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Contray to popular belief the animatronics are not haunted. They do in fact have very very very advanced AI. It’s almost like they are actually alive. Like they can think and feel.
Some kids have even said that if you leave a slice of pizza on stage just before closing time Freddy will tip his hat to you upon returning next time. if you draw a drawing of foxy as a pirate then he might just say hello to you personally.
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There’s been talk of new ‘ones’ coming.
Mr Afton has been making little hints and Mr Emily outright told mangle to cheer them up after a particularly bad day of playing with hyper active kids. Apparently, there’s going to be a ballerina. And a pink fox.
“A piNk foX!! ALL PInK!! pink PINk PinK likE mE!! aNd tHEY CAn SInG and DANcE anD tHey are fRom THe cIRCUs tHe CIRCus!!! tHe CIRcuS! I wanNa GO to THe CIrcUS! pUpPEt caN I leAVE and gO tO thE CIrCus?”
The puppet doesn’t know what a circus is. “I’m sorry mangle I need to clean up the prize corner right now one of the guards are helping so I can’t keep them waiting”
The Chica’s don’t know. “is it a type of pizza?” “idk what that is”
The Freddie’s don’t know. “mangle I’m not too sure that’s actually a thing” “mangle I’m trying to beat my high score! Ask someone eleas.”
Neither do the Bonnies. “oh, nah sorry mangle I’ve got no idea. Maybe when they come you can ask?” “maybe its just a type of food. Or something that kids like. I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”
bb doesn’t know. he doesn’t know anything though.
Foxy doesn’t know. “I reckon that's a type o' car mangle me lassie.”
“WeLl finE thEN" mangle grumbles as they leave the parts and services room. Their limbs scratch against the floor tiles as they half heartedly drag themselves along.
“i'Ll Go ASk mR eMiLY HE'll know foR SurE” they mutter.
Eventually they find themselves back in kids cove. The puppet’s nowhere to be seen. They shuffle around their designated area grumbling to themselves. Mr Emily’s gone. Probably home. So iits just them. Looking at the clock
Maybe its time to shut down for the night. It seems the others all their own things to do.
Mangle hasn’t had an early shut down for a while. They hum contentdly and start looking for their pillow and…
“wHeRE's my BLanKeT?” they start franicly looking.
The puppet has her blankets. Heak she has lots and lots of pillows and blankets! Mangle only has one big fluffy blanket and one big soft pillow. And its theirs!
“wheRe's mY ShutTINg Down ThinGs!!!!” they start growling.
“mangle? Whats wroung?”
Jermey is by the entrance mop in hand.
“jeRry man” mangle whines “sOMeone Has taKeN aLl My SoFt thiNGs! I CAn't fINd tHem AND I waNt To SHut doWn eArLY sO I CAn Ask Mr EmiLY wHat A CIrCus Is BEcAUSe MR puRPLE aFTON MAn WoNt TelL me aNd no OnE knOWs WhAt It IS And- ”
“whoa whoa calm down. What are you talking about.” He puts down his mop and walks over to them. He sits next to them and gives their plates a scratch. “I’m pretty sure Mr afton said something about getting you a better blanket? Or something like that. Like one that wont rip. Youd like that yeah?”
“i GueSs” they mutter moving themselves to put their muzzle closer to his hand. Their frame vibrates slightly as they softly growl.
“hmmm like even a holding area for you guys. You know like a room for shutting down? It might even be underground. Like the cirsus baby and rental is – “
“WHats That jerrY Man?” their ears perk up at that.
Jerrermay smiles and gets up.
“how about we look for your things and I’ll tell you what I know? common I have an idea where a spare one is.”
He stands up and begins making his way out of the room looks behind his shoulder to see mangle begrugling lubmbering after him.
“lets go eh?”
“MmmmMMMMm FiNE fine” they grumble as they begin to extend their cables onto the ceiling.
The guard whistles as both of them make their way to the storage room. Walking around the pizzeria without screaming laughing children all over the place is always surreal for mangle. The quiet broken up by the buzzing of machines and lights. Mangles own mechanical parts clink and whirr as they move from room to room.
Jermany opens the storage door humming a song as he turns on the light.
“so what kind of blanket do ya want?”
Lifting their head huffing softly their eyes are drawn to a vibrant hot pink throw rug.
“oOoO ThAt oNe!” swinging even closer from the ceiling pushing their muzzle into the fabric they smell, acrylic and fake materials. “hMmM SmElLs ... nOt rEaL. “
“oh yeah looks like its synthinc.” jermery takes the blanket from mangle running his hands through it. “here theres one made of cotton? or would you like a wool one. their better quality.”
“arE ThEy pInK?”
“i dont think so… “
“ThEn i'lL TaKe tHiS OnE!”