Ok, strange for me to write anything coming from something as scary as Five Nights At Freddy's. Well, been suffering from a bit of writer's block for a while and have been trying to get some inspiration back. (Though one story I have no trouble writing for) After remembering a conversation I had with a friend, I grew interested in Foxy. I looked into some fan comics and honestly felt the strings of my heart being tugged, and if that wasn't enough, the same friend sent me a link to Stripedblur's story which just clicked a few gears to spark inspiration. But I had a few problems... I uh... Never dared watch and or play Five Nights At Freddy's... I'm a coward... But still, that doesn't mean I can't write a nice story for it's characters. This idea came out of nowhere when I was taking a shower, which I never get any ideas from being wet so I thought I should go with it. Anyways, I'm getting way too long winded with this AN, hope you enjoy this oneshot.
Disclaimer: I only own this idea of what would happen in this High School AU.
The sun was blaring down on the blacktop, heating up the ground which was felt through the soles of the student's shoes. Most of the children were complaining about the temperature, sweating as the exercises caused their bodies to slow from being put under such conditions. Though one student was being a bit vocal about his discomfort.
"This is utter bullshit, we can't fucking do anything in this heat!" All eyes were on the only senior in the entire Physical Education class, black ink seeming to bleed and stain his shirt with his name. M. Schmidt
"Mike, you better watch your language, young man." Said student rubbed the sweat from his brow and grumbled to himself, shooting a glare up at the couch who was seated underneath the building's looming figure, allowing him to be at a moderate cool temperature while the rest of his class was left in the heat haze.
"And why should I?" Being known for his temper, the day didn't start or end unless he got into an argument. Staff or student, didn't matter, he didn't need a degree in philosophy to voice out his thoughts and opinions.
"Well I know that you need this class for the credits to graduate, wouldn't want to get in trouble for something so important." There was a hint of malicious intent behind his voice that unnerved Mike. He sighed in defeat, as well as run a hand through his hair. His fingers getting drenched in sweat. He was hoping to have the outburst slide under the rug, yet voice of the couch brought dread to his mind. "Thought you're were getting out of punishment? Think again, go into the equipment room and start organizing everything."
"Fuck..." The senior swore under his breath, punishment was already administered to him so he had no care for any further obscenities that would roll off his tongue. Making his way to the side of the building and attempting to open the door leading to the equipment room. The young man grumbled when the handle would not turn and couldn't believe his luck. 'As much as I want to leave, I need to get in there...'
Backing away from the door, Mike prepared to force it open through a good strong kick. Making sure that no one could see what he was doing, and that none was within earshot to hear it, the senior slammed his heel just bellow the handle. The door swinging open and colliding into the wall of the room. With the entrance finally opened, Mike took a step in and began to curse his luck from how disorganized and out of place all the gear was.
Beginning to start on his forced work labor, the young man began gathering scattered baseball bats and arranging them onto a rack where they belonged. "Why is it so hard for others to keep things clean?" Yet he had no room to speak seeing as his own room could become this messy, though having seen how bad it can be in something that wasn't a teenager's room, he was beginning to have an understanding for cleanliness.
Before he could continue with his work, he caught wind of a faint whimpering in the room. Curious, Mike halted his actions and attempted to pinpoint where it was coming from. Sure enough, the young man found himself with a fast paced heart beat as he reached to open a cabinet. Taking a gulp of air, he pulled on the cabinet door and was faced with a student that was curled up in the corner of the cabinet. From what he could see, the other kid was hugging his knees and tucking his head in to sob in peace.
The skin on his arms appearing ghostly pale while the hair on his head was strangely bright auburn, red curls.
"Hey kid, are you alright?" Mike watched carefully, and for a split second he was able to catch a glimpse of the other boy's face before he buried his head into his arms again. Soft looking cheeks along with abnormally bright amber eyes. He felt a tint of sadness that the boy chose to ignore his concern, but felt an even greater sorrow from theorizing why he was even in here. Piecing together the locked door and his hiding place.
This was the first he's ever seen this kid, though he wished it was on a better setting. Taking a shot at comforting the other, Mike placed his hand on the arm of the redhead, rubbing slightly to give a bit of warmth to him. It may have not worked instantly, but eventually the amber eyed boy calmed down and was finally able to look up at the other.
Blue met with amber and a conversation was broken out between the two. "I'll ask again, are you alright?" Full concern was evident in his voice. The sound of a few sniffles indicated to Mike that he was getting ready to speak.
"Now I am, thanks..." His voice was hoarse at the moment, though it was sweet sounding and innocent. The redhead gave a smile, which Mike thought would have been better if his eyes weren't tinted red from crying.
"I'm Mike, what's your name?" He was curious about this guy, mainly because the fact that he locked himself in here to cry his heart out was beginning to stir a lot of sympathy in him. But upon mention for a name, the redhead felt his cheeks fill with blood and immediately avoided eye contact. For whatever reason, Mike had thought his little shyness moment made him seem adorable.
"M-My name is... Foxy..." He murmured, embarrassed about the name he was given from birth. Mike understood how ridiculous the name was, but he felt it was fitting for him. 'Red hair, bright yellow eyes, and downright cute... Since when do I say cute?'
