Broken- Foxy x Mangle

Foxy stepped into the dark kitchen. He was pretty sure he'd heard Mangle's voice just before midnight telling him to meet her here... but why?

The door shut behind him. Wha... where was she? Everything was covered in shadows and black, he couldn't see his hands in front of his-

"Foxy."

Her voice. It just echoed around the room. He walked over to where he knew a cabinet was and ended up tripping over something. "H-hey!"

"... M-Maggie! Sorry..."

"It's fine. It's dark in here."

"Why're we in here, anyways?"

"... you know it's my last night, right?"

"Aye..."

"I just wanted one last chance to talk to you... before..." Her voice trailed off, and she hugged Foxy tightly, her head on his shoulder. "... I wanted a chance to be here... like this..."

"Me too..."

"I can't believe this, though... I'll be gone soon."

Foxy shuddered at the word 'gone'. What if she really was scrapped, and she disappeared forever?

"You know, Foxy... I loved you from the moment we met. I know that true love really just takes time, but... when we met, I just knew there was something different about you. And that time on the ship when you first said you loved me..." She sighed happily. "You've been so good to me... unlike most of the others. You rebuilt me, you fixed me, and... I love you. So much."

There was a pause, as it seemed that Mangle was pondering what to say next.

"I know I'll have to leave soon, but... until then..."

Foxy began to blush. How had her face gotten so close to his? He hadn't remembered her moving. The room seemed to be brighter in that moment. Foxy could clearly see the outline of her face, her hair, and just... her.

"... let's play."