The Ventriloquist

Chapter 30: Mind Games

Mangle couldn't quite figure out where this run down rabbit got his mind from, but he was one clever robot. A rotting old tablet strewn on the floor, slightly chipped from its worn state, was fixed in a matter of seconds, its artificial light eliminating the darkness from the hallway. He tapped tentatively at it, his eyes straining to see the little details on the screen. She wandered up to him, peering over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Looking at the cameras. If I can find one thats either covered or broken, then we've probably found the lair" he explained whilst still tapping the boxes on the blaring glass.

"But how will that help us to get there? This place is like a labyrinth, we've got no nope" she answered pessimistically.

"There's a map of course! See that little thing in the corner? It shows how all the rooms connect! I did have to hack a few things to get it up, but I'm not stupid enough to think I can jump through tablets" he answered, a little impatient.

She wasn't sure whether he was incredibly technological, or she was slow on the uptake.

"Ah ha! You see? There's some kind of cover on this one and it shouldn't be there. Right, so we go down the hall, into that party room, through to Party Room 4 and inside that vent. Then, we go into the Spare Parts Room and through a door in there".

Mangle just shook her head, her mind blown.

"Just follow me!"

Springtrap began to run down the hall at a slow pace due to his immobile body letting him down. Mangle followed, helping him up if he began to fall. She looked at him, her eyes clouded in mystery. How could such an old, feeble body contain such perfect calculations? It was quite remarkable.

The rooms began to get darker and darker as they crawled slowly through the vent and into the final party room. She caught eyes on Pirate's Cove, now named Kids Cove, her heart sinking. She hadn't performed there in so long, yet the wonderful memories of the smiling children and colourful lights still lingered, taunting her about what she did that fateful day. She frowned; she was such an idiot to think she could get away with such crimes...

"We're here".

Springtrap snapped her out of her thoughts, and she quickly looked up to see a large metal door blocking them from the enemy.. And that computer...

"Now what?" he asked expectantly.

"Well I... Um... Didn't really plan this far..." she admitted with sorrow.

"What? Seriously?" he sighed.

"Wait... Oh my god!"

Mangle rushed over to a switch and flicked it, lights flickering on. There in the corner, slumped in an unhealthy position was Fritz, his armed left on the other side of the room. She bent down in front of him, guilt washing over her.

"No... No! Why do I always hurt people? I'm a curse! A burden! I should be dead!" she cried.

"Hey, don't worry. We can fix him" assured Springtrap, retrieving his arm and a toolbox.

"Really? Look at him! He's in pieces, literally!"

"Give me a few minutes, I'll have him up to scratch".

Mangle stepped back in despair, watching Springtrap fumble in the box until he pulled out a few tools. Piece by piece, he connected his broken parts and repaired his broken heart. He turned his power on nervously, stepping back. A loud whirring noise sounded, until he fluttered open his eyes and looked up at the two.

"Fritz? I won't hurt you, I promise. I am so, so sorry for what I did to you" she apologised, guilt welling up in her eyes and throat.

"Who, who are you?" he moaned.

Mangle gasped.

"He doesn't remember. His memory core did like a bit distorted" stated Springtrap.

"What do you remember? About anything" she asked.

"Sparky... Jeremy..." he murmured.

"At least he remembers his family, it'd kill Jeremy if he didn't remember him again" she sighed.

Fritz began to sit up, his arm feeling wobbly and unstable. He staggered to his feet, examining his body and the two stood before him.

"What are your names?" he asked, panting.

"Springtrap..." he muttered back, clearly disliking his own name.


"Mangle? That's not nice on you, have you ever thought about changing it?" asked Fritz, gaining strength.

"No, its just always stuck" she stated.

"Well I don't want to call you that, I feel kind of mean. What should I call you?" he asked, hoping she'd change it to something nicer.

"I... Don't know".

"What about Vixie? Its basically Foxy, but for a girl" suggested Springtrap.

"Yeah, I like it. Vixie it is then" she agreed happily.

"Well, Vixie, Fritz, we've got a battle to win"...

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