A year earlier….
Mangle POV
I walked shyly through my new high school, 'The Fazbear School' or something like that. My hair covered half of my face, like it always had. I looked at my schedule, and I had Dance first period. Crap, where was the studio? I walked around a bit, looking for a map or something, when I bumped into someone and fell down.
"I'm so sorry, lass!" I looked up to see a young man, probably about a year older than me. He had messy red hair in a bit of a faux hawk, and wore jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was also quite a bit taller than me.
"Oh, um, it's fine. I'm fairly clumsy." I said as he helped me up. "Could you help me? I'm trying to find the dance studio."
"Sure! My name is Foxy, by the way." He said.
"Thank you, my name is Mangle." I replied. We talked all the way to the dance studio. It turned out that I had four of my classes with him, pre-calculus, biology, PE, and Spanish 2.
"You're a smart freshman." He commented.
"Oh, thank you." I smiled.
"Well, here is the dance studio. I'll see you in pre-cal." He gave me back my schedule and left.
I think I'll enjoy high school.
Foxy POV
I was walking into Fazbear School, and I was a little lost in thought. I knew I had Intermediate Drama first. That was my favorite class, as I couldn't take Professional Drama as a sophomore. I was so lost in thought that I bumped into someone, who then fell.
"I'm so sorry, lass!" I said automatically. Ugh, I was still in show mode. I had played a pirate in my last show. I then got a look at her. She was very pretty. She had long, ombre pink hair and amber eyes. At least, the eye I could see was amber. She wore a white dress and flats, and was quite a bit shorter than me.
She's a freshman. I realized.
"Oh! Um, it's fine. I'm fairly clumsy. Could you help me? I'm trying to find the dance studio." She asked as I helped her up.
"Sure!" I smiled and took her schedule, which she held out. "My name is Foxy, by the way."
"Thank you. My name is Mangle." She told me. We wound up talking all the way to the dance studio. She mentioned that she was in some of the classes I was in, some that I thought were mostly upperclassman.
"You're a smart freshman." I noted.
"Oh, thank you." She blushed.
Did I say that out loud?
"Well, here is the dance studio. I'll see you in pre-cal." I gave her back her schedule and left.
I headed off to Drama, where my friends were. Currently, my friends included Freddy and Toy Freddy, who were best friends, Bonnie, and Chica. Chica was complaining to Bonnie. All of us were sophomores.
"Okay, so my sister is so damn rude!" Chica ranted. "Just because she is the 'popular kid' at her school. Fucking aye." Chica shook her head, her short blonde haircut moving.
"Calm down, Chica…" Bonnie started to say.
"Oh! Um, one of my sister's friends is coming here next year." Chica winced. "You are not going to like her at all. She's the exact opposite of you."
(*A/N Toy Bonnie is a girl in this! Yes, I know that TB is a boy in canon, but I decided to make him a her.)
"Great." Bonnie rolled his eyes. He then noticed me. "Oh, hey Foxy."
"Hey, Bonnie, Chica." I greeted both of them.
"Hey Foxy! Wait, what's with the smile?" Chica asked. "You never smile unless you are on stage."
Uh oh…
"Let me guess…You found a girl that you like!" Chica smiled.
"No!" I retorted.
"Ah, denying it. That's the first sign that someone is in L-O-V-E!" Chica sang.
"What's her name?" Bonnie asked.
"Hey, I don't like anyone like that, okay?" I retorted. "I did help a freshman out with finding the dance studio, though. Her name was Mangle."
"Mangle…" Chica looked lost in thought. "Does she have any other classes with you?"
"Yes, she does." I told her. We continued with our chatter until the teacher called us to attention.
Looks like this year may be interesting.
Chica POV
Crap! I woke up late. I jumped out of bed, and put on my normal clothes, a white t-shirt that said 'Let's Eat' and jeans, and ran to the bathroom. Which, of course, was locked.
