Mangle's POV

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"Mangle, what can you remember about..About the incident?"

I heard the lady ask me, her voice sounding like an echo while my eyes wandered around the office-like room. Each wall was painted a smooth ivory, with the exception to some patches being covered by a painting or two. One in particular was pride of place in a shining gold frame which caught my eye, hung over a black-painted mantelpiece containing a diploma; 'PHD in psychology'.
I squinted my eyes to read the small writing on the document until the sound of her voice brought my focus back to reality.
"Mangle?" She questioned with uncertainty after clearing her throat, I turned my head to face her.
"S-Sorry, Miss Gerard." My voice quivered unintentionally as I apologised and I took a moment to think as she regained her smile,
"My mind has been..Somewhere else lately." I sighed.
Miss Gerard folded her arms and rested them on her overly-organised desk in front of her while my gaze slowly retreated to my lap.
"Well, that's understandable Mangle. Considering what happened merely a week ago..That's why I'm here. These therapy sessions will help you in time."
The dark red marks that decorated my arms, which my sleeves only covered a medium proportion of since they belonged to a white three-quarter length shirt, were a constant reminder of what had happened. As were the other scars and injuries that still remained on my body from the..'Incident', as everyone keeps referring it to as.

It's not like I still needed the damaged parts of my body to remind me of what happened, the horrible memories have, and would be, imprinted in my mind for a long time. Whether they decide to leave my mind or not I won't know until I no longer require therapy and extra security at the house.
The therapy wasn't even my idea, it was everyone else's. Mari, Foxy, all my friends and even my father decided on it. Of course my father had to find the most expensive and professional one in New York..Somehow I don't even think it's going to work. I can talk to whoever I want for however long they want me to, and it somehow feels pointless. Nothing will change what's happened..
My Dad says that he'll be home tomorrow to speak with me and Mari about something important and to do with..Yet again, 'The incident'.
I'm glad that he's decided to talk to me and Mari, but the timing just annoys me I guess..
The time he decides to come back is only because of what happened. I can't help but expect him to be here for what, five minutes? Then he'll probably be off on another business trip.

Miss Gerard must've seen my staring at my arms and I felt her eyes on me, waiting for me to look back up at her as she spoke with a placid voice, "How are your scars healing?"
My eyes lifted up to hers and I paused to remember what they'd said at the hospital, "The doctors say that most of them will heal soon but some of them..Some of them won't."
My thoughts consume me once again, images of Golden Freddy flash in and out of my mind, which was becoming more frequent lately, especially nightmares..
I shuffled in my chair and I breathed in sharply to try and rid the thought of him..
That bastard.
That fucking monster.
He's not even alive anymore and he's still ruining my life..

She sighs. I see her eyes suddenly fill with unsureness as her mouth gapes open a small bit to say something, cautiously, she finally manages to get out, "Mangle, I understand what you're going through must be hard, and what happened-No one should ever have to endure such horrors. But I can only help you through this if you tell me-"

"No." I interrupted her quickly, my sudden tone of voice catching her off guard slightly.
I let out a breath before replying, "I-I know what you're going to ask, I just..I don't think I'm ready to say..to say it out loud yet."
This time my eyes did not leave hers, she needed to see that I wasn't ready, not just in my voice but in my face, my eyes, my expression, she needed to know that..
I want to tell her..I want to talk about it, but I'm not ready. It's too much at the moment..

The therapist lets out a small exhale with closed eyes, and when she opens them a small smile appears on her lips, "Whenever you're ready, Mangle. I'll be here."
I returned the smile and before I could respond I hear a muffled BLEEP coming from my handbag hanging on the corner of the chair I was sitting on. Almost instinctively, I jump and whip my head around to where the noise was coming from, my therapist's smile faded which was replaced with a worried look at my jumpy behaviour.
I let out a sigh of relief after realising it was my phone. Lately almost the smallest sound can make me jump and it's starting to get annoying. The fact that I've become more fearful of almost everything is just pathetic. I never used to behave like this..

My hand rummaged around in the black faux leather handbag until finally retrieving my phone from the very bottom of it, hidden amongst my small purse inside along with a small bottle containing some pills which I had to take every few hours after eating. Unfortunately it was becoming harder and harder to take these damn pills because of my appetite. It's just so hard to eat when you feel sick to your aching stomach half the time.

