been distracted by all the robots to really notice all the little sounds my joints were making. I immediately see that my right hand wasn't a hand at all. It was a sharp and comical-looking pirates hook.

'Didn't I have a... a...' My thoughts die in my mind before I can finish them, no matter how hard I tried, my train of thought kept derailing.

"W-who am I?" I say, not used to my robotic voice. I look at my robotic fingers, watching how the wires moved and how certain parts pulled and pushed. I somehow knew what all the pieces did and what they were for. I could also name them all immediately by name.

"You are.. well, Mangle!" The man said, walking over to me and taking my hand in his to examine it. "I built you, and gave you life where there was none."

'LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!' I hear in my head again, what was that?

He tightens a screw in my hand with a small screwdriver he pulled out from the inside of his jacket.

I look at him as he works. "But.. why?" I ask him. He pauses for a second and stops his work as he looks at me. "Why not? Don't you want to be alive?" He asks.

I look at him. That was a dumb question to ask, of course I want to be alive.

"It's not a matter of if I want to live or not, it's just.. why make me live? What is an animatronic going to do with the life you've been so gracious of it to give?"

He looks at me for a few moments in silence before finally saying, "I wanted you to be.. life-like; more real. I wanted you to be able to form connections, and build friendly relationships with the children that come to this.. establishment. I did it for you, if nothing else."

I stop talking as the man finishes his tune-ups. As he finishes, I finally ask him some questions.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"George. But you may call me.. Master." He emphasizes the last word.

Then I ask him a question that had been bugging me.

"I can somehow remember these three animatronics from somewhere before. But, I can also remember another. He was red, what was his name?"

I feel like I hit a nerve in him as he veers around from looking in a toolbox and stares me directly in the eyes.

"Do not speak of that failure of an animatron! The most disobedient and unloyal one of the whole bunch!" He yells, gripping his head. "Never mention him again, Mangle. Never again!"

'FOXY, HE HATES FOXY! FOXY IS MY FRI-' I hear in my head again, I shake my head quickly to get it out.

I look at him fearfully before quietly saying, "Yes... Master.."

Jessica unlocks the door to her apartment and limps through, a figure followers her in.

"Make yourself at home, Foxy." She says as she sits down with a medical kit in hand.

Foxy is silent as he looks around. He walks over towards the balcony and looks out at the skyscrapers in the distance.

"Ye live 'ere?" He asks. "It be very nice, lassie."

"Thanks." She says before yelping in pain as she applies medical alcohol to her wounded ankle.

"Do ye need any help?" Foxy asks, quite damaged himself.

"No, no... I'm fine. And I'll be even better once I get this properly bandaged."

Foxy sits down in a chair and examines his broken state. His head was hanging on by a thread and some duct tape, and his left arm was broken and shattered. He was in a very bad state. But his state was nothing compared to...

"Tyler..." Foxy says quietly. "I've failed ye." He puts his head down in shame. He put it upon himself to protect the boy, and he failed no matter how hard he had tried. Forced to watch the life force drain out of Tyler before being turned off himself. Jessica was able to find him and, seeing no better way to take care of Foxy, decided to drive him to her apartment so she can make repairs in a safer place.

"It's not your fault, Foxy. I shouldn't have gone to work early, especially after the events of the previous night I heard about." Jessica says, finally bandaged and walking over to comfort Foxy as well as examine some of the damage.

Foxy sighs. Watching her with his one good eye as she worked. He was very glad Tyler taught her how to fix him, especially now since he was gone.

"I have to go down to the hardware store in the morning to get the tools I need to fix you completely. Maybe I can get a job there too... the employee discount would be nice." She says as she fixes Foxy's head joint so it would no longer fall off.

"That feels much better, thank ye, lassy." Foxy says gratefully. "If only Tyler were..." A sudden realization hits Foxy.

"Jessica, I have an idea! Aye, I do!" Foxy says, quickly standing up.

"What is it?" Jessica asks.

"Master said that he had a need fer Tyler's soul, aye?"

"Yes... and?" Jessica says, unsure of what he meant. She wasn't there for the conversation.

"He be bindin' his soul to an animatronic! Which means he be alive still! Tyler is alive!" Foxy says. "His soul is alive in an animatronic!"

Foxy stands up and walks over to her coffee table where her work papers were scattered around. He digs around them and finds a specific one and taps it. "He's re-openin' his restaurant again, for the last time! It says here he be bringin' back the newer models, the ones that failed to work right on his second openin'!"

"I never heard of the old location myself, all I know about it is from what Tyler told me." Jessica says, sitting down on her couch in front of the table.

"Aye, while that place was a failure in t' end, it didn't close immediately after t' third one opened. In fact, they opened around t' same time. They took us from the back room, fixed us up after the new ones failed, and then Tyler's father was transferred there. That's when Tyler met me."

"So now he's taking the failed new animatronics and starting again?" Jessica asks, puzzled.

"He be on his last legs, lassie. He can't keep this up ferever." Foxy says. "I have a feeling he's plannin' on somethin' big."

Jessica reads the paper, she had yet to read it herself. It said that the grand re-opening was tomorrow, at the original location of the second location. It said that he was ready to try for two active locations like he had before the incident of '87. It also said he was retiring the band from the older location, and that it was going to be converted into more of an arcade-like pizzeria.

"He's bringing back the ones that were broken because he's retiring the old ones." Jessica says. "He must need souls to make the new animatronics as good as the old ones. At least in his eyes."

Foxy nods and folds his arms, taking care to not further damage his left arm. "So, are we goin'?" Foxy says, looking at Jessica. She looks down, thinking. "Tyler be needin' us, what do ya say?"

Jessica looks up at Foxy and nods. "Yeah." She stands up and picks up a backpack. "Let's go help Tyler."

- Chapter End -

(A/N): Due to the game being released (And fans of the narrated version wanting more) IVE written a sequel! And, due to the disappointing fact that FNAF 2 is a prequel I've been able to come up with a way to make it work even if it doesn't make that much sense, at least to me. But I've tried my hardest guys! You would not believe how many versions of this one chapter I made.

If it's not quite your cup of tea, just wait for the next chapter. It starts getting a bit better once I get all of the setup out of the way!

EDIT: Added the version I had corrected for consistency and errors! Sorry about that!