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Foxy wanted to hate his new “toy” counterpart. Really, he did.
After all, Toy Foxy was his replacement. Created only to make him obsolete.
But yet…
“Hi, I'm Toy Foxy! It's nice to meet you!”
His counterpart was making it very hard to dislike her. That's right, her. Apparently Toy Foxy was female, for whatever reason. And she was sweet to an almost sickening degree.
“You seem kind of lonely back here…I'll come visit you! How does once a night sound?”
At first, Foxy had just been annoyed by her niceness. But slowly, he found himself warming up to the younger animatronic, just a little bit.
“Tomorrow is my first day out for the public…any advice?”
So when Toy Foxy was ready to make her debut in the newly refurbished Kid’s Cove (that name was so lame, Pirate's Cove was way better), Foxy was watching from behind his “Out of Order” curtain, waiting to see how things would go.
At first, everything was great. The kids adored Toy Foxy, cheering and laughing as she spoke to them. She was lighting up the small stage, all excitement and joy.
And then the kids started to get… pushy.
Toy Foxy's stage was less than a foot off the ground, so it was easy for the little gremlins to climb up and swarm her. Foxy had never had that problem, as his stereotypical pirate act, not to mention the huge gleaming hook, was typically enough to ensure they kept their distance.
But Toy Foxy didn't have that, not to mention she was far too nice to tell the kids to back off. So she just stood there while the kids climbed all over her body, pulling at her and chattering excitedly.
“Now children, there's no need to get so close- ow! Please stop that!”
The kids, being kids, didn't listen to her soft pleas. They just kept climbing and yanking and tugging until-
SNAP!
Foxy’s mouth dropped open. He wanted to scream.
Because one of the kids had just ripped Toy Foxy’s arm off.
The animatronic stared in frozen horror at the stump that had only a minute ago been her elbow. The boy holding the detached limb apparently didn't notice her distress, because he smiled brightly before calling out,
“You can take her apart!”
The other kids needed no further urging, immediately tearing into Toy Foxy like a pack of starving dogs. Her cries for them to stop were ignored as they ripped off her limbs, even going so far as to strip off some of the casing- how the heck were a bunch of kids so strong?!
Foxy wanted nothing more than to jump in, to use his hook to drive the kids away from his younger counterpart. But he couldn't, because if anyone saw him outside of the curtain, he was sure to be decommissioned and scrapped. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only watch as the mob of little monsters tore Toy Foxy to pieces.
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Toy Foxy was late for her nightly visit with Foxy, and he honestly couldn't blame her. Being ripped apart by children couldn't have been a pleasant experience.
When she did show up, Foxy could tell she was feeling off. She had been fully repaired, but there was a frown on her face and a heaviness to her movements.
“You alright, kid?” Foxy asked as she sat down beside him inside the curtain.
“Oh, I'm fine!” Toy Foxy replied, putting on an obviously fake smile, “The maintenance crew fixed me up good as new.”
“That's not what I meant and you know it,” Foxy insisted, “I'll ask again, are you alright ? Those kids did a number on you.”
Toy Foxy sighed, her tail curling around her.
“It's not a big deal. It's just because I'm new, you know. I'm sure the novelty will wear off in a day or two.”
Foxy nodded. But something told him it wouldn't be so easy.
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The novelty did not wear off in a day or two. Or even a week or two.
Every day Toy Foxy got on stage, and the kids tore her apart and smashed her back together however they pleased. Every day, the maintenance crew repaired her. And every day, it happened all over again.
The staff tried to stop it. They put signs up, fenced off the stage to keep the kids off it. Nothing worked.
When she came for her nightly visits, Foxy did his best to console her. Whether she was in denial…
“Don't worry about me, it's fine! I get fixed every night, it's not really a big deal!”
…or she was really upset…
“I-is it me? None of the other Toy animatronics have been torn apart…do they just hate me ?”
…he did his best to calm her. For a robot that technically wasn't supposed to have emotions, she was definitely very emotional.