Jeez, someone up there must really hate me..

There was a text message on the unlock screen when I switch on the phone from my Brother Marionette;

'Outside waiting for you
&Foxy. x'

I turn to my therapist, looking up from my phone, "I-I'm sorry, I have to leave early. My Brother is waiting for me and F-Fox- My boyfriend outside." I stutter slightly as I pack up my bag and sling it over my shoulder.
Miss Gerard nods, looking up at me from behind her desk, "No problem Miss Evans, I'll see you for our next session on Monday."

Smiling at her and opening the office door and quickly leaving the room, I make my way down the hallway leading into the waiting room where I can clearly see crimson- red hair and a pair of dark golden eyes staring at the ground in front of them, showing no sign of blinking, while the guy they belong to taps his fingers against the armrests of the chair he's sitting on continuously while he waited for me to finish my session.
Foxy.
I approach him closer which causes him to finally break his deep thoughts and look up at me, practically jumping up from his chair as he lays eyes on me,
"Everything go okay?" He asks with his usual worried tone whenever I'm without him for more than at least half an hour. I nodded without a word and quickly embracing him in a hug, tilting my head slightly as it rested on his shoulder. He wraps his strong arms around my waist ever so gently, making sure not to hurt me, "You sure?" Foxy asks once again with slight unsureness in his voice this time.
"Yeah, it was fine. It's just..Hard." I replied quietly. He sighed, "I know Mang, it must be. But it'll get easier soon, I promise."
I felt Foxy smile weakly as he rested his head next to me on my shoulder as I rested mine on his, I felt myself smile a small smile back, like he usually made me.
Foxy somehow allowed my mind to relax almost, and forget all the things that had happened lately. When I was with Golden Freddy and Springtrap in that..Hell hole, he found me. When I was in hospital, he stuck to my side like glue and never left me. Even when I'm going to my therapy sessions, he waits for me outside every time so I'm not by myself.

"Mari said he's waiting outside for us," I whispered nervously looking at the ground, unwrapping my arms slowly from around Foxy's neck. He looked down at me with the same reassuring smile until noticing my fearful expression. I looked back up at him and said with a shaky voice, "Foxy..What if I break down again..W-What if I can't tell them what happened..W-What if they get a-angry at me..What if-" My eyes were becoming itchy as tears threatened to stream out of them, they did every time before we went to the police station to give my statement. I was a nervous wreck.
Luckily, before I could have a complete melt down in the waiting room, Foxy had engulfed me in a warm hug, "S-Sh, it's okay Mang. They're not going to pressure you into anything you don't want to do..Hey, Mangle, look at me," He said in a gentle voice as I lifted my head up slowly to face his, he'd lowered his back slightly so he was eye-level with me, "You'll be fine. Me and Mari will be there with you, if it gets too much again, just let us know and we can wait another couple days until you're ready. Okay?" He told me in a serious but still caring tone, his comforting eyes not leaving mine until I looked at the ground slightly to hide my almost-watery eyes from him. I felt him leave a soft kiss on my forehead causing me to let out a sigh, the corners of my mouth pulling upwards into a small smile, feeling my cheeks turning a darker shade of pink, "You still know how to make me smile, Foxy."
Foxy bared a grin at me, intertwining his fingers with mine and leading us both towards the exit doors of the therapy office. We both exited the building and made our way into the car park where Mari's sleek black sports car was waiting for us both.

Marionette leaned on the side of his car, holding his phone to his ear and talking to someone with a serious expression. His lowered tone became easier to hear as we neared the car together. He hung up the phone as we approached him and looked up at us from his phone screen,
"You okay? Was everything alright?" Marionette questioned with the same tone of voice when Foxy asked me the same thing.

Seems like everyone's worried about me lately. I mean, I can see why..
It's not like I've been myself lately, I've been jumpy, paranoid to the point where I have to take medication, and..Well I did just walk out of a therapist's office so that's enough evidence in itself.

"Yeah, it was alright." I nodded in response and gave him a quick hug before stepping into the back of the car while Foxy took the passenger seat next to Mari. His hands were firmly placed on the wheel and he looked back to me, "You ready to go?" He asked with concern. He knew I hated visiting the police department, even if him, Foxy and my lawyer were going to be there with me, it was still nerve-racking as ever.
I reluctantly nodded to him and he changed the gear of the car before pressing the acceleration to pull out of the car park.

