As a reminder, this fanfic has nothing to do with anything sexual apart from a bit of coarse language and slightly suggestive themes. This is when it really starts to go weird, sorry if it's a little choppy and took too long - I was busy with homework and was having terrible writer's block until I started reading about the Black Dahlia murder.

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CHAPTER 2 - When It Starts To Get Weird.

"I miss Fetchit! Why does he have to be replaced with that piece of crap Ostrich? Don't get me started on those worthless piles of (shirt) I used to call my friends!" Foxy moaned.
Goosey wondered why she was even on the phone at this time.
She was sick of listening to her ... err... 'Friend' whinge and whine over the phone at 3:00am.
The nerve of the girl! First she knocks her out, doesn't apologize and then she expects her to listen to her PMS-ing nonsense way past their bedtime.
"And you better kick that stupid cat out of the group! She needs to go, and you need to get my diary back from her, understand? Or are you on her side now? If you are, I'm going to kill you and skin you and roast you on a-"
Goosey finally cracked and hung up.
The phone rang once more.
Just in case it wasn't Foxy, she picked up again.
"You hung up on me! I hate you! How dare-"
Click!
Goosey unplugged the phone line then tried to bring herself back to sleep.

It had only been a day since she had lost her false popularity and Foxy was already growing depressed. Rage built up inside her system - She needed revenge. She had considered trying to obtain Nat's diary, although it was clear that she didn't keep one.
Foxy sat alone before school started; outside the library where she plotted her way of removing Nat's popularity the way she took Chicken Little's place in the social crowd - humiliation.
Abby noticed the fox's chunky figure on its own in the open. She gathered up the courage to approach the ex-queen-bee. "Hi Foxy..."
Thoughts were running through her miniscule brain, she then realized that the 'losers' indeed had true friends - something she didn't.
Not even the nastiest person had the nerve to try and make friends with her bullying victims, but Foxy responded to the duckling's greeting. "Uhhhh... Abby? You're still a loser but... I'm sorry for hurting you all those times." And with that, she promptly walked off to find a quiet spot on her own. CL looked to Abby, confused. "Abby... what were you thinking?"
"I really think Foxy is returning to the person she was before the acorn incident... Maybe she'd be nice to us again." Abby realized how stupid she sounded, though Runt of the Litter her took what she said to heart.
"Yeah, I think the whole popularity thing got to her head…"
"Glub." Fish out of water simply looked behind him, ogling a butterfly.
"Abby… Have you lost your mind! She's probably going to EAT us!" CL shouted, shocked at what the ugly duckling had said.
"Eatcha? Tha three a y'all, maybe..." A single-striped skunk placed her hands onto the shoulders of Abby and Fish, her tail wrapping around Chicken Little. Her turquoise eyes looked up at Runt of the Litter. "As fo' YOU... She told me she was onnah diet... I don't think she'd be botha'd ta go through all ya fat...".
"Leave us alone, Skunky!" Runt shook his cloven hoof at the female skunk in front of him.
"Whoa man! I was only statin' that there ain't a chance that Foxy's gonna eatcha!" Funky Skunky ceased all physical contact with the group, looking away from the pig's glare.
Runt advanced further onto Funky, a crazed look in his dark brown eyes. Abby Mallard was quick to notice what was happening.
"Runt, please..."
"Oh, ya wanna fight then? Yanno, it ain't fair... ya might fall onta me!"
The musteline's tail swished up and down while her right foot clawed against the ground, a warning sign of what was to come next.
The swine was preparing to make the first strike when his opponent swiftly turned her hindquarters towards him, then spraying him with pungent liquid.
"I think thatsa improvement on how ya smell!" She chuckled at her own joke before leaving the now terrible smelling pig and his friends alone.
"Gee… She's like Foxy with stink glands! – except she has a grudge against you and not me…" Little commented on Funky's obnoxious behavior while covering his nostrils.
Abby fanned her face. "Sorry Runt, I read in New Scientist that no matter how often shower, only time will get rid of that stuff… Unless you have something like Stink Sherriff that shortens the lasting period to three days if used twice daily."
Fish looked over to the others, feeling quite fortunate that he cannot breathe air. His attention quickly turned to a spot of dirt on the glass. After he finally managed to clean it off, the bell for first period rang.
The first class that day was Personal Development with Mrs Shortbeak the toucan.
"Okay, children. Today we are learning about prescription drugs. Can any of you tell me what an analgesic is?"
A gray mongrel of a gecko wearing a shocking amount of makeup eagerly raised her hand.
"Yes, Greta?"
"It's something you stick up your butt!" The reptilian female answered, one-hundred-percent confidant her answer was right.
The entire class burst into laughter, even the misfits couldn't hold in their giggles at the ignorant lizard's answer.
"Err, quite close..." Mrs Shortbeak was blushing slightly. "An analgesic is a pain-killer, like Panadol or Herron. Some analgesics are in fact suppositories, which are the pills you place in your rectal area."
Runt of The Litter raised his hand.
"What is it you have to say, Runt?"
"I had a suppository put in yesterday afternoon at the doctor's."
"Err.. That's... Nice to know... Now please take out your textbooks and turn to page 193..."
Foxy had managed to blend her sulky premonthly mood with her usual mean streak by now, leaning back to whisper into the enormous pig's ear, the fact she was holding her nose made her sound quite comical. "Oh Runt, let me guess the doctor put BOTH his hands on your shoulders?"
Runt glared at the older student in front of him, until suddenly remembering the event was in fact how she had described it.
Greta Gecko decided to butt into the conversation. "Was it Doctor Crapper by any chance?"
"CAP-per..." Runt whispered back, harshly. "Don't pick on me, Greta."
"Him? He has a reputation for sodomizing kids. Especially mammal boys who smell bad!" Greta grinned, bearing her teeth to allow her to breathe through her mouth. Despite being a mere inch-and-a-half taller than Chicken Little, she often scared those around her.
Mrs Shortbeak peered over her glasses at the whispering students. "Please get back on task."
Runt got back onto his work while Foxy got back onto doodling pictures of her killing Nat with a chainsaw in her exercise book. Greta simply leaned back and did what she did in every lesson she bothered to attend - absolutely nothing.
Foxy leaned diagonally backward, practically breaking her back to reach Greta's desk. "Greta, you're in class for once..."
"Yeah, I was dragged into this by Claire. She told me Sex Ed was on." Greta eyed Foxy's position. "Why didn't you just pass a note?"
"Arg, Shaddup. That makes me feel dumber than you..." Foxy grumbled at the scaly little wall-climber, returning to a more comfortable pose before tearing a piece of paper from her book.
Nat Cat tapped on Chicken Little's shoulder. "Psst. Pee-Wee… Look at this." She passed him Foxy's diary, opened to the page where she had written about her crush on him.
CL thanked her, then read through the page in disbelief. "That's disgusting… Abby… A relationship is all about honesty, and I'm being honest when I show you this." He passed the book to his girlfriend, who felt sick as she read each misspelled word of the page.
"That's shocking… I never thought she of all people would think such a thing…"
"I know. I've always wanted to read Foxy's diary… so I can blackmail her with it… but I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing this disgusting piece of information." The tiny chicken was turning green, he felt as if he couldn't read any longer without regurgitating – he then realized it was only the smell of skunk spray which lingered around Runt which was causing him to feel nauseous.
Nat smirked while trying to hide the fact she felt like she needed a bucket fast. She was quite proud of herself for snagging the place of queen bee and hoped that the diary would be passed around to everyone in the entire school.