But he really didn't care. Not too long ago, he'd spilled his story to her, and she'd stayed to listen while he ranted and raved about what the staff had done to him, locking him away because it was cheaper than repairing him. And how before that…
A man in purple, the glint of a blade, red spilling everywhere, the inside of a furry orange suit–
Now it was Foxy's turn to do the same for her.
“This isn't fine! Getting taken apart so many times isn't good for you, it is a big deal. It doesn't matter if they fix you, it shouldn't happen in the first place!”
Over and over…
“It's not you. The other Toy animatronics just perform where the kids can't reach them. This isn't your fault, no one hates you. I don't think anyone could.”
And he kept it up, every day she came to visit him.
Until one day, when she didn't come to see him at all.
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Foxy wasn't known for being a nervous animatronic. Angry and aggressive, yes. But nervous? That word didn’t really fit him. Yet as the clock on the wall ticked toward 4 AM, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Toy Foxy hadn't come to visit that night. She always came, every night. Something was up. Big surprise, she'd been taken apart by the children again that day, and Foxy hadn't seen her since the maintenance staff took her away to be fixed.
He was about ready to start searching the pizzeria when he spotted a familiar face walking by.
“Chica!”
The chicken turned to look at him, broken jaw hanging low. Like the rest of the original four, she had seen better days. Patches of her casing were gone and both her hands were missing, her arms ending in bundles of wires.
“What's up, Foxy?” the chicken asked, jaw click-clacking as she spoke.
“Have you seen Toy Foxy tonight?”
Chica’s head tilted, eyes locked onto Foxy, “You haven't heard?”
“Heard what? What happened?”
“...She's in Parts and Services. You should go talk to her. She could use a friend right now.” And with that she started to stumble away on her worn-out feet.
“Hey, wait! What happened to her?” But Chica was already gone, leaving Foxy with more questions than answers.
…To Parts and Services it was, then.
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None of the animatronics liked going to the Parts and Services room. After all, they only got sent there when they were broken. Foxy himself had spent a lot of time there after his condition started to deteriorate…before the staff left him to rot, at least.
Pulling open the door, he called out, “Toy Foxy? You in here ki-”
And then he froze.
Toy Foxy was there all right, but she looked awful , lying in a heap on the floor. Most of her casing had been stripped off, leaving only what covered her head, hands, and one foot. Her fully displayed endoskeleton was a mess, with limbs bent at odd angles and attached in all the wrong places. Apparently she had heard Foxy come in, as she slowly glanced up at him, revealing a missing eye.
“Foxy?” Her voice was little more than a whimper.
“...You didn't visit me tonight,” the fox managed to say.
“Sorry. I can't exactly walk right now,” Toy Foxy replied with a weak laugh, gesturing to her scrambled body.
“...Shouldn't maintenance have repaired you by now?”
Toy Foxy's face immediately fell, and for a moment she wouldn't meet his eyes.
“...They gave up.”
“...What? Who gave up?”
“The maintenance crew. They said…they said it was costing too much for them to repair me every night. So now they're just not going to anymore.”
They gave up on her.
Just like they gave up on me.
“They're just…leaving you like this?” Foxy was angry, it was bad enough his friend had to suffer every day, and now the lazy slackers weren't going to even bother to repair her?!
“Worse. Apparently since disassembling and reassembling me is so enjoyable, the staff is making a new attraction out of it. Giving me a new name and everything.”
They're just going to let you get ripped apart, over and over, and never even bother to fix it anymore?!
“...What’s the new name?”
“They're calling me…” Toy Foxy sighed sadly, “‘Mix-and-Match Mangle.’”
Saying that name was evidently the last straw. Toy Foxy broke down, whimpering and crying even though her body couldn't create tears. Sobs wracked her body and she shuddered violently, trying to cover her face with her damaged arms.
Something in Foxy snapped at the sight.
A girl no older than five with tears in her eyes, crying out over and over for someone named Fritz-
He kneeled down and wrapped his counterpart in a hug. He held her tight as she continued to sob, broken in more ways than one. He didn't let go until he felt her stop.
“For the record…I actually think Mangle is kind of a cool name,” he eventually said.
“Re-really? You..like it?” Toy Fox- no, Mangle asked quietly.
