Toy Foxy pov

I slowly woke up. When I looked around me I saw the managers of the place talking.

"So what are gonna do, Vincent?"

"I don't know."

Liar. Vincent was always one to fix things. Any animatronic could see he knew what to do. "We already tried the mechanic. How else are we going to fix 'er?" someone else asked.

"Let's sleep on it. Shall we?" Vincent asked. "Agreed." all the others said. I wanted to scream at them to fix me now, but I couldn't. The other workers left, but Vincent stayed behind to taunt me.

"Toy Foxy. We can't really call you that anymore, now can we? You don't resemble Foxy at all. Let's say you're new name is…" I stared at him in fear, Vincent was terrible in general. Who knows what nickname he'll give me.

"Mangle."

Mangle. That wasn't such a bad name. It even had a nice ring to it. Why would he give me a good name? I gave him a confused look.

  "What?" he asked. I shook the name off.

The girls weren't as brave as the guys, but we put up a fight. I tried to locate my hand to punch him in the face, but just as my fist came rushing to his face, Vincent's hand came up and blocked mine. He slammed my hand on the floor as I winced in pain.

"Give up Mangle. It's over. I've won this battle." he said. I didn't want to admit it, but he had won this battle. If I could bite his head off, boy, you better believe I would've.

Instead, he threw me across the room and I hit a wall. I fell to the floor as he walked towards the door and said, "Goodnight, Mangle."

Vincent turned to me at the doorway and gave me a quick growl before chuckling as he walked away. Then everything went black.

Toy Chica pov

I woke up slowly. Tonight was Ladies Night! Whooo! I went to find Toy Foxy and Chica.

When I found Toy Foxy, I wanted to scream. Her eye was torn out, her body except her hands, tail, and one foot was completely gone. Her endoskeleton was shooting every which way and tangled like nothing I've ever seen. On top of all that, she was absolutely miserable.

"What happened to you!?!" I asked, rushing to her side. No answer. "Toy Fo-"

"It's Mangle."

"What?"

"My name is Mangle."

I was surprised. Did she just say she had a new name? "Uh… okay, Mangle, what happened to you!?!" I asked. "The kids. They tore me apart. Chewed me up and spit me out." she replied. I hugged her real tight.

"We're gonna get through this together." I said. "Well, technically it was Vincent's fault." Toy F- er, Mangle said. "Okay, then the little evildoer will have to deal with me." I said.

"Okay." she said, sniffing a bit. Chica walked into the room. "What happened!?!" she asked. "She got torn apart." I said. "Oh jeez, that's awful! Are you okay!?" Chica said.

She was a really nice friend ever since all of this happened. We all merged into a group hug. I pulled away, wondering what we were going to do about Ladies Night.

"Uh, I think I can help with that." a voice called out. It was slightly rough, and had a bit of a mechanical touch, but other than that it was kind of sweet. We all turned to see who it was. All I could see were two eyes peering put of the dark. They were kind of blunt and dark. They were white pupils and iris, but other than that just black.

"Step into the light." Toy- ugh! Darnit! Mangle said. He set one puke-ish green colored foot out and came into the light.

Mangle pov

As he stepped where I could see him, I got a good look at 'im. He was a bunny, but half of his right ear was torn off. His eyes were slightly droopy, and his nose was a darker green than the rest of him. His shell (animatronic reference for skin) was a puke-ish green and had lots of scratches on it. There were a few scars that showed his endoskeleton here and there. That just about describes him. He was just stunning.

"How can you help?" Toy Chica questioned. She was a little overprotective of her friends. "I had this idea," he started.

"First, what's your name?" Chica asked, interrupting him. "My name used to be Spring Bonnie, then Golden Bonnie, and now it's Springtrap."

"Why is your name Springtrap?" I asked curiously. "Well, after my spring locks started failing, the workers came to a conclusion that whomever tries to use me nowadays is bound to get caught in me forever. So they nicknamed me Springtrap. Spring after the fact that I was a spring lock animatronic and trap because everyone thought I was practically a bear trap. That's what the employees called me and soon it caught on to everyone else." he explained.

"Has anyone been trapped in you yet?" I asked. "No. Anyone would be pretty stupid to think it's safe in me." Springtrap replied. "Oh."

"Okay, now what were you thinking?" Toy Chica said, trying to keep everyone moving along. "Well, I was thinking since there are lot's of wires on the ceiling, she could hang from up there." Springtrap said.

That was a great idea. Only a few problems. I was a terrible climber and I had no idea how I was even gonna get up there. Suddenly something picked me up. I looked down and saw Springtrap picking me up.

I reached up and grabbed a few wires. I hooked other bits and pieces of me to other wires and soon I was dangling from the ceiling. "Try moving around a bit." Springtrap said. I did, and fell down.

Springtrap caught me. "Try again." he said. I just looked him in the eye and nodded. Eventually I was walking all over the ceiling and ready for Ladies Night.

"Thanks Springtrap." I said. "You're welcome." he said. Springtrap walked away and dissappeared into the shadows. I sighed, sad to see him go.

"I've never seen him around before." Chica said. "Yeah, you're right." Toy Chica said. We all stared at the spot he had dissappeared into. "Well, on with Ladies Night!" Chica said. "YUP!!"

I just kept staring to where he had dissappeared, hoping he would come back.

Actually there's this YouTube video that explains where Springtap got his name and it tied into the story. Anyway, WHOOOOO!!! Springtrap's in the story now! yay. I have no ideas for the next chapter, so the next update might be sloooooww. Plz comment and tell me what you think because I'm DESPERATE TO KNOW. So please do. Tarantellar out