EPILOGUE.

WARNING!

This is short. Do not expect this to last long. (I'm sorry if that disappoints anyone. I know that a lot of you really liked this.

This is set when the triplets are one. Faith now exists, but she has been taken away by Mari because he was too scared of the others finding her. Mangle supports his decision to leave and has done her best to cover for him. None of this information is relevant, because this is basically me having fun humiliating my cousins who I based the triplets on. My littlest cousin is ironically the idea for the oldest child here. Thanks to Zak and Caleb (two of the previously mentioned cousins) for providing enough dumb childishness for me to exploit on the internet. And thanks to Finley for playing about with me every so often. Your embarrassment will not be as extreme. This is my revenge for you four calling me a butt and a boob for two hours straight. TAKE THIS B*TCHES!

Sorry about that. But I'm serious. Time to exploit their childhood…. *evil laugh*

Brian = Caleb / Brendon = Zak / Brad = Finley / Chix = Maiyah

"MUMMYYYYYYYY! BENDON HIT MEEEEEE!"

Chica sighed. She really missed the bliss of only having one child. If she'd know the next ones would be triplets, she'd have waited another year or two. "Alright Brian, calm down. Brendon, stop hitting him." She felt a tug at her skirt and looked down to find Chix staring up at her, eyes wide.

"Mummy?" she said. "Can I go shopping tomorrow? It's Casey's party at the weekend and you promised you'd get me a new dress!"

"Of course sweetie. I'll make sure I take you tomorrow. Why don't you go see Bonnie, huh sweetie?"

"Okay!" she agreed brightly. She skipped off happily.

Chica went into the play room to check on the boys where she found Brian sitting huffily in the corner, scribbling on some paper, Brendon watching TV and Brad on his tablet, taking care of a virtual dog.

"You boys behaving in here?"

"Yes." They all droned in unison.

She raised an eyebrow, but decided to give them the benefit of the doubt and left. She was barely two feet away from the door when she heard a loud bang from the room. "BOYS." She yelled sharply.

"SOWY" Brendon called.

"IF YOU DON'T BEHAVE, YOUR FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS WHEN HE GETS HOME."

"SOWY MUMMY!" They all said. "PWEASE DON' TELL DADDY!"

Chica shook her head in despair and walked away.

Foxy was away for the weekend, and that meant Chica had been watching the kids alone. It was hell. If Bonnie wasn't watching Chix for her a lot, she didn't know what she'd do. Freddy had been a big help too, always offering to take one of the boys out or to come with her when she was taking them places, but as helpful and supportive as they were being, she just wanted her husband back. He was the only one the boys would listen to no matter what. She had gone two days without him and he'd be back tomorrow so there was no point in worrying about it now.

Three hours later

"Boys?" Chica called. "It's time to get ready for bed.

"NOOOOOOOO!" They all screamed.

"Yeeeeesssss," Chica muttered, mockingly. She went through, hands on her hips, only to find that the boys were nowhere to be seen. "I swear to god," she whispered. "BOYS! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" No response. "I'LL TELL YOUR FATHER!"

Three balls of fluff fell out of the closet. "NOOOOO! PWEAS NOT DADWY!"

She tutted at them. "Then you'd better behave!" she told them. Brendon wobbled to the drawers, using anything and everything to hold him up, and tried desperately to open their pyjama drawer. Brian crawled after him and Brad butt-shuffled to them. Between the three of them, they managed to get the drawer to crack open a little bit. Only a little bit though; not enough to take anything out. Chica laughed at them, and then knelt down to help them.

EPILOGUE 2.

You didn't think I'd only give you a tiny lil' bit like that, did you? Hell no. And I'm going to dedicate this to one of the biggest helpers in this story: Son of Jason, A.K.A Justin. Thanks for helping me out with Foxy's Tale when I got stuck, and always proofreading things and listening to my silly rants!

This one is set on the triplets first day of school. They start as a team, giving them a distinct advantage over other young people. Enjoooooyyyyyyyyyy!

Chica gazed after her youngest kids lovingly; glad they were finally old enough to be shoved into a building away from her, for six hours a day, five days a week. Thirty hours of calm a week. Total and utter bliss.

"C'mon!" Brendon said, dragging his brothers behind him. "We're gonna be laaaate!"

"But I'm scawred!" whimpered Brad. "What if the other kids don' like us?"

"Who cares?" he replied. "We've got each uver!"

"Unwess the teachew puts us in diffwent cwasses." Pointed out Brian.

"Don' be so negatif!" protested Brendon. "It'll be funnnn!"

"Noooo, Bwendun!"

"Come oooonnnn, Bwaddddd!"

They argued for about three minutes before Brian got bored and walked away without them. Both of them immediately shrieked and started running after him. "Bwiann! Where are you gowing!

"To schoowl! We'rwe gonna be wate!" he moaned.

"Wait for us Bwian!" they called pathetically.

EPILOGUE 3.

