Since my writer's block has FINALLY been cured, I'm just... on a roll with this writing. At the time I'm writing this AN, it's only been 13 hours since Chapter 3 went up.

Anyway, still no reviews, and still nothing to talk about so... let's get on with it!

Victoria 'Vixen' Foxe, or just 'Vix' at times, was not happy. First of all, it was a Monday. A School Monday. Second of all, it was so. Freaking. Early. Third, her sisters were nowhere to be seen.

The bed on the opposite side of her bedroom was empty, the window open, and if she leaned, she could see that the bed over in Maggie's room was empty as well. But she did have a feeling as to their locations, so it wasn't all that bad.

Following her hunch as to one sister's location, she got out of bed and headed over to the window. She peeked out, and sure enough, Lola and her friends were up there- Springtrap, Golden, and M- no, Puppet. Their name was Puppet.

"Up and at 'em!" she chirped loudly, the four awakening with a start. Springtrap immediately threw off the blanket over him and peeked at Golden's watch. "Shit. Shit, shit shit. I gotta be home. Bye guys," he said, throwing himself off the roof and into the bushes. He emerged a few moments later with an "I'm okay!"

Golden spoke next, saying, "I should probably get going too. Puppet, come on, I'll walk you home."

"Alright," they said as Golden started moving carefully towards the ladder. They followed him, and soon enough, the duo were on their way.

Lola scowled as she went to pick up the blankets. "You gonna help me, or what?"

"Nah. I gotta go track down Mags. Seeya."

"She snuck out AGAIN?!" Lola screeched. "Ah, that little shi-"

"Girls?" a woman's voice called. "Breakfast!"

"Kara!" Lola hollered, slipping back into their shared room. "Maggie snuck out again!"

"She WHAT?!" Kara, the stepmother of Vix and Lola, yelled.

"Yup," confirmed Vix as the twins headed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"She- agh!" Kara's palm met her face. "What am I going to do with her...?"

"I don't know. Now, I was hearing talk of breakfast, so..." Vix trailed off.

"Right, right, of course," said Kara. She reached for two plates on the counter, both with eggs and bacon on them.

"Thanks, Kara!" chorused the sisters, taking seats at the table.

"You're welcome," she said, smiling.

Kara had long, light blonde hair- likely because of her Scandinavian descent- and grayish-blue eyes. Despite the rumors that step-family were all the spawn of the Devil, Kara and Maggie were both perfectly nice people. Kara had married the father of Vix and Lola about a year ago- and it was amazing to think how far all of them had come in only a year.

"Y'know," said Lola, finally. "I thought hiding my keys would keep her home. Seems like she's way too determined to leave at night."

"She's a free spirit," Kara sighed. "If only I knew where she went, though..."

Suddenly, the front door opened, and a sheepish-looking Maggie stood in the doorway. "H-Hi, Mom."

Kara fixed her with a glare as she closed the door behind her. "Where in the world were you?"

"Scott's house..." Maggie said quietly.

Kara sighed. "Of course. Now go upstairs and change, you aren't wearing those to school. You slept in them, for goodness's sake." Then she turned to Vix and Lola. "I'd suggest you two hurry up. The bus will be here soon, and you know what that means..."

"We miss the bus and friends can't get us, then we have to walk, because you leave when the bus gets here," recited Lola, sighing as she finished her breakfast.

"Exactly," Kara replied, taking Lola's plate and bringing it to the sink. Vix finished just after her, and brought the plate over herself.

Then she turned and headed for the stairs.

Mangle tapped her heel impatiently. She had no idea if Teddy would pick her up (which he wasn't technically allowed to do, since he had only recently gotten his licence) or if she'd have to walk, since the bus had already passed by. The three were simply too slow- they couldn't have made the bus even if they tried. And her mother would have been late for work if she stopped to drop the girls off.

Vix was waiting as well. She always had to walk, but she did it with her friends. Her little group would always stop at Vix's house, then they'd duck into the woods and run for their highschool, which wasn't too far if you cut through the woods.

Lolbit suddenly shouted, "IT'S ABOUT TIME!" as a dark indigo car pulled up. She raced towards it, flinging herself into the backseat, slamming the door, and what happened next was lost, as Goldie sped off (that car was definitely his, Puppet's was black).

So now it was just Vix and Mangle.

Finally, Mangle's phone buzzed. She swore under her breath as she read the message. "Teddy can't drive us. Looks like I'm walking," she said to nobody in particular- maybe Vix. "Bye."

She ducked into the woods. Her long, light-pink hair was left free that day, and she wore ripped jeans, a white Ocarina of Time T-shirt, and her black jacket. She ran through, not stopping, taking a hard right, and finally emerging from the woods onto the sidewalk, about two blocks from the school.

