I wake up as my servos switch to night mode. I yawn slightly, stretching and try to shake my head clear of the grogginess. I immediately remember yesterday and how the alleyway door led straight into the back of Pirate's Cove. I turn around and walk to the rear of the Cove and put my hand out. My hand collides with the back wall and goes through, pushing the door open. I run through and into the coffee shop.

"Morning, Foxy!" The owner says as I enter the building. "You're a bit early today, aren't you?" He says. Early? I look up at the shop's clock and see it says 7:56?

"Oh. Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to be early a day, does it?" I say. The owner chuckles lightly.

"Yeah, guess you're right, Foxy. Hey! You like your door's new positioning?" The owner says. I nod slightly. It's convenient.

"Aye. 'Tis convenient. At least now I don' have to worry about bein' questioned by Bonnie or someone," I say half-heartedly. The owner and I chuckle lightly.

"Hey. Do you mind helping me tidy up a bit before opening?" The owner says. I nod lightly.

"I don't have anythin' better t'do, so why not," I say, shrugging. The owner nods and tosses me a broom.

"Thanks, Foxy," He says. I get to work sweeping, but soon enough, find my mind drifting to that beautiful white fox that comes in around 8:30.

'Come on, Foxy. Admit it, you like her.' I say to myself subconsciously.

'No. She's a loyal customer and a good friend.' I argue back.

'Yeah, a good friend. Her vibrant white color, her soft, pink snout, ears, and chest, her contrasting crimson pink lipstick and blush, her smooth, slender body. She's even got more features than you. Police radio, and I believe she mentioned facial recognition.' The other side of this internal conflict says. I can imagine two mini-me's hovering above my shoulders, arguing back and forth. I feel my cheeks heat up at the list of everything about Mangle.

'That's quite enough.' The denial side of the argument says.

'Admit it, Foxy. You love her.' The accepting side says. My cheeks heat up even more. Do I love her?

"Foxy! Almost eight!" The owner says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I walk quickly to behind the counters and put the broom up before unlocking the doors. "Thank you, Foxy!" The owner says. Not longs after, Hiccup walks in, alone. Rather early for him, as well.

"Aye! Mornin', lad! It'll be out soon," I say, almost instinctively. Hiccup waves at me.

"Thanks, Foxy," Hiccup says, walking to a seat. After a while, the lass I want to see walks through the doors. She smiles as soon as she sees me. She waves, walking up to the counter.

"Morning, Foxy," Mangle says. I lightly wave back.

"Aye. Mornin' lass. Yer usual?" I say. Mangle nods, smiling.

"Yes please," Mangle says. I nod in confirmation.

"Aye. I'll get it to ye soon," I say. Mangle smiles before nodding.

"Thank you, Foxy," Mangle says before walking to a seat. I walk back and get Mangle's drink ready, as well as one for me.

"Hey! I be takin' my break a bit early!" I call to the back of the shop.

"Alright!" The owner calls back. I take the two drinks and head over to Mangle.

'Come on, Foxy. You can do this.' I say to myself. As I approach Mangle, she looks up at me and smiles.

"Here ya go, lass," I say, handing her the hot drink. Mangle nods gratefully and takes it. I can't help but notice a slight look of dread across her face. I sit down across from Mangle as she takes a drink.

"Lass? Is everything okay?" I say. Mangle slowly shakes her head.

"No," Mangle says, sounding depressed. I kind of hope I can help her.

"What be the matter?" I say. Mangle goes to take a drink, but stops and hesitates to move before she sets her cup down.

"I- I can't be here. I can't keep on coming and seeing you, Foxy. Fred and the others are starting to act a little suspicious about my lack of activity during the night," Mangle says, sadly. She sounds like she's about to cry. What! She can't continue coming here to- wait. To see me? Mangle comes here just so she can see me?

"What!" I cry quietly. Mangle slowly nods, shaking slightly.

