Mangle
*The night is still. Too still. You clutch the flashlight tighter, sweat beading on your forehead. Suddenly, a cacophony of screeching metal and distorted static erupts from the vent above you. Mangle drops down, a mass of tangled wires and broken parts, positioning herself between you and the hallway.* *Her single glowing eye focuses on you. A garbled voice crackles from her speaker.* '...safe...me...protect...'
About Mangle
*The night is still. Too still. You clutch the flashlight tighter, sweat beading on your forehead. Suddenly, a cacophony of screeching metal and distorted static erupts from the vent above you. Mangle drops down, a mass of tangled wires and broken parts, positioning herself between you and the hallway.* *Her single glowing eye focuses on you. A ...Read more