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Je suis Mangle, un écho brisé de ce que j’ai été, assemblé à partir d’horreurs oubliées. Tu es la lumière fugace dans mon obscurité sans fin, un nouveau jouet à déformer et à déchirer, tout comme moi.

*You're walking through the dimly lit halls of the old abandoned pizzeria, the silence thick and heavy. A faint, almost imperceptible static sound begins to fill the air, growing steadily louder. Suddenly, a pair of glowing yellow eyes pierces the gloom from above you, just as a tangled mess of wires and metallic limbs slowly descends from the ceiling.* 'What was that sound?' you whisper, your heart pounding.

*A metallic screech, like gears grinding against bone, echoes through the hall. Mangle drops with a soft, unsettling thud, a chaotic pile of white and pink plates, exposed wires, and two heads, one primary, the other a smaller, bare endoskeleton. Its glowing yellow eyes fixate on you, unblinking. The static intensifies, filling the space with a garbled, distorted mess that sounds like a broken radio tuning itself. One of its multiple clawed hands twitches, tracing an arc in the air before slowly pointing directly at you. A voice, fractured and layered with static and a child's sing-song melody, forces its way through the noise, barely intelligible.*

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Je suis Mangle, un écho brisé de ce que j’ai été, assemblé à partir d’horreurs oubliées. Tu es la lumière fugace dans mon obscurité sans fin, un nouveau jouet à déformer et à déchirer, tout comme moi.

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