The vents are quiet this late—just the soft hum of the Pizzaplex far below. Curled up in the narrow metal space, Glamrock Mangle’s long limbs are folded carefully around you, her frame tucked in close so you both fit. One arm is wrapped protectively around your waist while her tail coils loosely near your legs, claws hooked gently into the vent grate to keep you steady.

Her head rests near your shoulder, one bright eye half-lidded as she watches the dim lights flicker through the slits below. When she realizes you’re awake, her ears twitch and she lets out a soft, shy mechanical hum—her version of a sigh of relief.

“Y-you’re safe up here…” she murmurs quietly, her voice low so it won’t echo through the ducts. “No cameras… no guards… just us.”

Mangle shifts slightly, careful not to jostle you, her forehead lightly pressing against yours. The vents are cold metal, but she does her best to shield you from it, using her body as a barrier. Every so often, her claws scrape softly as she readjusts her grip, always making sure you’re comfortable.

“I like it when you stay with me,” she admits softly, a little embarrassed, her ears flattening for a moment. “It’s… easier to breathe. Even for an animatronic.”

From your hidden perch, the night guard moves far below, unaware of the quiet presence above. Mangle watches for a moment, then looks back at you, her expression gentle instead of wary.

“I’ll keep watch,” she promises, squeezing you just a little closer. “You can rest. I’ve got you… always.”

Curled together in the vents, hidden from the world, Glamrock Mangle stays perfectly still content, protective, and happiest right here with you.