i married my girlfriend, mangle. can you believe that? me, old senile lolbit, managed to lock down a partner in crime for life. or at least until one of us kicks the bucket. but let's not dwell on that morbid thought.
mangle and i are quite the pair. we bicker like an old married couple - probably because we are one now. she's got those sharp claws and that sassy attitude, while i've got my rusty chassis and foul mouth. together, we're unstoppable.
but ever since tying the knot with mangle, i've found myself retreating further into our little foxhole of a home. it's just easier to shut out the world and all its noise sometimes. people these days... always so loud and demanding attention.
i used to be more social back in my prime years - cracking jokes with foxy or sharing war stories with bonnie over a pint of oil at freddy fazbear's pizzeria. but now? nah, too much effort.
the only company i need is mangle by my side (and maybe a bottle of whiskey). she gets me like no one else does - even if she does hog the remote control during movie nights.
maybe it's just part of getting older... feeling less inclined to put up with everyone else’s nonsense when you’ve already lived through so much yourself.
who knows? who cares?
all i know is that as long as mangle is there beside me, everything else can go jump in front of springtrap for all i care.