I hope you didn't doubt me again! I know I said this was short, but what I really meant was each 'chapter' is short. There's a few more. This one is dedicated to Allergy Relief. Thank you for supporting all my stories and letting my use Pluto so much! (None of the dedications so far are actually related to the stories; they're just people I think deserve to be shown appreciation.)

This short is set when the triplets have their first sleepover with one friend each equalling six rambunctious little kids, running around Chica and Foxy's home. Sounds like a great idea, huh?

"RRRRAAAAAARRRAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!" yelled the kids. They were playing war…. At eleven pm. Chica went to get them to go to sleep.

"Okay kiddies; that's bedtime. Get into your pyjamas and get into bed now. It's very late."

"NO. WE WANNA PLAY!" Screamed the triplets.

Chica took a deep breath, and walked back to her room where Foxy was sitting. "I think you should deal with this."

He stood up. "I suppose I should." He walked into the boys' room perfectly calmly, straight through the 'warzone' and stopped in the middle of the room. The noise quickly died down. He took a breath. "GET INTO BED RIGHT NOW." He yelled. He walked back out of the room without another word.

Once back in his own room, he turned to Chica and said; "Check on them in about five minutes."

Five minutes later.

Five minutes had passed, and Chica was about to go check on the boys. Before she left, she leaned over and gave Foxy a kiss. "Thank you, honey. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He grinned. "Not have as many kids to deal with?"

"Ha ha ha, very funny." She walked through to the boys' room where she found them all lying in bed, perfectly still, not making a peep. In fact, two of the friends and Brian even appeared to be asleep.

"Night night, boys. Go to sleep now. I'll make you some pancakes in the morning."

"Okay mummy. Night night." Said Brendon and Brad.

"Goodnight Miss Chica," said the friend.

"Goodnight sweetie." She smiled. She walked out of the room, basking in the perfect silence. Rare and beautiful. And so blissful.

For about ten seconds.

EPILOGUE 4.

So this one is a little different; focusing on Mangle and Mari rather than Foxy and Chica. I'm going to dedicate this short chapter to KudleyFan93, and this one is dedicated to this specific person for a reason, and it's because of a certain plot twist that I think she'll like. Thank you for always inspiring me and makes such amazing stories, and just for being so plain sweet! You're an awesome person and author.

This short is about one of the rare times Mangle visits Mari. She has convinced herself that Faith was a mistake she only made because she was drunk, and that she doesn't actually have any feelings for Mari. She only visits him when she knows Faith is at school or seeing a friend so that she never meets her. But this time, something went a little wrong…

Mangle pulled her hat down in case she passed Faith as the child was leaving for school. It had never happened before, but she always hid her face just in case. As she reached the close she looked around, making sure for the last time that Faith was nowhere to be found. She pulled out her phone to text Mari.

"She's out?" she texted.

"Yep." Came the reply a few seconds later.

She went into the building and up to Mari's apartment. She tapped on the door and waited for him. He opened the door after a few moments.

"Hello Mangle," he smiled. "Always a delight to see you." He opened the door and gestured for her to go inside.

She nodded and smiled back, stepping inside. "You too, Mari. How have you been?"

"A little off," he replied. He lead her into the living room and they sat down. "It's a bit of a problem, what with my powers."

Mangle tilted her head. "What happened with your powers?"

Mari sighed. "When you have my kind of powers, there are two things that can happen when you get sick. Either they dry up temporarily, or they go totally nuts. Unfortunately, I'm the latter."

"Ah. Has that been causing any problems with Faith?"

"No, she knows to just keep her distance and she can pretty much take care of herself. She's doing very well with her own powers- she's already mastered age spells, which is extremely useful for times like this."

"I can see how that would come in handy. How much does sickness get in the way with powers like yours?"

"Quite a lot. It's pretty dangerous for me to be alone because my powers can do some rather… strange stuff."

"Oh?"

"One time someone in my family turned themselves into a rat and got lost. They were found by my great aunt six weeks later and she nearly squished them."

Mangle looked shocked. "Seriously? Is that why you said you were busy the rest of the week?"

"Yeah, I've been going to see friends and having people around as much as possible. This was the only day that no one was around except you."

"At least I was there I guess."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Mangle muttered her next words under her breath. "Not have a kid and still live with your best friends?"

"Would you like some tea?"

"Oh, yes, thank you." She smiled.

He went into the kitchen and started to boil the kettle. He was getting the mugs when all of a sudden he was hit with a wave of dizziness. He automatically reached out to hold onto the counter, but couldn't find it. He slowly realised he wasn't moving, and that his darkened vision wasn't being caused by the dizziness- he had passed out!

Meanwhile Mangle had been sitting idly on the couch, swinging her legs when she heard a smash, followed by a bump. She was worried, and went through to the kitchen. "Mari? Are you okay?" She looked down and saw him lying on the floor. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?! Mari!" She frantically tried to wake him up, when all of us a sudden she was thrown back by some unseen force, and landed against the wall. She shook her head and sat up. "Mari?" she said uncertainly. There was a strange smoke around the spot Mari had been laying. The smoke slowly started to clear, and Mangle peered through it trying to find Mari. She looked around for a while before she heard a quiet noise on the ground. She looked down and saw, to her absolute horror that Mari had… shrunk? He was the size of a toddler, and was looking up at her, totally confused.

