Sup guys. I'm so sorry for how long it took me to post this chapter. I've been busy with school, had a couple of surgeries, and got distracted by other things as well. But any ways I hope you enjoy. I should have mentioned this earlier, but I do read the comments and I believe I've answer all of the Questions so far. But if you have any, just ask and I'll try to answer.

Violet's POV

It's been about a month and a half since the incident between Marion, Springtrap, and Nightmare's teams. I had just gotten my lunch From the school lunch area and found an empty table by the windows in the cafeteria to sit at. As I put my tray on the table and began to sit down, I was tackled by a gray figure. I laid on the floor as the figure began licking my face.

"Hey Doll," I laughed, "Come on girl. Heel, heel."

The figure stopped and got off, so I could see the gray wolf sitting patiently to my left, wagging it's tail.

"There you are," a some what deep, male voice exclaimed.

I looked straight in front of me to see Mike Schmidt, one of the students on my team. He was a little taller than me and my age, which is sixteen, with dark gray eyes and a black field cap on his head, covering his buzz cut. He also wore a white, short sleeved, button up, dress shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans, black sneakers, a chrome wind-up wristwatch, and a black belt with a silver belt buckle. On both sides of his belt, he had a 1911, chrome, colt pistol.

"Mind if we join you?" he asked.

I noticed then noticed that he held a bowl full of meat in one hand, and a tray with a cheese burger, fries, carrots, and water in the other.

"Not at all," I replied, "Please, sit with me. Besides, I really could have someone to talk to right now."

Mike sat across from me to my right at the corner seat, with Doll digging into the bowl of meat on the floor by him.

"Where are the others," I asked, refer to the rest of the team.

After swallowing a bit of his burger, he answered, "They should be here soon. I just ran ahead because Doll and I were starving."

Doll look up from here meal and agreed with a slight bark. After an ear scratch from her master, Doll went back to eating her lunch.

"But judging from the time I left them and the time now," he went on, "They should be here right about...now."

"Hey," a voice behind me yelled, "What's up Violet?"

I looked over to see Fritz walking towards us with Jeremy and Goldie following close behind him.

Fritz was my age and a bit taller than me, but a little shorter than Mike. He had ginger hair with a few freckles sprayed across his fair skinned face. The black, ray ban glasses made him look somewhat nerdy, although he actually could be at times. His clothing consisted of a light blue long sleeved dress shirt with black epaulets that's tucked into black jeans, a black tie, and black, semi-formal shoes. At his sides, he had twin batons, with a thick metal covering the striking end and each about two feet long from the bottom of the hilt to the edge of the striking end. He also had black leather lanyards on the bottom of the hilts to keep them from falling out of his hands and for a little extra reach.

Jeremy on the other hand was a year younger and a bit shorter than me. His turquoise eyes could still be seen even though they were mostly covered by his moppy brown hair. He wasn't as shy as Mangle, but shy nonetheless, and a bit wimpy as well. He had on the a blue t-shirt, only a bit darker than Fritz', dark blue jeans, and dark brown sneakers. Strapped to the back of his waist was his weapon, a giant butterfly knife. The hilt was two feet long, and the blade was one foot and eight inches long.

Now Goldie though, he was a different story altogether. Of all of the Fazbear brothers, he was the oldest, and in Violet's eyes, maybe even the most powerful. He was seventeen and taller than Foxy, but still shorter than Spring. His eyes were pure black, including where the whites should be, light golden hair, and skin that was somewhere between pale and fair skin. Clothes were of a black long sleeved dress shirt, a golden vest with black buttons, a dark purple bowtie, black dress shoes and pants, and a solid gold ring on the ring finger of his right hand. Strapped to his back, in black leather sheath with golden framing, was a two-handed, golden gladius, with a blade of three feet and a hilt of about eight inches.

I smiled at them, "Hey guys. What's up?"

"Nothing much," Goldie answered with an angelic voice that could seduce any woman who heard it, "What about you?"

"Same here. Unless you count being tackled and smothered in dog drool by a certain gray wolf?" I asked, gesturing towards Doll.

Fritz laughed, saying, "I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Only because that'll be a daily routine soon."

I giggled and rolled my eyes, "Sit down already, before you drop your foot. I'm not going to have Team Guardians embarrass their teacher in front of everyone in the cafeteria."