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"Miss Evans, will you please tell us where and when you were abducted by Mr Felix Fazzbear..Golden Freddy?" The interviewer asked as we sat in the small interrogation room where I sat with my lawyer beside me. It definitely deserves that name, it felt more like an interrogation than simply giving a statement. But I knew beyond the one-way glass and walls of the room, Mari and Foxy were waiting for me and right now that's the only thing giving me any sort of confidence.

I exchanged a look with my lawyer and she nodded to me to go on. With a small smile and taking a deep breath before replying, I began giving my statement.
"It was outside of Statton, my highschool, next to the gym where the Halloween party was going on. I-I think it was about..eight thirty at night?"
The recording device next to the interviewer made a faint electrical buzzing sound which only added to the pressure as he continued to ask me questions.
"And..What had you been drinking that night? Alcohol?"
"I-I..No! I had one cocktail and the drinks provided by the school were all non-alcoholic." I couldn't help but get slightly frustrated with the question, what, they think I just passed out outside because I was drunk? At a school party? The only alcohol there was smuggled in by my brother, and the boys only had one or two cans. But..Well, the police don't need to know about that anyway. It's not a terribly bad thing anyway, everyone in our year and above drinks even though we're underage.
"Right. Who was serving these drinks?" He questioned, his face and tone softening from his earlier one. Jeez, thanks for the sudden sympathy.
"A boy named Vincent. Vincent Delgerado. "
"This is the boy that spiked your drink, yes?"
I nodded to him, "Yes. He was working for Golden Freddy, along with Ethan and Redd Gallet."
He leant back in his chair and put his hands together in front of him on the desk, "What type of person was Vincent?"
"H-He was..Just like Golden; sly, weirdo, sick-minded and-" I paused for a moment and turned to my lawyer, "Am I allowed to call him a dickhead?" I asked in a hushed tone. She shook her head with a small frown. I nodded and turned back to the interviewer, "And an asshole."
The man chuckled slightly at my comment, "Would you say Golden Freddy was popular in your school?"
"I-I mean..He is-was a jock, he played football N'all, so that equals popularity. But outside of school he was either around the wrong crowd, or he was the wrong crowd."
"Define, 'wrong crowd'."
"Gangs I guess. There was lots of rumours at school, apparently he brought a gun into school once or twice, and apparently he knew how to hook people up with weed and such."
"Do you know if these rumours were true?"
There was silence in the room.
Of course I knew they were true, I'd seen him with drugs in school, everyone has. The gun one was kinda far fetched, though I wouldn't be surprised.
"L-Like I said..Rumours. No one really knows." I said, finally settling on a suitable answer to give without getting in trouble or involving other people.
The interviewer nodded, reading and shuffling through all the documents about the case in front of him before he finally settled on a single page, scanning his eyes over every word.
"Miss Evans..Do you remember anything after being taken from the party?"
I'd thought about the events of that night in my head over and over again, but I could never remember anything past being outside the gym feeling sick, and blacking out before seeing a shadowed figure standing above me, who I now knew to be Golden Freddy. Or, one of Golden's little followers.
"No..Nothing. I'd blacked out outside the gym where the party was and..that was it."
"Do you know how long you were unconscious?"
"I don't know..A-A couple hours maybe? When I woke up I was a small room without windows so I couldn't tell the time of day..But when Golden Freddy walked into the room he was still wearing his Halloween costume so I'm guessing it was the same night."

That room. Oh god.
Memories of being in that horrible place came into my mind, being trapped there without food or water for days on end..Even when I saw the doctors they said I'd lost a concerning amount of weight, and it doesn't help I'm still not eating that well after the ordeal.
I pushed the thoughts of that room to the back of my head and tried to ignore the feeling of fear re-entering my brain.

