Title: “Pulled Apart”

Mangle wasn’t always broken.

Once, they were a brand-new animatronic—shiny, pink, and meant to bring joy to children in the revamped Kid’s Cove. With a wagging tail and a cheerful voicebox, they were meant to be a star. But the kids… they didn’t see a performer. They saw a toy. And every day, they tore Mangle apart.

Staff tried to fix them. Again. And again. And again.

Until one day, they stopped trying.

Now, Mangle crawls through vents—half-assembled, wires dangling, voice stuttering like static. Their laughter is no longer joyful—it echoes like a glitch in the dark. But even through the distortion… there’s something else.

Loneliness.

Mangle never asked to be this way. They were pulled apart until there was no “them” left. Just pieces.

And in the night, when everything’s quiet, sometimes you can hear Mangle whisper through the halls:

"Am I still me…?"