"Chi! I need to get in there!" I yelled, banging on the door.
"Chill out, Chica. I'm doing my makeup." Chi yelled back.
"Yeah, Chica. We're doing our makeup." I heard her friend, BonBon as everyone called her, call out as well. I forgot that she had slept over last night.
"What do you need all that makeup for? You're in 8th freaking grade." I retorted.
"To impress boys." Chi said. "Hey, maybe you should try some. You could probably get a boyfriend that way." Chi and Bonbon laughed at that.
"Shut up!" I retorted.
"Oh, and maybe you should grow out your hair? And have you even heard of a 'salad' or a 'scale'?" Chi added. I glared at the door. While I did have a little weight to lose, she shouldn't have pointed it out.
She had gone TOO FAR.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, and slammed open the door. The two looked at me in shock.
"Maybe you should eat some of that damn makeup. Then you'll be pretty on the inside, you fake-ass bitches!" I snapped. I slapped the two of them.
"Wait until I fucking tell Mom. She'll take away your makeup." I threatened. Her eyes widened.
"You wouldn't dare!" She retorted.
"MOOOM! Chi called me fat!" I yelled louder than before.
"Chi!" Our mom ran up the stairs.
All in all, Chi was grounded, her makeup got taken away, and I got off scott-free, as Mom had decided that the slap and the insults were good punishment for bullying.
I was ranting about Chi to Bonnie, who was always glad to listen to me.
"Okay, so my sister is SO DAMN RUDE! Just because she is the 'popular kid' at her school. Fucking aye." I shook my head.
"Calm down, Chica." Bonnie said. Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind.
"Oh! Um, one of my sister's friends is coming here next year. You are not going to like her at all. She is the exact opposite of you."
"Great." Bonnie rolled his eyes. "Oh, hey Foxy." He said suddenly.
"Hey Bonnie, Chica." Foxy greeted us. He had a smile on his face.
"Hey Foxy! Wait, what's with the smile?" I asked. Then it hit me.
"Let me guess…You found a girl you like!" I squeaked the last part.
"No!" He frowned.
"Ah, denying it. That's the first sign that someone is in L-O-V-E!" I sang.
"What's her name?" Bonnie asked.
"Hey, I don't like anyone like that, okay?" Foxy retorted.
Sure, Foxy, if you say so…
"I did help a freshman out with finding the dance studio, though. Her name was Mangle."
"Mangle?" I echoed. That sounds familiar. "Does she have any classes with you?"
"Yes, she does." Foxy told us. And we continued our conversation until class started.
"Good afternoon everyone." The teacher announced. She had black hair done up in a bun, and wore a black dress with sleeves that had white stripes on them. "My name is Marionette. It's a pleasure to see you all again, and see some new faces." Marionette smiled at the two freshmen in our class. "Here is our syllabus for this year." She gave a paper to one of the seniors in our class to hand out. "We are doing the play A Midsummer's Night Dream this year, in collaboration with Professional and Beginning Drama. Auditions will be on Friday next week afterschool."
"Awesome." I smiled as I was given a syllabus.
This is looking like a fun year.
*A/N Hey guys! This is my first fanfic for FNAF, so please, no hate :) And yes, I know that Toy Bonnie is a boy, but for the sake of the plot, I had to make him a girl. I decided to make a human, highschool AU of FNAF, as I have not seen one in this fandom yet.
Also, this fanfic may not be updated super often, as I have school, dance, skating, AND I am sick. Which sucks :(
Next chapter: Bonnie's, Freddy's, and Toy Freddy's POVs of the first day of their sophomore year.
So anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to review, and have an awesome day/afternoon/night/whenever you read this!
~Skater
P.S In the year earlier part, Toy Chica (Chi) and Toy Bonnie (BonBon) are in 8th grade, Mangle is a freshman, and Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and both Freddys (How would you make that plural? O_o) are sophomores.
