As you may know, this is Aysha the Fox's story. She's no longer a writer, and she knew that her FNaF Highschool stories were popular, so she asked me to continue it.
So I wrote this.
No events have happened. This beginning is original, but the rest of the plot is all her.
If you didn't read it, then you don't have to. I mean, this is also it's own story.
He hummed, reaching over to pat her hair. "I don't think so," he answered.
Lolbit blinked. "But what if?" she insisted, poking him in response.
Springtrap let out a bark of laughter. "The day your sister falls for Teddy is the day pigs fly." His gray eyes danced with amusement as he snuffed out his cigarette. He sat up, minding the steep rooftop, and tossed it.
Lolbit fixed her hair again. "Step-sister." She'd dyed it white a while ago, and even added some orange and purple highlights. It was a nice contrast against her dark skin. Her eyes were the same as Springtrap's, gray, and she looked him straight in the eye as he laid back down on Lolbit's roof. She reached over to ruffle his dirty-blond hair that had an odd greenish tint due to being in an unfortunate accident involving green dye, shampoo, a hair dyer, a hairbrush, and a knife. Don't ask.
"Where's Goldie?" he wondered aloud. "He said he'd be here soon. I think he's bringing Puppet, too."
"Teddy might be harrasin' Freddy again," she suggested.
"Ugh. I don't know where Teds gets his assholery from. Goldie, Freddy, and his parents are all perfectly nice people. And that's why Mangle could never fall for him. She's too nice, even if she is a mess."
"A hot mess."
"Oh yeah. You're a raging lesbian, I nearly forgot." That one was Goldie, who smirked up at Springtrap and Lolbit as they sat up abruptly. He was climbing on the ladder, as Springtrap and Lolbit had done. Puppet was right behind him.
"Goldie. Hey."
"Ladies," he said, ignoring Springtrap's mock gasp. "Lola, try to avoid lusting after your stepsister."
"I'm not lusting after her!" Lolbit claimed. "I like someone else, anyway..." she muttered. "Goldie, Spring, Pup, don't you guys think Mags is pretty?"
"I'm not into girls," Goldie said simply, taking a seat on the roof.
Puppet shrugged as they came up. "I don't like anyone."
"I mean..." Springtrap scrunched up his face. "She's attractive. Not my type."
"Right. We all know your type," Lolbit said. "Goldie!"
"Lola!" He shrieked, a light pink appearing on his cheeks.
Goldie laughed and Puppet's face turned into a grin. "I don't know what's funnier... the fact that we're all yelling names here, or that we're discussing the attractiveness of someone who's sleeping inside," they said. Their hair was black, wavy, and chin-length. Their dark eyes rivaled Goldie's. Goldie's hair was a golden blond, and he had the aforementioned dark eyes, which were actually blue if you looked close enough, while Puppet's were a very dark brown.
Puppet stepped onto the roof and held out a hand in the direction of Springtrap and Goldie. Springtrap grabbed it and flung them towards the peak of the roof. "ACK!" They slipped and fell sideways, but Goldie stood quickly and grabbed them, pulling them down safely. "Why?!"
"I don't like you," he simply stated.
"Feeling's mutual."
"Guys," Goldie shouted. "Get along! Seriously, do you guys ever stop fighting?"
"No," both said at once.
"Hey, Goldie," began Lolbit. "Why were you late?"
"Oh, uh..." his tone went somber, and he stared at the ground. "Freddy and Teddy again. Teddy decided to leave an old paper from like, fourth grade, on Freddy's nightstand. Back then, Freddy always signed his homework worksheets with his full birth name."
"So it said Fredericka? Oh, shit."
"Yeah. Freddy's gone by, well, 'Freddy' since he was twelve and started requesting his full name be Fredrick after he turned fourteen. Mom and Dad are pretty accepting, but nobody's really sure why Teddy's so bigoted."
"Ooh..." Puppet winced. "There's a reason Goldie and Leo are the only two people who can call me Marie. Being deadnamed fucking hurts. Inside, I mean."
Springtrap snickered. "Yeah, it's not like they're literally chopping off your leg. It just feels like they're... Lola, description please."
"I'm not trans, but because of Vix, I know it feels like you've been betrayed. Like the person deadnaming you is disregarding who you are and is saying that they get to decide who you are," said Lolbit.
"Accurate," said Puppet. "I don't really like being called Marie, even though that's how Mari, Marionette, and then Puppet became my name. I really wanna change my name to Marionette so I can say Puppet is my nickname, but my dad..." they shrugged. "He's fine with me being agender, but he doesn't want me to change my legal name because my mom was the one that wanted to name me Marie."
"Oh, wait! Did you find out about Lefty's eye yet?" asked Goldie.
Lefty's eye had been a conundrum their entire lives. He'd obviously lost it, seeing as the eyepatch he wore was never taken off. Nobody knew what happened to it.
"No, he doesn't want to tell me yet. Besides, I don't want him to feel like I'm just using him to get answers," Puppet said. They'd struck up a friendship with the enigmatic boy simply because they were locker buddies in eighth grade. "Leo's really a nice person once you get past the antisocial exterior."
"Yeah, and there's a reason we all call him 'Lefty'," mentioned Springtrap, sitting back against the roof and lighting another cigarette. "Because they say the only thing we know about him is that he's left-handed."
"Well, I know plenty of things about him!" argued Puppet. "He likes Hamilton, Black Butler, and Undertale. He's an only child. He's a damn good singer, makes amazing coffee, and," they rubbed their hands together. "He's a part of the queer community."
"Nice," Goldie said, leaning back. That's all he had to say- nice. It was nice, but he knew he shouldn't pry. A yawn suddenly took over his mouth.
Springtrap, who looked like he was about to fall asleep smoking, said, "D'you need to use the sleep?" He suddenly looked horrified. "Maybe... I need to use the sleep."
"Hi, I'm Springtrap and I use unoriginal jokes!" shouted Lolbit.
"Shush..." he muttered, letting his head fall against Goldie's shoulder.
Goldie snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffed it, tossing it off the rooftop. "Stop smoking. You're going to ruin your health," he said.
"Can't help it... Uncle Vince got me hooked," he mumbled.
"You do know we're still on Lolbit's roof, right?" mentioned Puppet, even though they looked pretty tired as well. They'd obviously been running on Lefty's coffee the entire day.
"We've slept up here before," Lolbit reminded them.
"Yeah, but it's not the warmest night," Puppet pointed out.
"Who cares..." Springtrap yawned. "Me 'n Lolbit have been waitin' for you two for hours... 'm exhausted."
"I'll be right back," Lolbit said quietly. She scooted over to her open window and slipped inside briefly. She appeared again in a moment, holding a few plush blankets. She handed them up to Goldie wordlessly and climbed back onto the roof, draping a blanket over Puppet and another over herself.
Goldie got close to Springtrap and laid the final blanket over the two of them. Then he closed his eyes and finally drifted off.
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