Mangle's P.O.V.

"Ahahahaha! Stop joking Springtrap! Are you trying to be funny? That's a low-level joke!" I burst in my seat. I couldn't believe what Springtrap was asking me to do...rather...telling me to do!

"I'm not joking," he told me in a serious tone.

I froze yet again. Was he kind of some sick insane freak or what?

"Then...you mean you're really asking me to be...?"

"Yes," Springtrap bluntly replied.  "Just for today."

I blinked. "Today? What do you mean?"

Springtrap took in a large amount of air. "Listen carefully. What I'm about to say must be kept only to the both of us. Okay?"

I gulped. I was certainly not prepared for this. What was he about to tell me that must be kept only to the both of us? Is it really that important?

I leaned closer and readied myself for what I was about to hear. "Okay."

. . .

Springtrap's P.O.V.

Yesterday...this happened...

I was sitting rather calmly in front of our dining table when suddenly, my parents decided for us to talk. It has been a long time since we had. Last time was probably when I was 5 years old. Can you believe that?

I couldn't blame them. They were too busy on their own businesses. Not that I care. All they want is more money even though our wealth right now can last us a lifetime. I don't know why they were so obsessed that they even abandoned their own children. 

Well, I do have a brother. The last time I saw him was also when I was 5. He was already 11 years old. He left the house. My parents didn't even care. I don't know if he's still alive right now. I also probably stopped caring.

"So, Springtrap, how's your new school?" my mother asked me.

I didn't face her. "All is fine. I was perfect as usual."

That's right. As usual, being my facade perfect self.

"That's good. We don't want the Calloway heir disgracing our name," my father added. 

"So what were you two about to tell me that you even requested a private talk? Is it that urgent?" I asked them. I want this talk to end very soon.

"Yes, well, it's rather urgent," he said. I faced them. They both had serious expressions.

"We arranged a marriage for you."

"WHAT?!" I almost stood up in my seat, but I didn't.

"Stop shouting," mom told me. I stopped the urge to frown. 

"This is normal. As the heir, you have to marry someone to have the next heir," dad said. "You'll meet her tomorrow."

"Mom, Dad, I can't..." I told them.

"And why is that?"

"I...have a girlfriend..."

. . .

Mangle's P.O.V.

I stared at Springtrap before gathering up the courage to speak.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE!" I shouted. Good thing there were only a few people inside the coffee shop.

"Please Mangle. Just for today," he pleaded.

"No! And why me of all people?! You have a lot of girls!" I told him.

He scratched the back of his head. "Well, if it's you then I can guarantee that there would be no strange attachments since all of the girls are head over hills for me."

"Stop getting cocky. And if I do pretend to be your girlfriend for today, what's in it for me?" I asked.

He was thinking for a moment. "I'll do anything!" he replied.

"What if I ask you to die?" I asked him.

"Gladly," he replied.

"WHAT?! You're even giving out your life for this?!"

"Yes. I'd rather die anyway." I can see the commitment in his eyes.

I sighed. "Oh alright. I do owe you anyway, for returning me back. So I'm just going to return the favor. This is all over tomorrow, got it?"

He nodded. 

I took a deep breath. This is going to be a long day.

"Let's go."

. . .

I want to die. I want to die so badly right now. My hands and feet were sweating and I stopped the urge to faint, because that would be embarrassing.

"Calm down. My parents are not monsters," Springtrap told me. I glared at him.

"Not monsters, you say? You were even willing to die for them!"

"Well, okay. Maybe they are. But that's not the point! You'll be fine. Trust me," he assured. I took a big gulp. There was certainly something fluttering inside my stomach.

We entered a huge and high-class restaurant. I looked down.

"Good thing you've arrived at the right time, Springtrap. Your fiancé was dying of wait that she headed to the comfort room," I heard an elder woman's voice.

"My apologies, but I won't have a fiancé anymore," Springtrap replied.

"Oh, did you bring her?"

 "Mom, Dad, this...is my girlfriend," Springtrap said. I slowly looked up. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Calloway. I am Mangle Ventura," I introduced myself.

"Ventura?" she repeated. "Where have I heard that name before?"

"Maybe you've mistaken me for someone. My last name is quite common," I informed her.

"You may be right. And...Springtrap...." 

An older man stepped in. "Your marriage is cancelled."

Springtrap and I blinked. 

"Why?" he asked. "I thought that bringing my girlfriend would only be a possibility to persuade you to cancel my marriage?"

"Well...it can't be helped since your supposed bride also has a boyfriend," Springtrap's dad said.

I sighed. I'm glad this is over.

"Sorry I took my time in the comfort room, Mr. and Mrs. Calloway," a certain familiar voice was what I heard. No, it can't be. It was too familiar.

"No need to worry dear. Your marriage is off," Sprintrap's mom replied.

"Isn't that great sweet honey?" another playful and familiar voice resounded my ears.

"Stop calling me that!"

I turned my head to the direction of those two very familiar voices. My eyes widened.

What a mishap this turned out to be...

"What are you two doing here...."

I noticed the same familiar dress I saw a while ago.

"Bonnie...Bonbon....?"

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