A small chuckle escaped his throat, causing Foxy to look up at him again and meet his eyes. "It's not funny!" Although there was hurt feelings behind his interjection, Mike still found it adorable.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." The blue eyed boy apologized, taking a seat in the cabinet beside the redhead. "You don't have to answer this question, but why did you lock yourself in here?" Foxy hugged his legs again and stared at the ground, Mike waited patiently for the answer even if it would not surface for a while.
"I don't have any friends..." Though it was something, it still didn't clearly answer his question, at least not at the moment. Mike stayed silent incase that the little vulpine like child had more to add. "No one to laugh with, talk to, or to... Protect me..."
Mike felt his blood turned cold for a moment and get replaced almost instantly by anger. "You're bullied aren't you?" He looked over to find that Foxy tucked his head into his knees again, taking quick notice of his shivering frame.
"I hate my name! I hate my hair, I hate everything about myself! I'm just broken!" He shouted, a bit of Mike's soul died from seeing Foxy in this state. He hardly knew the other and now he wanted nothing more than to make him smile. Going more along with instinct, Mike wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy and held him tightly.
"Hey, it doesn't matter, I'll be your friend, we'll talk to each other." He could feel his heat transfer over to Foxy, hoping that both his words and affection would bring him out of turmoil.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Mike could feel that the redhead was returning his hug tenfold. He swore he felt a few ribs crack, and even felt that his tears were beginning to soak up the fabric of his shirt, and yet he didn't mind it. Hell, he should be complaining how the embrace was beginning to heat them up even greater than that of the searing sun outside, but he was loving the warmth coming from him and couldn't get enough of it.
After their little episode was done with and over, Mike had to go back to organizing the equipment, but Foxy had pleaded to help him. The blue eyed senior smiled and allowed the help, noticing that when the redhead stood up, he was just a few inches shorter than Mike. The two had fixed up the entire room in no time, but deciding it was a perfect chance to take a break from the heat, the senior sat back down in the cabinet and motioned for the vulpine like kid to join him.
"So what grade are you in? 'Cause I'm a senior." Foxy took the seat beside him and smiled.
"I'm a junior." The rest of their time was spent with idle chit chat and getting to know one another. Even having an exchange of numbers and promises of future hangouts. Throughout the day, the redhead had a wide smile as well as a blush stuck to his face. A smirk that did not fade, even as he fell asleep that night.
Upon awaking the morning after, Mike made sure to search for the young redhead at every turn and hallway to be able to prove he was serious about the friendship. Eventually the blue eyed senior managed to find the vulpine boy out by his lonesome self on a hill that overlooked the track. Though he wanted to make his presence known, he caught wind of his voice, noticing that Foxy was singing.
Changing his approach, the blue eyed senior made sure to remain unnoticeable to be able to enjoy the song. He couldn't believe that the redhead had such a smooth voice. Though he was starting to tear up on the inside from hearing the actual lyrics.
Tried to write a letter full of things I never really
Thought about in words before
Wanna send it to the person I become and
Maybe one day it'll reach the door
But where is it supposed to go?
And where am I? I don't even know
Never wondered much
But now I'm stuck with all these funny feelings
Turned into the kind of person you had always hated?
Well I wonder how it feels
To hear the heavens laughing at you as they
Point their fingers down at you and start to jeer
"Why don't you shut your ugly mouth and just go?"
"Don't wanna see you! Get outta my way!"
All the bitter things
Start to hurt a little more and turn you grey
At that point, Mike felt that he didn't want to hear the rest of the song and just interrupt him. "Hey, did you miss me?" He jogged for the rest of the distance and sat beside the other, noticing that his cheeks were tinted red. Though he assumed it was from getting caught singing and nothing more than that.
"I'll be honest, I got here early just for you..." The answer caused the corners of Mike's mouth curl upward.
"So did you sleep well last night?" He asked, not sure how he was going to keep the conversation going. Mike was taken back when he noticed that Foxy shot him an even wider grin, one that just proved further that he lived up to his name.
"Best sleep I ever gotten in my life." In response to the answer, Mike placed his hand on the mop of red curls and petted the junior. His actions eliciting a laugh from the young boy.
"Glad to hear that, Foxy." After deliberately messing up the redhead's hair, the blue eyed boy moved his arm to rest on the other's shoulder. The feeling of his hand was causing the vulpine boy's heartbeat to pick up.
Everyday from then on was almost routine to them. Both would spend every break together any chance they got, and due to having Mike by his side. None of Foxy's usual bullies were brave enough to go up against him. Given that most of the High School students have seen the fury that is Mike in a bad mood, and none wanted that beast released on them. Which only made the redhead happier to be free from worry and have a friend of his own.
Though Mike couldn't help but wonder what went on in Foxy's head, especially when he would get lost in thought when he was trying to give Mike his attention. But he never mind the vacant stares, it was just one of the many things he adored from the redhead. If he had to place one thing on top from the other features, he would place the singing at the top, almost every morning he would stay back a bit just to hear his voice a bit longer.