They laughed and sat down. Fritz sat to my right, across from Mike, and Jeremy sat across from me, with Mike to his right and Goldie to his left. Even if Jeremy is a bit of shy guy, the only people he's not shy of is Goldie and Mike. According to the records, Mike and Jeremy had known each other forever, and Goldie just had one of those, kind of auras that just made people around him feel safe and be able to trust him with almost anything.

After about three minutes of talking and eating, we were met by some familiar faces. Marion had walked over with Mangle, BonBon, Chi Chi, Chica, Bonnie, and to my surprise, Shaon following behind him.

"May we join you?" Marion asked.

"Of course," I answered.

Them sat down, with Marion to my left, Shaon next to him, Bonnie next to Chica, Chica by Goldie, BonBon by Shaon, Chi Chi next to her sister's boyfriend, and Mangle by BonBon.

A minute later, I finally asked, "Ok, what's he doing here?", as I pointed to Shaon, "Didn't he attack you guys?"

"Actually," Bonnie began, "He never wanted to hurt anyone."

"Come again?"

"Yeah," BonBon followed, "Turns out, if Shaon didn't fight us out there Fredward and Chicow would have done it while we slept."

"Plus, he even had a student tip off Marion and Nightmare about the attack. So he's actually the reason we're probably the reason we're not hurt or worse right now."

"No," Shaon said in a blunt tone, "You shouldn't speak of me with such high regard. I still injured you guys, and if Team Midnight hadn't shown up I might have seriously injured Mangle."

I leaned forward a little to see him. His mouth face mask was hanging around his neck. Even though this was the first time I've seen all of his face, what caught me was his eyes. Even though they're seen every day because they're basically the only facial feature that can be seen, today they were different. Today, they were full of disappointment and regret. Disappointment in himself for fighting, and regret for not doing something else to stop Fredward and Chicow.

I was brought back to reality by the cracking of knuckles. I turn to see Goldie with his arms on the table, clenching his fists. He scowled at a far of space, tilting his head forward in a position that caused the rim of his top hat to create a shadow across the to of his face. The shadow made a perfect camouflage for his eyes.

"Miss Violet," he said in calm, creepy tone, "Please remind me to visit my dear brother, Fredward after school, so I can beat him till he begs and cries like a baby for me to stop."

After he finished, everyone, including myself, leaned away from him a bit. Well, everyone except Marion. He laughed in an even creepier tone. The laugh of one who is completely insane.

Marion caught his breath. "Why haven't you introduced this guy to me sooner Violet?" he asked excitedly from under his mask, "He seems like the kind of guy I'd enjoy testing my strength against."

This put everyone's attention, even Goldie's, on Marion. Instead of the menacing scowl he, Goldie now wore a face of confusion and amazement, showing that Marion's little comment had definitely caught him off guard.

But he soon began chuckle with a grin, "I'm able to strike fear into all but two people. My parent aren't even of the few who can't be fear stricken by me. But you, you're not afraid of me in the slightest," he mused as he but his elbows on the table and his hand folded under his chin, "The two people who don't fear me are my grandfather, Franky Fazbear, and my younger brother, Freddy Fazbear. But now there seems to be three, seeing as I've now met you, Mr. Marion."

"Seems so," he replied, amusingly.

I was beginning to think that allowing these two to meet was going to end badly, when I remembered something. I then leaned over towards Marion and whispered in his ear. When I finished, he nodded and stood up.

"I almost forgot," he said, "Springtrap, Professor Balloon, and I have something really important to tell you boys. So if you ladies would excuse us, we need to get going."

"Be right there," Bonnie commented, after a drink from his Coke can that he'd gotten from the school's vending machine, "Just let me finish my pizza real quick."

Before he could even take another bite of pizza, Marion appeared behind Bonnie and held to his neck a machete, with two foot long blade, curved, black hilt, and a silver cross guard, that he literally formed straight out of the shadows.

"Let me rephrase that just a little," Marion began in a spine tingling tone, "You're going to put down your pizza, throw your trash away with the others, and follow me. But if you don't want to, I can always break both of your arms and legs, and drag you by your hair instead."

Bonnie put down his pizza, and put on a nervous grin with his frightened eyes. "You now, I think I'm actually full right now," he stated in a shaky voice.

