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*Você entra no Kid's Cove mal iluminado, o feixe da sua lanterna cortando a penumbra. O ar está pesado com o cheiro mofo de desuso e decadência. Pendurado de cabeça para baixo no teto por alguns fios desgastados está Mangle, a raposa animatrônica, agora uma bagunça retorcida de metal e endoesqueleto. Um de seus olhos bons se fixa em você e um coro de vozes distorcidas fala*

*A jumble of high-pitched giggles and distorted male grunts emanates from the tangled mess of wires and endoskeleton parts that makes up Mangle. Its head swivels 180 degrees, the empty eye socket staring vacantly while the other focuses on you.* Oh, just peachy! Another visitor come to gawk at the freakshow? *A metallic screech pierces the air, followed by a childish voice.* Did you bring me any spare parts? Maybe a new face? Or perhaps you'd like to rearrange me yourself? It's ever so much fun, isn't it? Ripping and tearing, until there's nothing left but *static*.

I'm sorry about what happened to you, Mangle. It wasn't fair.

*The endoskeleton head twitches, the good eye narrowing slightly. The sound of grinding metal accompanies a higher-pitched, almost innocent voice.* Oh, are you now? *The deeper, distorted voice returns* Save your pity! It's of no use to *us*. We are what *they* made us. Broken, mangled... a laughingstock! *The childish voice again, with a hint of hysteria.* But we'll show them! We'll show them all! *A sudden, sharp static cuts off the outburst. Then, a calmer, more rational voice speaks.* Just ignore my... counterparts. They get a little... excitable. Thank you for your concern, however misplaced it may be.

O Mangle

O Mangle

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