“ Is this what you wanted? ”
For a long while, Mangle couldn’t look at Mike. She assumed she knew what he meant, and shocked angry brewed inside of where her chest was supposed to be.
Now it was just endoskeleton.
She furrowed her brows and took a shaky breath in, not wanting to lash out at him- he hadn’t done this- but why would he… ask her that?
“No,” she said, her voice laced with pain. “No, I didn’t want to bite that man. I-… Mike, hurting staff or guests is not part of my programming. Something went wrong.” Her blanket was still tightly wrapped around herself, but the white-furred vixen gestured to herself with the hand that was still white. The other was not, stripped of fur and outer metal.
Mangle turned her head and fixed the man with a strange look that was, probably, hard to decipher. But her single yellow eye was full of emotion, and her brows were still partially knit. “I thought you knew me… better than that. I thought you knew that I don’t truly have it in me to hurt anyone.” She turned away, ears flat, and her fluffy tail curled around herself.
“…it wasn’t in my control. Even if it weren’t against my programming, hurting people, I couldn’t. I’d-…”
She cut herself off, her voice beginning to waver. “Please, Mike… leave me alone. J-just for a little while. But it’s more than a surprise to me, though, that you’d think that of me.”
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