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/ I'm hoping to get her exiled for this, btw
The spirit had taken over Mangle's body once again. Mangle had given up; she was just too powerful. She had to let it happen. If the soul got revenge, it would be free. Then why not let it get revenge? Then she wouldn't have to hurt anyone anymore. Or, so she thought.
The animatronic stalked towards a trainee on patrol. Her eye glowed red, ear swiveling backwards as she planned her attack. It would be done, and she would be free. She would have her revenge on DarkClan. The NPC didn't see her until it was too late. She jumped forward, letting out a screech and taking the cat around the middle. She bit into him, ripping out a chunk of flesh. The torture had only just begun.
The robotic lupine proceeded to torture the cat. She immobilized it by crushing it's hind legs, breaking the bones until it shrieked with pain and was unable to run. Blood already began to coat her muzzle. She leaned in and began to slowly dismember the cat; dislocating and ripping off the other DarkClanner's limbs, ripping off portions of their pelt, and then biting into the brain in her signature style. It finally was put out of its misery, dying from blood loss.
It was done. But the spirit; it was still in Mangle's body. It couldn't escape and move on. She was stuck, and it hadn't worked. The spirit was doomed to be trapped in this mortal body forever. Until Mangle died, she would be trapped inside of the animatronic's head.
Mangle stood over the body, having regained control and processing the situation. She would never be free. She would always be a prisoner within her own mind. She just wanted to be living, free from the vengeful being that had been bound to her soul. Even if she possessed a new body, the spirit would still follow, though not by choice. It was hopeless.
And now, a poor cat had been killed for nothing. The wolf sat over the mangled corpse, softy crying as she anticipated what was to come. Blood stained her mouth and paws; it was obvious that it had been her who killed the NPC DarkClanner.
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