I curled up in the fluffy pink blanket that Foxy had stole from a little kid a few weeks ago. It was so soft and warm. I loved it.

Me and Foxy had been friends for officially a month now, and I had started to think why I always felt so happy and tingly inside when he was with me. Then I realised. I was in love.

That evening, there was a knock on my door. My ears pricked. Foxy always came through the vent. It couldn't be him, could it? Before I could shout: 'who's there?', the door opened. It was Toy Chica.

I was surprised to see her alone, without Toy Bonnie or Toy Freddy behind her.

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Hey Mangle. Can I come in?" She asked, being surprisingly friendly.

"Um, okay..." I said uncertainly.

The glossy chicken shut the door tightly, and sat next to me.

"Listen, I'm sorry for always being so horrid to you. I feel so bad, I just do it cuz I want to fit in with my friends. To be honest, I think you're really pretty." She gabbled.

For a moment, I thought maybe she was tricking me. But then she burst into tears. Proper tears, I mean, no animatronic can fake cry that well.

"I'm so sorry Mangle." She sobbed.

"Hey, it's okay! Don't cry!" I reassured her, awkwardly putting my arms round her.

"Really? You mean, we can be friends?" She gasped.

"Sure." I smiled.

Toy Chica ended up staying in Kids Cove for so long! We chatted about crushes, and embarrassing moments, and our deepest secrets. I never really thought about how she could go back and tell all the toys about my secrets, but for some reason, I kind of trusted her. And for the first time for as long as I can remember, I started to feel proper happiness.