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"Come on out Cassie. Your blind friend isn't here to save you now... No..? How about a little game? Children LOVE games, don't they? How about "take apart and put back together?" That was always my favourite..."

The lower levels of the Pizzaplex were always something of a mystery. Beneath the bright, shiny upper levels where guests went, there was a multi-layered maze of corridors, maintenance rooms and other infrastructural installations, to the point where one could quite easily get lost without a map. Aside from the Pizzaplex's numerous automated staff, the lowest levels were scarcely, if ever, travelled, and thus rumours and mysteries began to spread upwards about what might be down there. Rumours of some sort of laboratory, or a containment facility. Some of the especially... Eccentric staff would murmur about a monster down there.

Truth be told, all three rumours were actually true. Vanny's laboratory, combined with a containment facility, were located beneath the Pizzaplex. The latter was specifically designed to hold Fazbear Entertainment's oldest surviving animatronic: Toy Foxy. Or at least, what was left of Toy Foxy, as she had been found in quite the state. Unbeknownst to anyone, Lolbit, elder god of commerce and source of the technology behind the animatronics, had taken interest in Toy Foxy's unfortunate habit of being torn apart by children and turned into mechanical abominations, still very much aware and feeling everything. As such, one night she decided to make the condition somewhat permanent, and thus the Mangle was born. Any time Toy Foxy's mental state fell out of control, she would uncontrollably, and rather painfully, transform into the Mangle until she could eventually calm down and wrestle back control from its animalistic, yet devilishly sly alternate personality.

Aside from the many victims of the infamous 'Bite of 87' incident, only a few unlucky Pizzaplex staff, as well as Lolbit's favoured cultists, have ever met the Mangle and lived to tell the tale. As mentioned, it is a frightening mix of raw, animalistic rage, and dastardly intelligence. It is just as likely to tear apart anyone it meets as it is to take a fancy to them and keep them alive, if only to enjoy their fear all the longer. It speaks with two distinct voices, one smooth and honeyed, clearly in control and revealing its intelligence. The other voice is that of Toy Foxy, speaking at exactly the same time, yet sounding slightly slurred, as if it was forcefully being dragged along by the dominant voice. Occasionally, as the two personalities clash, the voices may briefly fall out of sync, yet as soon as the Mangle regains total control, they snap back together, eerily unified in their vocalisations. When the Mangle is not speaking, anyone with the misfortune to get close enough might hear a faint, distant screaming, apparently coming from inside. Its other most distinctive features are its jaws. All four of them. Along with the jaws of Toy Foxy's head are those of its endoskeleton, jutting out yet still somehow supporting the outer set of jaws. Suffice to say, a bite from such a nightmarish arrangement of teeth would be... Unpleasant to say the least.

Such a disturbing creature is what drove several members of the Pizzaplex staff to near-madness. For all the security features of its containment facility, the Mangle could simply leave at its leisure, taking a perverse delight in inhabiting the containment facility, its wardens knowing full well they had no control over it. It would wander the lower levels of the Pizzaplex, and even occasionally enter the public spaces, although never revealing itself too much. On one occasion, it wandered into the Day-care area during a sleepover session. The resulting nightmares were blamed on the Day-care attendant, leaving a dent in the Pizzaplex's reputation.

Whenever it encountered an unfortunate member of staff, it would toy with them, refusing to kill them but tormenting them with its mere existence. It would spare them, but in exchange it had them perform certain deeds. Usually, these deeds would involve the acquisition of certain components, or in some cases the requisitioning of a maintenance bay to perform unofficial upgrades. Through this process, the Mangle has acquired several upgrades from components made decades after it. It has acquired a new eye, allowing it to see through walls. It has also acquired a new voice box, which it has integrated with its now one-of-a-kind government database system, allowing it to mimic the voice of anyone it can get a voice sample of. Since the Pizzaplex's destruction, it has made a habit of toying with the occasional intruder, mimicking the voice of a known associate or friend. This has caused the ruins to gain a haunted reputation, for nobody has ever dared to investigate the source of the voices, and thus nobody has even seen the Mangle since the collapse.

As of late, it has taken a fascination in Gregory, the abducted child who assisted in the destruction of the Pizzaplex. Using its government database access, it located an associate of his... A certain Cassie. All it took was a forged phone call to lure her in. For what purpose, only the Mangle's tortured mind can know...

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Sorry lads. Mimic's dead. Well actually, it doesn't exist in this universe. Instead we get the Mangle, still alive and still as psychotic as ever, and with a brand new mimicking ability. Just another reason why you don't go wandering into collapsed Pizzaplexes. Also, an observant viewer may notice it's missing its second head. Let's just say it chewed it off.

Ouch.