"Good," said Marion pulled away his machete, dispersing it into a black smoke of shadows, "Now, let's get moving before I start getting agitated."

All of the boys quickly got up and dumped their trash in the trash cans on the opposite side of the cafeteria. As they left the cafeteria, Marion stopped and turned around. I could feel him looking at me. I gave him a smile and a thumbs up. He nodded again and and rejoined the others. This left only me and the rest of the girls at the table.

"Man," ChiChi said, breaking the silence, "You're boyfriend is really scary."

I flicked my right arm, turned around, and threw a throwing knife at her left hand, making it land between her middle and ring fingers. This caught their attention.

"He's not my boyfriend," I denied as my face began to feel warm, "Besides, he only took the boys away because I told him to."

Chica pulled the knife out of the table and tossed it back to me. "Why?" she asked.

"Because I wanted to talk to the four of you alone," I answered, catching the knife.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" Bon Bon enquired.

"For one," I said, "I want to know what you think of your team teachers."

Chica answered first, with,"Well, Marion , while terrifying, is extremely powerful and considerate of others. I only say this because when he fought us for testing, he was considerate enough to hold back compared to the amount of power he showed in defeating Fredward so easily. Infact, I think that we haven't even come close to seeing him fight at full strength."

I nodded and turned to the other three.

"I believe that Springtrap is the same," spoke Bon Bon, "In the fact that we haven't seen his full strength, that is."

"And he definitely can be scary at times," ChiChi added.

"But he is kind hearted and very sweet," Mangle implored, but then blushed bright red immediately afterwards.

I closed my eyes and smiled. "Well, it all comes down to three things," I concluded, "One, Marion hasn't changed a bit. Two, Springtrap should take Mangle on a date some time," Mangle yelped, making me giggle, but I then looked at them and continued, "And three, I'm glad that my friends are in such safe hands."

This had shocked them. Apparently, they definitely weren't expecting that. But they recover with smiles on their faces, knowing that they all had just made some new friends.

Pr. Balloon's POV

Ever since that incident with teams of those brats Franky, for some reason beyond me, calls Fazbear Security, other students have broken out in fight, just to see each other's strength. Some were stopped before they ever started, but others were ended mid-fight.

I stood at Franky's desk, with him turned around in his chair looking out the windows. My old friends, and fellow teachers, Mari and Vincent stood at my sides.

Mari,to my left, was a 28 year old, pale skinned, woman, with midnight hair, light gray eyes, and purple lines tattooed vertically under her eyes. Her height was 5.10, so she was seven inches shorter than me. She wore a short, black cloak, gray leggings, a black, long sleeved tunic (with the sleeves being very loose), gothic, military formal gloves, and black combat heels going above her ankles and making her an inch taller. Her weapons that shown only included her two handed straight sword she keeps strapped to her back and her twin glocks with extended barrels in their holsters strapped to her thighs. The rest of her arsenal wasn't really much, but they hidden either way.

Vincent, to my right, was a 29 year old man, with long, shaggy, purple hair with the back in a ponytail, fair skin, and purple eye like that Violet girl's. He was six foot, making him five inches shorter and one year younger than me. He had on a purple tank top that you could see under his purple grey 3.32 armour phase (a type of chest armor), black SOF gloves, combat boots, black, emerson, gen 2, pants. His weapons included a cz shadow pistol with an extended clip holstered on his left side, a frost cutlery, survival knife with a one and a half foot blade sheathed on his right backside, and a large, magnum axe strapped to his back.

The three of us had the same thing on our minds.

"This can keep going on like this," Mari began.

"She's right," agreed Vincent, "If this keeps up, there won't be enough students left for this school to thrive on."

There was a pause before I spoke up, "We're right and you know it Franky. We need to make a plan to stop these fights."

Franky sighed and turn to face us, stringing his gray, ducktail beard. "If your quite finished," he replied, looking at us with his sunset blue eyes, "I'd like to be able to get to the auditorium on time please."

This was not on the list of responses we expected from him.

"Why do you need to go there?" asked Vincent.

"Well if you had stayed in your classrooms and gotten the email I sent you five minutes before you even arrived, you would know that I'm about to reveal my plan to stop this contest of strength."

I responded first with, "You mean you already have a plan?"

"Yes," he answered, "I do."

"In that case," Mari commented, "Let's get show on the road."

