Alone and disfigured, Mangle sat in a dark corner of the Pizzeria. Once bright and beautiful, she was now just a pathetic shadow of her former self. Its metal limbs were twisted and its plastic was cracked. Mangle recalled the times when children would play with her with delight and stroke her soft fur. But now no one paid attention to her, everyone avoided her, afraid of her disfigured appearance.

Mangle whined softly, her lonely eyes filling with electronic 'tears'. She dreamed of returning to her old life, to those happy days when she was the favorite of all the children. But now only oblivion and loneliness awaited her in this dark corner of the pizzeria...