"Springtrap Payne..He was in the room with you too, yes?"
"Y-Yes, he was. Golden Freddy had abducted him a while before me, and he'd been 'missing' since."
"Now, it says here that you two used to..Date. It also says here that you and Mr Payne had a..Fight in school before you broke up. How did this affect you both when you were trapped on Vincent Delgerado's property?"
My lawyer was glaring at the man in front of us skeptically, wondering if he was beginning to step out of line or not.
"W-Well, when I first started getting messages from Golden Freddy, I thought it was Springtrap. So I was surprised when I found he was there too. B-But we did make up while we were in there, we thought it would only make things harder if we were still arguing all the time, so he apologised."
"Are you two now dating agai-"
"No." I answered, cutting him off, "No, we aren't seeing one another. I'm with someone else, Foxy Adams."
"My apologies. Anyway, this is um..This is hard to ask you Miss Evans," He paused, looking me in the eyes with a serious tone, "I don't expect you to find this easy but, you need to tell us what happened the day Golden Freddy attacked you and Mr Payne."

I knew this was coming, but as soon as he said those words, images of Golden Freddy with that knife..Just came flooding straight back into my mind, memories of me lying helplessly on the ground while he stabbed and beat me..Almost until the point where I could've bled to death.

I realised..The longer I put this off, the harder it will get to say it out loud.
I took one last deep breath before telling the interviewer everything that happened that day, how Golden had come into the room with that sick look in his eyes, with that butchers knife in hand, he came towards both me and Springtrap and was about to attack us until Spring practically wrestled the knife out of his hand.
I told him that I'd managed to grab the knife, but Springtrap had been knocked unconscious by Golden Freddy. I then told him that's when he began to attack me, first he strangled me until I had to stab him in the arm as self defence of being choked to the point I couldn't breath, he'd dropped me to the ground but while I caught my breath he had got a hold of the knife.

"That's when.." I paused, the interviewer was stunned by my story so far, but he knew the worst was coming. My Lawyer, Rachel, put her on my shoulder comfortingly and I turned to face her, the terror in my eyes was becoming clearer to her as the memories consumed my mind.
"You're doing great Mangle, your almost done. Just breathe..Okay?" She said in a kind voice which managed to give me just enough courage to finish telling the interviewer what happened that day,
"T-That's when he began to..Stab me. H-He..He swiped the knife against my skin repeatedly, cutting deeper each time. I screamed and cried for him to stop but that only seemed to..E-Encourage him. He had a sickening look in his eyes, h-his grin grew wider each time I let out a pained scream. He..He beat me, giving me bruises all over my body along with the bloody scars that covered me from head to toe. The torment got up to the point..Where I would r-rather die, than be in this room with that monster.."

I couldn't hold them back anymore. Tears trickled down my cheeks like I'd just relived the torture of that day all over again. Rachel hugged my shoulders, since she was a close friend of the family I didn't really mind, in fact it helped a little, but I continued to bawl into my hands which were now covering my face. She turned her head to face the interviewer and he nodded to her,
"Thank you very much Miss Evans, you're free to leave now. We have everything we need from you."
Rachel helped me to stand up, with her arm on my back and her briefcase in the other hand while I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to contain my overflowing tears, she lead me out the door to where Mari and Foxy were waiting in the hallway for me in two chairs opposite the interrogation room.
They both looked up at me and Rachel with now concern written all over their faces at my emotional state, Foxy was the first to leap up out of his chair and pull me straight into his arms while I cried into his chest, which seemed to be becoming a habit of mine lately..
He stroked the back of my hair gently in order to comfort me while Mari spoke to Rachel next to us.
"D-Did everything go okay?" He stuttered glancing down at me in Foxy's arms, as he listened to their conversation while comforting me.
"She did perfectly. He said that they've gotten everything they need for now, so she won't have to worry about coming back to give another statement. The lawyers and police will handle everything now, I doubt Springtrap will be needing a court trial, we've already convinced the police to not press charges because he was defending himself and Mangle, who are minors, meaning it can't be treated as a serious case anyway."
I heard Marionette and Foxy let out a sigh of relief each, Foxy turned back to me and said,
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay..You're all done now babe, it's okay." He said in his usual calming voice which always worked on me, but I couldn't reply with words, only slightly happier sobs in between the hysterical ones.
Foxy pulled me closer to his chest and I just managed to whisper in his ear,
"I..I love you Foxy."
I felt him smile slightly and saw that his eyes were on the verge of watering before he whispered back to me,
"I love you too Mang."

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Awwwwwwwe..MY BABIES, MY POOR BBY MANGLE, THE SH*T SHE'S BEEN THROUGH 😭😭😭😭😭

But it's over, frickin finally! It'll take her a while to get used to things again and come to terms with what's happened, but she'll get there I'm sure 😌

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