◢ Random Scenarios from the darkest pits of hEck 〈 2023 〉 ◣

ᘛ Drawn faces ᘚ

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Withered Bonnie and Mangle
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Oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boY-

Second story alreadY-

I wrote this all toDAy-
Like, yEah-

I'm insane-

Putting that aside .. hEh ... I introduce you -- again -- to the secoNd ship I'm kiNda gradually growing obsessed with bcuz it's just-

IdK- There's just smThN about them-

People go obsessed over keeping Foxy and Mangle together, I somehow see these two being more on the compatible enD-

You know, two broKen thiNgs make one another whoLe- :"P

Where and hoW do I get such iDeAs from-- I honestly don't know myselF-

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... "Are .. you sure this is going to fiT him-?"

"Please- I've been measuring his head since two nights now. Of course I know this would fit-!"

"For the record, the many times you have---you only measured his head in the least inaccurate way possible Mangs,"

A grunt resonated from the corner of the Kid's Cove arena as the source of that continued to eagerly move its hand in a manner of scribbling on paper, which indeed was exactly what was being done. A single amber hue within the optic-socket on a white head with a part-elongated light-pink muzzle, narrowed and attentive as to not mess even the smallest line up. The pens they were using for this, they'd borrowed from the Arts & Crafts' section. The old, remaining half of a paper bag, well ... The kitchen? Maybe?

Wherever they'd gotten it from, Mangle was all and ever invested in turning that piece of brown paper into a craft of their own, and it wasn't some childish origami or something- No. If, you happen to pass by and catch an eye of what they were onto, you'd find them, drawing a face. More precisely what to them appeared to be resembling a rabbit face.

Why were they doing so? Well, as a friendly gesture towards the only mascot around there that needs a face --- sadly, said animatronic also needs an arm, but they weren't any mechanic to build that for him. The least they could do was .. what they were doing right then.

Of course, there were a couple concerning bits within this. The animatronic we just mentioned is most certainly one to always be in an off and salty mood, all thanks to lacking his poor face. Even earlier the jumble of parts had found him sulking in a Party room, all by himself. While everybody else here always kind of avoided him just because of that mood of his, Mangle here would often feel a bit, sympathetic.

They hadn't at all worried about the fact what they were doing might as well end up offending the faceless male in mistakes of making him feel as though they were trying to make fun of him. They were not doing that at all .. It was just, a plain act of care, and ... just, some things, they couldn't explain to anyone too much.

So, it wouldn't be surprising if someone walks in on them talking to apparently no one at all, facing away from where the entryway to the place was and only busy in their work. To them, they weren't talking to no one, but rather this second voice that resided in their head, and more was the background adviser than anything else. Said voice was what was constantly nitpicking on anything that seemed out of proportion in their scribbled drawing, and would hint them on how and where to fix it; aaalso one that was reminding them on how they had measured the faceless mascot's head from over a distance the Parts & Service door is from the Main Area. They weren't wrong in their own way, but Mangle wasn't intent on believing that right then.