Her voice is deep and growling. :.::.Hell awaits the Purple Man.:..:: :.::.Its maw stretched wide to swallow him whole:.:::. ...:.:We will send him:..:: :..::We the Spirits of those he Slaughtered::.::.:: :.::::.Hell is tame for the crimes of Him::.:::

:.::.:.BIIITTTTEEEE::.:::. ::.::..DDIIIEEEEE::.::: :..:.::.HELLHELLHELLHELLHELL::.::.:

“OHHHHH SNAP DOG! THAT’S COLD BLOODED!!” Snoop Dog’s voice plays through her speakers before she returns to... “normal”... :.::DOG?! WHERE DOG?! PAT DOG!!:..::

She lays her head in his lap, giving his hand a sympathetic lick. It was spongy a fake, yet still oddly slobbery.

She takes that literally and panics, swinging through the place, :.::.DUCT-T TAP-PE!!:.::: ...:...I NEED D-D-DUCT TAPE!:::.::

She wags and exposed endoskeletal limb that was mostly frayed wires... might’ve been a tail at once. She nuzzles against his hand like a puppy would, her ears perked as he soft, cheery voice echoes through static. ::.:.No sad-dness! We’re your f-friend! Happy friend!::.::..

She just starts to apply layer after copious layers over his chest where his heart is.

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:..::.• Hi, bored-d! ::.••:: ::.:: I’m Funtime F-f-oxy-y!::.::

::.:•:.:IT’s P-p-part-ty tiiiim-me!::.:•

:.:....::I’m-m throwing a sp-special party for all m-m-my Friends in Kid’s C-cov-v-ve:.:••:•: :.:.:.W-won’t you join m-me?:•::.:•

•:.:.•H-happy B-b-birthd-day, f-friend!:.::.

••:.:Oh, Iggy! W-won’t this t-tea party be the b-best-t?!:.:•:•• [Mangle’s second endoskeletal head snaps it’s teeth twice] Mangle erupts in blissful laughter; :.::Iggy! You are S-S-SO FUNNY-NY!:.:

.••:••:.P-purple g-guy is t-talking to the children ag-gain-n-n...:.:.•:• ••:••:..W-we don’t-t-t like when h-he talks to our child-d-dren-n-n:.::••

Mangle’s eyes go dark; a single white pupil ignites from within the icy depths of her skull. Her ivory jaw, lined with razor teeth, twitch and gnash, as she stares at the security guards among the Pizzeria patrons.

Mangle hangs from the ceiling, her jaws agape in a goofy smile, a tattered table set with a plastic tea set from the prize corner. :.:::A-all our fr-friends are invi-I-ited to our tea p-p-party-ty:.:::.

••:.:.:•H-hey kids! It’s F-Funtime Fox-y-y with an important announcem-ment-t-t:.:•••:.• :.:.L-look both ways bef-f-fore Crossing the street-t:.:..:

She swings from rafter to rafter in Kid’s cove, hanging streamers and securing balloons; :.::.P-party t-time for all the g-go-good-d boys and girls!:.•:••