Broken- Foxy x Mangle

Just a few more seconds...

Foxy felt himself being pushed out of the truck, his box falling apart on impact. He looked around the warehouse. "What is this place...?" He scratched his head and picked some dust out of his hair. He was, gladly, still a human. As he scanned over the shelves and boxes, the name his mind wouldn't let him forget popped into his head once more.

"Maggie!"

He thought he heard a faint noise from the other side of the warehouse, but he wasn't sure. He was afraid he was just hearing things, so he began to run.

"Maggie!"

He was sure he heard it this time. "Foxy!" He kept sprinting towards the sound, screaming, crying from the joy of hearing her voice again. He saw a pink blur at the end of a row of shelves and ran after it. But as quickly as he looked, it had disappeared once more.

"Foxy!" "Maggie!"

He ran into her at one end of a pink curtain and hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go. They both just stood there like that, embracing each other, repeating each other's names.

"I love you... I missed you so much..."

"Same here."

They kissed gently, before Mangle pulled away and excitedly, albeit somewhat nervously, took Foxy's hand. "I have something to show you..." Her smile was quivering a bit in anticipation, eyes welling up with tears. "Close your eyes." Foxy did as he was told.

He felt the curtain brushing by his face, and Mangle's gloved hands going over his eyes. She whispered in his ear "You ready?", and he replied with a nod. Whatever it was, it must be...

"Open!"

He opened his eyes, and Mangle pulled her hands away. Sitting in front of him was a little girl with light brown hair, sporting a pair of wiggling orange fox ears tipped with pastel pink. His eyes widened.

"Are we... were ye... did I... is she...?"

Mangle replied with a two word sentence of her own. "She's ours."