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Welcome to Kid's Cove~!
What a sweet thing you must have been long ago - before those tiny hands tore you asunder one too many times. When the Adults decided you were better as an attraction 'designed' to be torn apart and pieced back together in such an awkward manner. . .
So~! 'Ah drew this. Which took about. . . three hours 'a my time.
Tried my hand at shading as well. (I think it turned out semi-decent; probs woulda been much better, had I any coloured pencils to use.)
I KINDA SORTA REALLY LOVE MANGLES. 's an awesome design~!
What a sweet thing you must have been long ago - before those tiny hands tore you asunder one too many times. When the Adults decided you were better as an attraction 'designed' to be torn apart and pieced back together in such an awkward manner. . .
So~! 'Ah drew this. Which took about. . . three hours 'a my time.
Tried my hand at shading as well. (I think it turned out semi-decent; probs woulda been much better, had I any coloured pencils to use.)
I KINDA SORTA REALLY LOVE MANGLES. 's an awesome design~!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fanart
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 960 x 720px
File Size 73.3 kB
Hnnnnngh, I love your art so much, darlin'. ;3; So smooth and detailed on the shading level. You've captured good ol' Mangles' creepiness perfectly in one convenient picture!
What a p-p-p-poor *Whirr* soul, that pellmell pile of foxy fluff and robotics must be. The little ones don't understand. How could they? They are simply who must be p-p-pleased. It is the adults to blame for the terribly torn tumultuous turn of events that turned her so. Every week day, it must wait, picked, pulled, pummeled, apart precariously by the little ones. Just hang in there, you m-MANGLE of parts. Your time to take out the pain of a thousand dismemberments shall c-come soon.
What a p-p-p-poor *Whirr* soul, that pellmell pile of foxy fluff and robotics must be. The little ones don't understand. How could they? They are simply who must be p-p-pleased. It is the adults to blame for the terribly torn tumultuous turn of events that turned her so. Every week day, it must wait, picked, pulled, pummeled, apart precariously by the little ones. Just hang in there, you m-MANGLE of parts. Your time to take out the pain of a thousand dismemberments shall c-come soon.
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