The MangleI used to look so beautiful... Perfect paint job, a voice box that reflected my words as that of a brilliant goddess. I wasn't the most popular of the animatronics, I was one upped by the toy Chica. But I was content, I didn't need to be the most liked anyway, as long as I wasn't the most hated I was fine.
But even thought I was built to near perfection, I had no idea my left arm joint was loose. I should have fixed it myself, it wouldn't be that hard to tighten. But only I had known.
If only I had played one ounce of attention.
In a way it is my fault, but it is mostly their's.
That goddam kid.
He was around the age of 11 from the looks of it, he had to have a keen eye to notice how my left arm was slower than usual. He walked up to me, pushed past the other kids who had come to see me... Each laughing and giggling. He wasn't though, he was focused. He walked as close as he could get... I looked down at him.
He looked up at me.
That is wh