Mangle stopped running, and she grabbed the straps of her backpack to try and lighten the load on her back and shoulders. Her walking became slower, since she had plenty of time, and almost stumbled as she walked. She was tired as all hell, having stayed up super late at Scott's house. Worst part, there was no time for breakfast or even coffee, so she was hungry as well.

To keep herself awake, she fingered the bracelet around her left wrist. It was simple, a regular gray chain with a single, plain, yellow charm. Fidgeting with it usually helped to ground herself, if she felt sleepy or disoriented, or let her mind wander if she was bored. It was really a matter of situation.

She crossed the street to the block her highschool laid on. As with the rest of the walkers, she headed in through the front doors, the same ones the bus riders went in, but since only one had arrived- and it was too early to let the kids on it out- she went straight to the cafeteria.

After walking into the cafeteria, where everyone who was early and didn't have a club to get to hung out until classes started, she scanned the tables. It was likely that Teddy, CC, and Blair would be there, possibly even Scott and the others, too.

"Lora!" Vix popped up on her toes to give the taller girl a hug of greeting.

'Lora', usually known as Ballora, smiled, returning the hug. She had pulled her dyed indigo hair in a bun, and her eyes were magenta, to match her glasses. She wore black skinny jeans and a blue silk baggy top.

Another girl, this one very short, popped up. She had curly red pigtails and emerald eyes. Her white top hung loosely off her frame, the black strap of a sports bra was visible by her shoulder, and her red skirt bounced with her movement. Her name was Bailey, yet most of the time, she was dubbed 'Baby' because of her petite form.

Their impeccable outfits caused Vix to look down at her own- a pink dress, jean jacket, and white Converse. She'd pulled her ever-curly hair into a low ponytail as well.

"Hey," said the final member of the group. "I know that look," he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders. His name was Francis, and he was Vix's boyfriend of five months. "You look absolutely amazing today," he assured her. His blue eyes enchanted her, and his light-pinkish-purple dyed hair was messy, like he'd just rolled out of bed (which, knowing him, he had).

Vix's lips turned up into a smile as the four began the trek to the school.

"We're probably going to get there literally right on time," mentioned Baby. "Since Bal was taking so long. Hey, we've been friends forever, and you never told me your middle name was Cassidy!"

"Well, it is," Ballora huffed. "I didn't know your middle name was Elizabeth until a few weeks ago, so ha."

"What's this about middle names?" Francis asked, turning to look at the duo. "If it counts, mine is Gabriel."

"Same," said Vix.

Francis gave her a look.

"Well, Gabriella now."

"That's what I thought."

Puppet yawned and stretched as the first bell rang, the one signaling that the buses were letting kids out and that the cafeteria and club kids were supposed to start going to their classes.

Puppet had picked out a black sweater and black leggings to wear that day. The straps of their black binder were barely visible on the sides of the sweater. Nevertheless, it was a look that they liked.

Goldie and Springtrap both headed off in another direction as Lolbit turned to them and said, "Are you ready for hell?"

Puppet began getting their books from their locker. "No, not really. French is so stupid. I think it wants me to go crazy with all the weird pronunciation and spelling."

CC walked up to the girls. "You ready?" She had on a black tank top under a white crop top with sleeves that exposed her shoulders. The crop top said 'Let's Party!' and had confetti around the words. She also wore a pink skirt and black shorts underneath it, which were visible if you looked at her legs.

"Avoiding getting dress coded like a pro!" Lolbit raised her hand for a high-five. CC gladly accepted.

"Well, you kind of are too," said CC. "If that skirt was just a little bit shorter, my Chem teacher would immediately send you down."

"Is that so?" asked Lolbit. She was wearing a purple skirt, a white top with bracelet sleeves (which are, if you didn't know, sleeves that reach just barely past the elbow), and orange boots with a small heel.

"Mmm-hmm. Now, walk me to class," CC demanded playfully.

"Yes ma'am," said Puppet, grinning.

CC was not in the same French class as Lolbit and Puppet- she instead had German, right next door, and since their routes to class often intersected, the three would walk together sometimes, which was, admittedly, a little awkward since CC was a sophomore and Puppet and Lolbit were seniors.

The trio faced the direction their classes were in, exchanged looks, and set out.

A man stood at a table. He frowned, arranging pictures. "No, it can't be him," he muttered.

He squinted at another one. "Hmm... it might be her," he admitted.

He brushed a lock of brown hair out of his face. It was loosing the purple dye.

"I'll find you... I'll find you," he stood back, admiring his work.

"I swear, I will. I will put you back together."

His expression turned dark.

"Even if I have to hunt you down."

"One. By. One."

So! What did you guys think? I'd really like some feedback this chapter! Who was the man at the ending? Who was he looking for? Why is Springtrap such a dork?

All will be revealed in due time...