As the days went by, Foxy was humiliated further by the discovery of her personal information to the point she truanted entire schooldays.
That Saturday, a 10-year-old puppy named Robert Howler found the dead body of poor Nat Cat. Robert called out in shock as soon as he realized what he had seen was real.
Soon, the scene attracted a very large crowd.
It was a horrifying sight - Her limbs, tail and torso had been separated from each other, the wounds sealed with wax.
The face on her disembodied head, found around two feet away from what was left of her body was grotesquely mutilated, slashed from the corners of her lips to her temples, giving her the macabre grimace of a deranged clown. Her lime-green eyes, lids expertly sliced from her face, stared into the sky without seeing the crowd whom peered over her.
"Poor girl... I sure hope she died of something else before that bastard cut her up like that!"
"...Or bitch. I heard about how she'd been reading out Foxy's diary. I think she tried to silence her." Myrtle Turtle's breathy, sugar-sweet voice was rarely heard, as she hardly spoke. After flicking her ash-blond side bang from her face in a failed emo hair-flip, she gently pushed it back onto her face with a stubby golden-brown flipper.
"Foxy is pretty stupid, but not stupid enough to leave the body in clear view. This is just like the Beth Shrew murder!" CL exclaimed.
"Have you ever killed a spider and just LEFT it there as a warning? Cause I have, and that's what happened with Nat, I guess... There are probably more to come." Greta Gecko explained in her usual psuedo-intellectual techno babble. She hadn't screamed at the sight of Nat's corpse, as there were others around her.
Runt of The Litter angrily stomped a hoof, his eyes fixated on the rejected ornamental reptile in front of him. "How would you know, Greta? Perhaps you did it, didn't you, you cold-blooded killer!"
Abby sensed conflict brewing once more, and so gave a quick response as she did during the incident involving Funky.
"Don't jump to conclusions, please! Gret does actually have a point there... Someone wouldn't have gone to all that trouble of sealing the wounds and mutilating the face if they didn't want the body to be seen..."
"Well most people think only an idiot would think the sky is falling! CL is not dumb! I still think Greta did it!" Runt said this all pretty quickly and loudly, and then began to hyperventilate.
"I actually think it's a good chance Foxy did it... She just gets so jealous over nothing..." The turtle stated the obvious, seeming unusually calm about the matter at hand.
"It'd sure explain why she hasn't been around to make my life hell for the last few days..." Chicken Little responded to Myrtle's comment.
Greta shook her head. "I don't think Foxy did it, though... She's not evil. And for your information, Runt the C, I would be trying my best to frame someone like her if I did it!"
The surrounding animals grew quiet - so quiet, in fact that one could swear they could hear Greta's cranial nerve-endings mourning over her brain - as they did believe she had lost her mind since she used the last of her wit and charm to attract the popular crowd.
"Bubble Bubble GLARGH!" Fish out of Water's eyes widened in an expression depicting a mood of disbelief.
"What is it, Fish?" Abby asked, concerned.
The orange goldfish pointed his fin towards a dragonfly – perhaps someone's pet - dressed in the usual attire of a burlesque queen.
"Fiiiish! Nat's been murdered and you're looking at some spoilt dragonfly! How… mean!" Greta scolded Fish, who looked up at her, confused.
Myrtle turned to leave, then looked back and gestured for the others to do the same. "… Let's go, the police wouldn't want us clogging up the scene."