JUST WATCH HIM. death had no restrictions, no boundaries. for him to have died – it was merely a means to exist forever, wallowing in hatred at those who had wronged him. were he to stay ALONE, cry and weep for all of eternity — then who could BLAME HIM? the presence of one fellow being, they too broken and maimed, does not serve to bring him a warm welcome as before. the icy fingertips of decay had turned a heart of gold into stone; cold and null. let him grieve for a hundred years more, and then maybe he would THINK about co-operating. remains hunched, to an outsider it would seem only that this was a sad bear, a relic. what lurked within, however… he dare not move.
Tangled wire flexes, the machine clanking forwards, only freezing as the soft whir of the camera filled the backroom. The Mangle felt no real hatred anymore- it was love that brought about her fate && love that powered ( otherwise frazzled ) circuits. As electrical purring died down, the Mangle crept forwards again, never afraid of the bear, fear held no power over the fox, thoughts of spiders && the big bad wolf couldn’t haunt nightmares the fox couldn’t have. No dreams- no night terrors. Instead the child lurks && the fox calls out to the Fazbear again.
"That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking."
