Author's Note: Hi guys! Me again. So, I'm kind of balancing one story on another, since I'm also working on another story, the actual CANON one. It's called "Generations," and I plan to post it when I get a DeviantArt account. It's sort of a comic type thing, so… Okay, enough with the note. Let's get going!
WARNING! STORY CONTAINS QUITE A BIT OF VIOLENCE AND BLOOD, SO IF THAT ISN'T YOUR THING, FEEL FREE TO READ SOMETHING ELSE!
P.S.
Toy Freddy = Samuel (in this AU)/Sam
Toy Bonnie = Blue
Toy Chica = Claire
Marionette = Mari
Mangle = Molly (in this AU)
Chica = Chelsea (in this AU)
Foxy = Felix (in this AU)
"Don't call 911! PLEASE don't call 911!" Molly begged Freddy. He just laughed. "Call 911? Haha, I'm not going to do that! Why, I'm just planning on killing you here for trespassing this much!" Claire's eyes widened in shock and fear. Was he really going to do that? "N-No!" Molly choked out and started crying. "Please don't kill us!" Blue narrowed his eyes. "LISTEN, SIR! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HURT ANY OF THEM, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE!" He yelled at Freddy, which made him laugh. Is this guy sadistic? "Hey, chill, I was just kidding! I won't call anyone or say anything, okay? But you should really go back home."
"But we don't want to!" Sam objected, stomping his foot. Molly whimpered. "I can't go back home… I don't have any parents." Freddy looked at Molly and sighed. "Okay, I guess if all of you want to stay here, you can. But don't go around saying you're seventeen to everyone." Sam, Blue, Claire, and Molly gasped in delight. "YES!...WE WON'T!...THANK YOU SO MUCH!..." They shouted. Claire almost wanted to hug him, but that wouldn't show much respect. "Okay! Let me show you to your dorms. Follow me." He lead the younger animals inside the building. Claire whispered to Molly, "So you're also younger than eighteen?"
"Yeah," She replied. "When I was thirteen, my parents were killed by humans. That's when I started hating them, so the next year I joined the WoS. I was hidden pretty well until… that happened."
"I'm so sorry that happened to you," Claire said with sympathy. Molly must have had such a tough life. The Putal chuckled. "It's not your fault," She told her. Quickly changing the subject, she said, "You know, last year the humans tried to hang me on a tree… BY MY TAIL! But then one of our people, Felix found me and got me down as quickly as possible. My tail was all twisted up, and not only that, but I got cuts on my face from bumping into the tree a zillion times. Because of that, some of the guys here call me 'Mangle.' Isn't that stupid?"
Claire laughed. "It sure is. You don't look Mangled at all!" She said, until she noticed that Molly had a faint scar on her left eye. "Well, except for your eye." She admitted.
"Yeah, that might not go away." She replied, rubbing her left eye.
"Okay, boys!" Freddy told Sam and Blue, who were in front of the girls. "This room is yours. You will be roommates." They looked inside.
"Whoa! This room is neat!" Blue exclaimed, looking inside.
"Thank you, sir." Sam said to Freddy. The large bear chuckled. "No problem, kid." He looked at the two girls. "Okay, unfortunately, you two can't be roommates."
"What?!" Claire pouted. "No fair!"
"Aww," Molly groaned. "Am I stuck with Bonnie again?! I don't want a guy for a roommate!"
"I'm sorry, Molly," He replied. "But there aren't any more rooms. Maybe next year."
"Hmmph, you always say that." The pink and white Putal muttered as she walked on her own to Bonnie's room.
A minute later, Freddy and Claire got to her room. As he opened the door, a knife flew just above his head, snipping off a small piece of brown fur. The general didn't seem to notice, but Claire did. She screamed and clutched Freddy tightly. He chuckled. "Don't worry, that's just your roommate!" He said cheerfully, trying to calm her down. Instead, her jaw dropped in shock. She let go of him and peeked into the room. Inside was a muscular fox, with a box full of knives. His fur was an brownish orange color, and his left eye was completely white with no pupil or anything. "Uhhh…." She started, dumfounded. "A-Are you sure he's my roommate? I mean usually girls are roommates with girls…" Or is that not the case here?
"Well, it IS like that here, but since there is an odd amount of girls in the camp than guys, some would have to share a room with them. And yes, he IS your roommate." Freddy explained with a grin. The chicken gulped. Noticing her concerned look, Freddy said to her, "Don't worry! He's VERY nice!"
"When he nearly threw a KNIFE to your head?!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. "I was aiming at the door. I didn't know you'd come in." The fox said in a rough voice. Claire crossed her arms. "Why were you even throwing a knife to our door?!"
"Our?" He repeated. His eyes widened, then narrowed down. "Well, crap." Claire laughed in a harsh manner, not liking her roommate. "This is OUR room now, not just YOURS." She stated. Freddy smiled.
"Okay, I've got a bit of work to do. Hope you get along!" He closed the door gently and walked away. As soon as he was gone, the older animal raced up to Claire with a knife in his hand. "Listen carefully," He whispered firmly and threateningly, grabbing her shoulder and raising the weapon. "You are under MY rules when your in here, newbie. And if you break them? I'll make sure you get sent as a gift to the Humans." Frightened, she nodded slightly. "O-Okay. " She uttered out. The fox let go of her as she brushed herself off, even though she didn't get dirty. "So… Uh… What's your name?" She asked, trying to make some small talk with her killer roommate. The fox frowned. "What's yours?"
"Claire, but I asked the question first." She said. "So tell me your name. I don't want to call you 'hey' or 'dude' all the time, okay? So tell me your name."
He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Felix."
Author's Note: Yay we introduced Foxy! AKA Felix if you didn't read above. Sorry for the short chapters, I can't write very long chapters otherwise I get bored to death. But I hope you liked my story! Please review any chapter for me and tell me if I made a grammar error or spelling error. Thank you! /