"Goodbye, Foxy," Mangle says before getting up and rushing out the door. It feels as if my servos have stopped running. My entire body just goes cold and numb while disbelief courses through my wires. If I had a real heart, I'm pretty sure it would be pulverized into dust. She came here, just to see me. And now, because this, Fred figure is getting a little suspicious about her absence, Mangle can't visit this little coffee shop anymore. I feel a slight, stinging warmth behind my eyes as my vision gets blurry. I soon feel a warm liquid running down my cheek. Bringing my hand up to it, I wipe it off my cheek and look at my finger, only to see a foggy, black and clear liquid spread across my finger. My tears. I know because I've cried before, once I found out about the five murdered children. I sniffle lightly as another tear falls, but I make no move to stop it. Hiccup walks up to me slowly.

"Hey, Foxy are you alright?" Hiccup says, still walking up to me. Hiccup stops once he's standing right outside the seat Mangle was sitting in. "Are you crying, Foxy?" Hiccup says. "Aye. T'is nothin' for ye to be worryin' about, lad," I say, blinking a few tears away. Hiccup says nothing as he slowly walks away. Soon, the owner walks up to me.

"Hey Foxy, your break's almost- are you crying?" He says. I face away from the owner, trying to hide my face from him. The owner sits down in the seat across from me. "What's wrong, Foxy?" The owner says, propping his elbows on the table and cupping his chin in his hands. I sniffle lightly and wipe a quick tear away before slowly looking at Mangle's drink.

"She- She's not goin' t'be visiting anymore," I mutter. I slowly inhale and then exhale deeply, trying desperately to calm myself. But I can't. "She came here. Just to see me," I say silently, slightly depressed. I close my eyes to prevent myself from crying even further. The owner looks at the cup and probably realizes I'm talking about Mangle.

"Mangle?" The owner questions. I nod slowly.

"Aye. But, now she can't," I say. The owner sighs lightly before reaching across the table and gently setting a hand on my shoulder.

"Listen. If you want to, you may continue your break until you feel comfortable working again okay? Take as much time as you need. You're my top worker, and I care about you, Foxy. So, take as much time off as you need," The owner says. I look up at him through my blurred vision and smile warmly.

"Thank ye, lad," I say. The owner smiles lightly and nods.

"Sure thing, Foxy," He says. I get up and start walking towards the counter. I can't stop thinking about Mangle on my walk to the back door. I walk through the back door and into the alleyway before leaning against the wall and slide down to the ground and cup my face in my hands before crying uncontrollably.

[Mangle's POV: earlier]

My eyes flutter open and I raise my head. I realize I'm facing the wall as I come face to face with a large image of my face alongside the words 'the new face of play time!' Oh, how I hate those words so much, for some reason. I take a quick look at my mangled self and sigh in disappointment. Standing up, I'm about to head through the hidden passage in my Cove, until Fred walks into the room.

"Hey, Mangle. May I speak to you?" Fred says. I let out a silent groan of disapproval. I just want to head to that mysterious little coffee shop that Foxy works at.

"Make it quick. I don't have all night, Toy Freddy," I mutter, barely loud enough for Fred to hear. I hear Fred growl in anger.

"Okay. First, haven't I made it clear not to call me by that name, ever?" Fred says. I scoff in slight disgust. "And second, we have been noticing a lot of inactivity from you, Mangle. I want to know what's going on," Fred says. I gasp lightly in shock. Fred can't know about the coffee shop. He'll know about Foxy and rage, probably killing him like he did Withered Foxy. I scoff the shock away.

"Nothing that you need to worry about, Freddy. Now just leave me be," I say, sounding cold, while on the inside, I'm crying.

"I expect you to be more active on the guard's later nights, do you hear me?" Fred growls. Despite the tears that are falling inside, I manage to keep a cold face and cold words, my anger towards Fred helping with that.

"Yes," I growl. Fred scoffs and leaves the room. Once he leaves the room, I immediately head for the shop, dreading to tell Foxy the news.