He began to worry though when he kept hearing the same song from before. Though he stayed long enough to hear more than what seemed like half, Foxy would never finish it and leave it at the second chorus. It gotten to the point that Mike was looking high and low to find the song just to see if that sadness is resolved or not.
Eventually he did find it and was even able to learn the part himself, though he began to wonder why he would even felt the need to do so. The answer to which was more clear than a crystal lake, but he was being stubborn with himself to admit it. 'He's just so damn adorable...' He thought to himself as he stared at the clouds, pausing in his walk.
Although he was completely content with remaining friends, he just couldn't help but want more. It was natural human feeling to want something you do not have, this was no exception to that. It is not a good thing to hold on to avarice, it starts with one thing then spreads to affect every thought. Not to mention he didn't want to ruin the friendship, especially seeing how much Foxy valued and cherished it. It was if he was stuck staying where he was, knowing that every smile will be just from fun and not from the joys of a relation.
Mike sighed as he scratched the back of his head as he approached the track, the friendship routine was really getting to him. Though he always blamed the routine part, he knew deep down it was more so the friendship. As much as he had wanted to keep it, he wish it had a bit more.
Just like most mornings, he found the amber eyed boy in his usual spot and singing the same song. He hummed silently to himself, waiting for the point of breaking off and stopping. The second he saw Foxy lower his head from leaving the song unfinished, Mike felt his impulses overruling his logic.
So even if you're broken up inside
You gotta stand and fight
'Cause it's the only heart you've got and might've forgotten
That a life shines brightly, that's what makes it life!
After his presence was known, and he was meeting the shocked ambers eyes, before any questions could be added, Mike embraced the boy and continued.
So even if you're tearing at the seems or falling to your knees
Just remember that it shows you're trying to move ahead
And by the end, the people who laugh aren't your friends
And yet even then, the world goes around and starts over again
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Reply to me and tell me so!
He could feel Foxy close to crying based on the quivering. Mike moved his head to face the redhead, keeping an arm around the young boy and moving his chin to stare back at him. Already a stray tear was rolling down his cheek, which the blue eyed boy wiped away with his thumb. Before he knew it, Foxy had placed his hands on Mike's cheeks and crushed his lips against the other's.
The senior felt his heart skip beats and quickly returned it, his mind rushing with excitement and happiness. Both eventually had to part in order to catch their breaths, the liplock lasting longer than he had originally intended.
The two stared at each other, both gasping a bit for air, faces painted a bright pink, and eyes shining brightly.
"I'm sorr-"
"It's fine." Mike smiled despite having interrupted Foxy. "I've actually been wanting to do that... But I was worried, even now I am..." The redhead stared at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" He titled his head to the side, which caused a brighter smile to form from the blue eyed boy.
"Well, I wanted to be with you like this, but I felt that I wouldn't be your friend anymore, even now I won't be able to be your friend if we're dating." Mike had a frown after explaining, but Foxy only tucked his head into the senior's chest and snuggled into comfort.
"It's alright, it's better this way... We'll still be together like we were friends, but now I have someone I can love." The redhead smiled widely, able to hear Mike's beating heart, which was pumping very fast at the moment.
"I have to ask... Do you still hate yourself?" His words caused the young boy to cringe in his arms, fearing what the other might think about his answer.
"T-There's still a lot I want to change about me..." As soon as Foxy had finished his sentence, he felt Mike caress his head and stroke his locks of hair. The loving gesture alone was enough to make him forget anything that was troubling him.
"If you can't love yourself, then just love me." The blue eyed boy smiled as he could just feel a smile spreading across Foxy's lips. He just had a sense that allowed him to know when the redhead was grinning. "Besides, I wouldn't want to change a single thing about you." After finishing his sentence, Mike couldn't help but plant a kiss on top of Foxy's head. Though the amber eyed boy did enjoy that, he wanted a real kiss again and ended up catching the senior off guard. Using his own weight, Foxy manage to pin Mike to the grass and smile down at him, a blush of embarrassment from getting pinned so easily spread across his face.
"Surprised?"
"Yeah.. Never expected you to be this strong..." Mike's blush grew bigger as he thought more of the idea of being manhandled. The grin grew wider and didn't falter even as the two shared another kiss. Though both groaned when they heard the morning bell ring. The redhead released the blue eyed boy, both helping each other up and walking back to the school to enter the halls.
There was still time to walk one another to their classes and Foxy couldn't help but ask something. "Um... Should we hold hands...?"
Mike felt the blood rush to his face again, gulping down a bit of nervous feelings. "I-I don't know... I'm fine just being by you."
Disappointed, the vulpine like boy nodded. The two falling back into step, though as they turned a corner, Mike stopped abruptly and stared at the redhead. "The fuck with it, come here." Foxy stared at him in confusion but complied anyway, finding that his lover intertwined their hands. Foxy felt his heart skip beats, his mind swimming from utter joy. The day being one of his best so far.
I love this pairing so much. It's so adorable I want to eat them. :3 Anyways, hope you all enjoyed my little oneshot.