“Yeah. ‘Toy Foxy’ just makes you sound like a cheap knockoff of me. But Mangle? That's got some originality to it,” Foxy declared, fully meaning every word.
“Well, if you like it…maybe I can give it a try,” Mangle said.
“That's what I like to hear, kid. And if you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.” Foxy said, “You're strong, I know you can get through this.”
“...Thank you, Foxy,” Mangle told him, finally smiling again, “Thank you.”
“Anytime, kid.”
With one last wave, he left Mangle alone and headed back to the cove. With every step, his comforting mask began to fade, replaced with pure anger. And once he was completely alone behind his curtain, he finally let it drop completely.
“STUPID FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT! IT WAS BAD ENOUGH THEY LEFT US TO DECAY, NOW THEY'RE GIVING UP ON HER, TOO?!”
Foxy hadn't been so openly furious in a long time. Mangle was such a kind animatronic, and she had been abandoned by people who were too cheap and lazy to bother with helping her.
That settled things. The second Foxy got his chance, he was going to make them pay.
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Some time passed before Foxy had a chance to take his anger out on the Fazbear Entertainment staff. He couldn't leave his curtain during the day, and only the animatronics roamed the restaurant at night.
He took advantage of the time to convince Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie to help him out. They had all suffered the same torture at the hands of the adults, and they were all going to get their revenge. They just needed a chance.
And at last, they got one.
The company made the decision to hire a new night guard to watch the building after hours. Only one person, alone in the tiny security office. Easy prey.
They just needed to wait.
Only the original four animatronics were in on the plan, since Foxy figured that their Toy counterparts wouldn't care. He was tempted to tell Mangle, but would such a sweet animatronic really be interested in-
“Foxy?”
Speak of the devil…
The fox animatronic looked up to see Mangle crawling down from the ceiling. In the weeks that had passed since the unveiling of her mix-and-match attraction, she had gotten used to her new body enough to move around easily. She had also discovered an interesting affinity for crawling around on the ceiling and inside the building’s vents.
With those abilities, it would be so easy to ambush someone from above…
Ignoring that thought, he smiled up at the other fox as she wrapped him in a hug.
“You doin’ okay, kid? That extra head giving you any trouble?”
The company had, for some reason, decided that throwing in a bunch of extra parts with Mangle's original pieces would make the attraction more fun. Which was why the animatronic now had another head, albeit one that didn't possess the ability to speak or do much of anything. It was just there .
“Nah, I'm used to it by now,” Mangle replied, “Um…there's something I wanted to talk to you about tonight. Um…”
“It's…about the new night guard.”
Dead silence for a minute.
“...Who told you?”
“No one. I…overheard the other originals talking about it from the vents. They didn't know I was there,” Mangle explained.
“So you know what we're planning to do?” Foxy asked. This was exactly what he didn't want to happen - Mangle finding out about their plan on her own.
“Yeah, I know,” Mangle replied, “and I wanna help.”
... What?
“You want…to help us?”
“Yeah! You and the others are my friends. The people here made you hurt. So I want to help you take your revenge. I can get the other Toy animatronics to help. Oh, and Balloon Boy and the Puppet, too!”
Foxy knew who Balloon Boy was - that weird human-looking animatronic that always wandered around looking for batteries once the restaurant closed. But the other name…
“Who's the Puppet?”
“You haven't met her? Well, I guess you don't leave the cove very much…” Mangle said, “She lives in a big gift box in the Prize Corner. She doesn't come out much, but I've met her once or twice, and she's really fast when she wants to be."
Fast was good. Foxy liked fast, it meant catching someone by surprise was easier. But still…
“You're sure you want to help? Things could get…messy.”
“I still want to do it. Besides,” a wicked smile spread across Mangle's face, “I want them to know what it feels like to be mixed and matched for a change.”
Foxy couldn't keep himself from matching her grin. She was actually going to help them!
“Well if that's what you want, then go ahead!” Foxy declared, “Instead of four animatronics, we'll have ten! That security guard doesn't stand a chance!”
“He better watch out,” Mangle growled in agreement, “because we're going to make him pay for what this company did to us!”
The wicked laughter of two foxes shattered the silence of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
In just a few nights, revenge is ours!