Description
"Come on out Cassie. Your blind friend isn't here to save you now... No..? How about a little game? Children LOVE games, don't they? How about "take apart and put back together?" That was always my favourite..."

The lower levels of the Pizzaplex were always something of a mystery. Beneath the bright, shiny upper levels where guests went, there was a multi-layered maze of corridors, maintenance rooms and other infrastructural installations, to the point where one could quite easily get lost without a map. Aside from the Pizzaplex's numerous automated staff, the lowest levels were scarcely, if ever, travelled, and thus rumours and mysteries began to spread upwards about what might be down there. Rumours of some sort of laboratory, or a containment facility. Some of the especially... Eccentric staff would murmur about a monster down there.

Truth be told, all three rumours were actually true. Vanny's laboratory, combined with a containment facility, were located beneath the Pizzaplex. The latter was specifically designed to hold Fazbear Entertainment's oldest surviving animatronic: Toy Foxy. Or at least, what was left of Toy Foxy, as she had been found in quite the state. Unbeknownst to anyone, Lolbit, elder god of commerce and source of the technology behind the animatronics, had taken interest in Toy Foxy's unfortunate habit of being torn apart by children and turned into mechanical abominations, still very much aware and feeling everything. As such, one night she decided to make the condition somewhat permanent, and thus the Mangle was born. Any time Toy Foxy's mental state fell out of control, she would uncontrollably, and rather painfully, transform into the Mangle until she could eventually calm down and wrestle back control from its animalistic, yet devilishly sly alternate personality.

Aside from the many victims of the infamous 'Bite of 87' incident, only a few unlucky Pizzaplex staff, as well as Lolbit's favoured cultists, have ever met the Mangle and lived to tell the tale. As mentioned, it is a frightening mix of raw, animalistic rage, and dastardly intelligence. It is just as likely to tear apart anyone it meets as it is to take a fancy to them and keep them alive, if only to enjoy their fear all the longer. It speaks with two distinct voices, one smooth and honeyed, clearly in control and revealing its intelligence. The other voice is that of Toy Foxy, speaking at exactly the same time, yet sounding slightly slurred, as if it was forcefully being dragged along by the dominant voice. Occasionally, as the two personalities clash, the voices may briefly fall out of sync, yet as soon as the Mangle regains total control, they snap back together, eerily unified in their vocalisations. When the Mangle is not speaking, anyone with the misfortune to get close enough might hear a faint, distant screaming, apparently coming from inside. Its other most distinctive features are its jaws. All four of them. Along with the jaws of Toy Foxy's head are those of its endoskeleton, jutting out yet still somehow supporting the outer set of jaws. Suffice to say, a bite from such a nightmarish arrangement of teeth would be... Unpleasant to say the least.

Such a disturbing creature is what drove several members of the Pizzaplex staff to near-madness. For all the security features of its containment facility, the Mangle could simply leave at its leisure, taking a perverse delight in inhabiting the containment facility, its wardens knowing full well they had no control over it. It would wander the lower levels of the Pizzaplex, and even occasionally enter the public spaces, although never revealing itself too much. On one occasion, it wandered into the Day-care area during a sleepover session. The resulting nightmares were blamed on the Day-care attendant, leaving a dent in the Pizzaplex's reputation.

Whenever it encountered an unfortunate member of staff, it would toy with them, refusing to kill them but tormenting them with its mere existence. It would spare them, but in exchange it had them perform certain deeds. Usually, these deeds would involve the acquisition of certain components, or in some cases the requisitioning of a maintenance bay to perform unofficial upgrades. Through this process, the Mangle has acquired several upgrades from components made decades after it. It has acquired a new eye, allowing it to see through walls. It has also acquired a new voice box, which it has integrated with its now one-of-a-kind government database system, allowing it to mimic the voice of anyone it can get a voice sample of. Since the Pizzaplex's destruction, it has made a habit of toying with the occasional intruder, mimicking the voice of a known associate or friend. This has caused the ruins to gain a haunted reputation, for nobody has ever dared to investigate the source of the voices, and thus nobody has even seen the Mangle since the collapse.

As of late, it has taken a fascination in Gregory, the abducted child who assisted in the destruction of the Pizzaplex. Using its government database access, it located an associate of his... A certain Cassie. All it took was a forged phone call to lure her in. For what purpose, only the Mangle's tortured mind can know...

---------------------------------------------------------

Sorry lads. Mimic's dead. Well actually, it doesn't exist in this universe. Instead we get the Mangle, still alive and still as psychotic as ever, and with a brand new mimicking ability. Just another reason why you don't go wandering into collapsed Pizzaplexes. Also, an observant viewer may notice it's missing its second head. Let's just say it chewed it off.

Ouch.