"Foxy, get out of my way." Fred growled, shoving him.

"No-o can do, la-a-ass." Foxy responded, throwing him against the wall. "Jus-st leav-e her alo-one and we-e won't have an-ny pr-r-roblems."

Foxy turned to her and was about to say something, but he was tackled by Fred before anything could be said.

The two wrestled and destroyed each other's exoskeletons. Foxy had an advantage with his hook, and there was already a large scar across Fred's face.

Mangle was about to jump in and help Foxy, but something grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She looked over her shoulder to T-Bone's scared face.

"I-I need to help him!" Mangle shouted, trying to break free of his grip.

It only tightened.

"Just let them fight it out. I-I'm sure both of them will be fine!" T-Bome said, dragging her away. Balloom Boy chased after the two and stayed next to Mangle's legs.

"Foxy!" She screeched, pulling back against T-Bone's grip.

The two were no longer visible, considering T-Bone had dragged her and Balloon Boy away from the scene.

The 6AM bell rang, and Mangle was forced to follow T-Bone back to her cove.

***

It had been about five minutes, and no children nor adults showed up. Well, besides the staff. Usually as soon as the bell rang they came busting and stampeding in.

She noticed a sign in front of the door, and zoomed in. Originally, this extra thing was added to spot burglars from afar, but all the toys started using it to their advantages.

They also were able to quickly call the police if needed.

A loud clang made her move her head over to a few staff members carrying a torn up Fred.

A whole half of his face was unrecognizable.

The vixen blinked before moving back to the sign.

Sorry! We're closed right now!

Just because Fred was torn up meant the whole place was closed down for the day.

She sighed and closed the curtains, suddenly remembering something.

She still had the parrot!

Pulling the pieces out, the fox studied each one carefully. Most of it was soft fabric. But there were a few mechanical parts as well, including a mini voice box.

Flipping it around in her hands, the vixen examined it closely. It looked like it worked but no sound came out.

"KAW!"

Mangle jumped and the box flew out of her hands and rattled on the floor.

Sighing, she picked up the box and reattached it to the main circuits of the endoskeleton. Slowly, piece by piece, she managed to put the bird's tiny endoskeleton back together.

All she needed now was some colored fabric and scrap metal!
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