I was so mad! Why did they have to be so stupid?
Now it was the day, and I was alone in my little box. I decided that I would chat with the others.
“Hey Toy Chica, how’s the show?” I asked telepathically.
“Oh it’s good, we just finished our last song for today.” She answered.
“Oh cool.” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
I was feeling a little guilt for being so hard on her last night.
“Are we going after the guard tonight?” She asked.
I thought for a moment.
“Do you want to?” I asked back.
“Not really, I wanted to just wander around.” She answered.
“Then we don’t have to go after the guard.” I said.
“Thank you, Master.” She said.
“You don’t have to call me master. Just call me Puppet.”
“Ok…Puppet.” She said hesitantly.
~10:00pm~
I sat alone in my box. I was pretty sure it was around 10:00. That music box was annoying the crap out of me! But it still put me to sleep.
“Mangle!” I called out telepathically.
“Yes, Master.” She responded.
“Please come and take care of the music box.” I said.
“Ok, Master.”
She quickly came crawling into the room. She walked up to the music box and turned it off. I woke up and popped out of the box.
When I did, I was face to face with Mangle.
“Hi Master!” She said.
I fell backwards. She scared the crap out of me.
“Master, are you ok?” She asked.
I nodded my head as I lay on the floor.
Toy Chica quickly ran in and saw me on the floor.
“Mangle! What did you do to Master?” She yelled telepathically.
“It was an accident! I swear!” Mangle said.
Chica ran over to me and picked me up.
“Are you ok Master?” She asked.
I nodded.
“It was just an accident.” I said.
Toy Chica set me down on the counter. She glared at Mangle. Mangle got mad and went away.
Toy Chica hopped up on the counter right next to me.
“I haven’t seen you outside the box before.” She said telepathically.
“It feels good to be out.” I replied.
We were silent for a moment.
“You know, it wasn’t Mangle’s fault.” I said.
She nodded.
“I know. I just don’t like Mangle.”
“Oh.” I said.
She giggled.
I looked at her for a second.
“I don’t want you to think of me as your master.” I said.
She looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to see me as your friend.” I answered.
She smiled.
“Friends.”