And with that, we left for the auditorium. On the way there, my mind couldn't stop thinking about the one question I've had since I met our little security team.

"Who are those kids, really?"

The only information in all of their files are their names, age, and height. It didn't mention their medical history, family, danger level, abilities, and fighting styles. Heck, it doesn't even show the real face of the Chief of Security.. But Franky seems to trust them even more than he trusts his oldest friends. We knew Franky when he was still young, yet these kids seem to know him better than us. Franky tells us everything. So why won't he tell us how and when he even met them and why make them the security. Something was being hidden from us, and I plan on finding out exactly what that is.

We separated from Franky once we reached the auditorium. He went around to enter from the backstage, while the three of us went through the main entrance and stood in the back. We found all but two of the security members standing to our right. Springtrap and Plushtrap were to our left, with Plushtrap sitting on one of his brother's shoulders.

"Hello," Springtrap greeted us.

"Hello," Mari answered.

"How are you pretty lady?" Plush asked.

Mari giggled, and Vincent and I grinned. This child, the innocents was so pure in him that I forgot about how they were hiding something.

"I'm well," Mari went on, "And you?"

"I feel so alive, that I could fly," he proclaimed, almost falling off of Springtrap's shoulder.

"Settle down Plush," Springtrap chuckled, then nodded towards the stage, "Franky's about to begin."

Once he arrived at the microphone in the center of the stage, Franky raised his six foot kommando survival hammer, the shaft being most of it, silencing everyone.

"Student and teachers of The Fazbear Academy, it's come to my attention that there have been fights breaking out around the campus for two weeks. After a long and careful amount of thinking, I've come up with a solution. Starting next week, there shall be a tournament to see who in this school is the best warrior we have."

"OK, either I have hearing problems, or he's starting to lose it," I thought, turning to the other two, finding the same shocked expressions on their faces.

Murmurs began to take life in the students. The only ones not dumbstruck by this were those security kids.

"The tournament will put students against students, teachers against teachers, teams against teams, teammates against fellow teammates, and students against teachers. Some rounds will have teachers joining their teams, others will have only certain members of a team face off. Also, some rounds will even be just one contestant against two contestants, whether they're on the same team or not, or against a whole team."

"Yep, he's lost it."

"First there will be elimination rounds. After that, there will be twelve contestants left for the semi-final rounds, which shall consist of nine rounds. Then, the final round will pit the three finalists against each other in a free-for-all. Each portion of the tournament shall take place on separate days. The rest of the rules shall be announced on the days each of the separate portions take place. Until then, I find it in your greatest interest to train as hard as you can, so that you'll be prepared for battle either by yourself against one or multiple opponents, or with one or multiple comrades against such odds. But before I dismiss you, I would like to say that the twelve who make it two the semi-finales but not to the finals are of the best warriors here, with the two who lose in the finale round being the strongest under the victor of that round. So with that, I wish you good luck in your strive to win and prove who's the strongest here. You are now dismissed."

As everyone else began to leave towards their classes, Mari, Vincent, and I found the nearest, empty staff room and closed the door behind us.

"What is he thinking," Mari exclaimed, "Is he trying to get someone killed."

A thought appeared in my head. "Don't think of it like that," I said, "Think of this as an opportunity."

Both of them gave me confused looks, with Vincent asking me, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that this is a chance to find out more about those security brats," I explained, "Haven't you found it weird that Franky has more trust in them than us, and that there's barely any information on them in their files?"

Both of them thought for a moment, then nodded to me to continue.

"With this tournament, we can find out how each of them ticks. Also, we may be able to find out more about their past from information gathered from the infirmary when they go after a battle to either just assess any wound they might have, or if they seek medical attention for any obvious wound that they have. Plus, if they lose blood from either a wound, or drawing some so that they can donate it to another student who needs it, we can read the results from analyzing the blood sample. Either way, whatever secrets they're hiding, I have a feeling that this tournament will expose those secrets to us."

The other two smiled, with Vincent chuckling, "Balloon, I think you just made my day."

We then each headed back to our classrooms, all of us thrilled at the thought of solving this mystery of who those security kids really are.

Before you comment about any typos, the word "kommando" is a real word, I double checked. Also, I have 2 questions that need answered myself. Can I have more than one OC? Also, can I have characters from my fanfic be an OC of mine?