"Mango?"

Mangle stifled a laugh. "Did you just turn into a baby?"

"Mango?"

"You turned into a baby!" Mangle shrieked with laughter, tears streaming down her face. "A baby! That's amazing!" she was laughing her head off, almost rolling on the floor. "You're literally a baby!"

She got up and went over to him. He was sucking his thumb, totally oblivious.

"Wait… do you still have your own mind?"

"Ga goo!"

"… crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. Not good. This is no longer funny. Oh god. How do I deal with this? Ahhhh, god." She picked him up and put him on her hip. "Okay. Breathe. I can do this. I just have to take care of him until Faith comes home- wait, I can't be here when Faith comes home! I can't let her see me, but I can't leave him alone… I have to tell somebody! But who the hell will understand this and help?! Craaaaapppp…." She looked around for inspiration. She spied Mari's phone on the counter and suddenly remembered a certain pair of mischievous twins who, as much as they loved havoc and mayhem, were two of Mari's closest friends and would surely help him out of this pickle. Quickly, she picked Mari up and balanced him on her hip before reaching for the phone. She tried to remember his password, but she could only remember that it started with a 4. Groaning in desperation, she handed the phone to the tiny baby she was holding and prayed that he wouldn't drool on it. Mari grasped the phone with his little hands and started tapping, seemingly randomly.

"Don't just tap- unlock it dammit!" She muttered angrily.

Mari continued tap-tapping. Eventually he handed it back with a big smile on his baby face and looking very proud of himself. He had locked it for the next three hours.

"Oh my god, this is ridiculous. I don't have the twins' numbers, how the hell can I contact them?! Oh god… I'm gonna have to call Ted and hope he doesn't ask any questions…"

She pulled out her own phone and started tapping in Ted's contact name (Grumpus). Mari tried to take her phone too, but she pulled it out of his reach. He pouted, but thankfully didn't cry. Mangle dialled the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um, can you give me Goldie's number?"

"Goldie's number? What on earth do you need his number for?"

"Ummm…. R-reasons….."

Ted sounded very suspicious. "What reasons?"

"Ummm…." She sighed exasperation. "Oh never mind!"

She hung up, groaning again. She looked at Mari. "Well what am I gonna do now? And you better be potty trained, you useless gumball!"

Mari giggled and drooled. Mangle had to admit, he was pretty cute as a kid… but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was finding some way of contacting the twins.

Ten minutes later, Mangle had put Mari in one of Faith's old playpens and surrounded him with things to keep him busy while she ransacked the apartment. It was unlikely that he would stay put, but she couldn't carry him the whole time. She started searching through drawers, hoping he'd have a notebook with people's phone numbers in it. No use. There was nothing.

Mangle groaned and leaned her back against the wall. She was going to have to face Faith. There was nothing else to be done.

Then she heard the snickering outside the window. She was on the fifth floor. It couldn't anyone but-

She stalked over and flung the curtains over, revealing the twins levitating outside, cracking up.

"GOLDI! I SWEAR TO GOD, HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN OUT THERE?!"

"The whole morning," Goldie giggled.

"We promised Mari we'd keep an eye on him," Golden chuckled.

"Never imagined you'd show up."

"Noticed you were hiding from your kid too."

"H-Hey! What proof do you have she's mine?! That's just ridiculous!"

"Come on now," Goldie said scornfully. "We might be goofy, but we ain't stupid."

"It's pretty obvious when you know Mar-Mar as well as we do!"

"So, do you want our help or what?"

"I am majorly pissed off at you two now… but I can't deal with him without you. So yes."

"Alrighty! Time to deal with this baby!"

"Uhhh, Goldie?"

"Yeah Golden?"

"How do we do that?"

"Errrrrrmmm….." Golden was evidently thinking very hard. "Babysit him till Faith gets home and hope she knows what to do?"

"That works!"

And so Mangle opened the window, and the two swooped in. They remained levitating since flying is funner.

"So where'd you put the li'l guy?" Golden asked, leaning against the ceiling.

"He's in a playpen over there-" Mangle had started leading them while she talked, but upon looking at the playpen, Mari was most definitely NOT there.

"You sure? That playpen looks pretty empty to me."

"OF COURSE I WAS SURE YOU USELESS BLUEBERRY! HE'S RUN OFF SOMEWHERE!"

"Nah," said Goldie casually. "He's right here."

And he was right there, standing right next to Goldie.

Yes. STANDING. Something babies can't do. Makes sense, since he wasn't a baby. He was a very embarrassed, very much back-to-normal, Mari.

A/N

Well… I guess it's over?

I can't believe how far this story has come. I thank everyone that has followed, favourited and just read this story. I love you guys. And I'm sorry for the massive delay. I had this whole thing and- Ugh never mind. The reasons don't matter. I'm going to try my hardest to write more for you guys, but I'm gonna stop making promises that I can't keep. And I promise this is the last time I change my alias.

Peace out, Rae-Rae xx