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Chapter 20

The Test Result

A trio of friends, consisting of a bear, a rabbit and a chicken, were making their way to their class. It was their first class of the day, and it was History.

"Are you ready to face your topic test result?" the blue rabbit questioned one of her friends beside her.

"Considering that I had been mumbling the answers since the paper touched my table, I'm looking forward to it," the yellow cheerleader answered confidently with a smug look.

"Okay then," Bonnie trailed off with a smile on her face. "Are you ready to face Mr. Foxy?"

"Tough question; don't answer," Freddy whispered into ChiChi's ear quickly. The yellow chick pursed her lips, preventing from answering the tricky question, in its way. Bonnie snickered as they continued making their way to their class.

"So anyway," Freddy suddenly started as he opened the door to the History class. "They came up with this idea of making these scary animatronics into fluffy adorable- HOLY BARON THE FIRST!"

Freddy's sudden shriek caused the two female friends to jump out of their skin. They hastily peeked over his shoulder, noting that the class was almost empty except for the suspicious white vixen. They also noticed what he was shrieking about, causing them to follow his action.

Foxy was in the class too, leaning against the teacher's desk. Shockingly, his black leather eyepatch off which revealed what was underneath. It was nothing more than just his permanently closed eyelid. And it was an eerie sight to see.

The said eyepatch was on the table, with the said History teacher cleaning it with a soft cloth. It took him a little while to realize the trio's presence. He paused in his cleaning and nonchalantly looked up to them with a tired golden eye.

"Mornin' lads," he greeted warmly and a bit tiredly before continuing his cleaning. The trio was still in their state of shock, causing the vixen to giggle at their expression. Her giggle got covered up by Foxy's loud yawn as he opened his mouth wide open. "Ah, forgot me morning coffee," he complained under his breath.

The trio went to their seat but their eyes were glued to his face as he kept continued his cleaning on his eyepatch. More students started to enter and they had similar reaction. Foxy greeted them the same way as he did with the earlier three.

Finally satisfied that the eyepatch was clean, he put away the soft cloth into one of his three brown bags hanging on his left hip. He lifted the eyepatch to put it on but had a little trouble since he was one hand less. Seeing this, the white vixen got off from her seat and skipped her way to him.

"Let me," she said as she took the eyepatch from his hand. Foxy bent down and let her put the eyepatch on him. "There you go!" she exclaimed as she adjusted it.

"Thank you, lassie; an extra hand is always helpful," he said with giving his little sister a secret smile. She returned it before skipping her way to her seat. The students gave her a small investigative look before looking back at their teacher. Foxy noticed the attention he received and smiled.

"Something on your mind?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Some of the students were fidgeting in their seat, confirming Foxy's question. "Go on then; I wouldn't mind. We still have another fifteen more minutes. I didn't expect you all to be this early"

He waited patiently as he scratched the back of his head with his hook. He noticed that some of the students were hesitating to ask him a question. Surprisingly, Chimera raised her hand.

"No need to raise your hand for a question, lass; we're not in class time yet so don't follow the rules, for now," Foxy said before he gestured her to ask away, still scratching away.

"Are you born without a right eye?" she asked a bit cautiously, hoping that she did not trend on a thin ice.

"Nay, lass; I wasn't born without me right eye," Foxy answered as he stopped his scratching action. He purposely stopped talking and smirked a bit when that perked his students' curiosity. Magdalene was giggling at the far back of the class.

"Then what happened to it?" a student asked bravely, having enough courage to open his mouth. Foxy hummed playfully, playing with his pale red chin with his gloved hand. A playful smile played on his lips.

"What do you think?" he asked as he returned his hand back onto his chest. Multiple students spoke out at the same time, but Foxy managed to catch a few of them.

"Well, a lot of the students believed that you were born without a right eye, like what Chimera had said"

"Some students said that you lost it when taking down a bully who armed with a scissor years ago"

"Rumors said that you fought against a devil years ago. The devil managed to take your right eye before you defeated him victoriously. Because you are touched by the devil, you have to wear an enchanted leather eyepatch to prevent him from resurrecting through your eye"

Foxy chuckled good-naturedly but sweatdropped at the last statement. He shook his head before he gave them the correct answer; well, half-truth correct answer.

"I sacrifice me left eye for a life," Foxy answered simply. Because of his purpose choice of word, the class immediately exploded with questions; the fact of their fear – some of them, at least – towards him momentarily forgotten, replacing with unavoidable curiosity.

Magdalene giggled once more at the back of the class. She gave him an affectionate smile, and he secretly smiled back. At the same time, silent words were exchanged through their eyes.

"Oh look at the time!" Foxy exclaimed above the shouts, looking down at his imaginary watch. "It is time for class"

As if on cue, the bell rang on time, signaling it was time for class. The students whined in disappointment as they sank into their chair.

"Alright, quiet down," Foxy said, softly pounding the table to gain their attention. He would've clapped but he was lacking a right hand.

Well, he had a right hand now but he needed Mary for it. He looked down at his hook as her pretty face flashed in his mind. He released a small sigh and smiled softly before he started his class.

"All of you remember your test yesterday?" he asked them with a slight evil smile. The class went eerie silent, making his smile widened. "Looking forward to your result?"

All Foxy heard was incomprehensible mumbles from the students. He leaned back to pull a drawer from the desk. He pulled out a stack of papers and placed them on the desk; all eyes were on the stack. The students knew what those papers were.

"Know what this is?" Foxy asked the class slyly. Some of the students nodded while the others froze. Looking closely, Foxy saw that a few of the students had a confident smile on their face. "This is not your main test, yet you're already sweating"

"It might determine what our results will be in the future," one of the students said quietly but loud enough for Foxy to hear. The History teacher smiled softly, decided to release them from their torture. Instead of calling each of their names, Foxy went to each table to place their test result facing down.

"Don't open it just yet," Foxy said when a student was about to flip the paper. The said student put her hand back onto her lap while gazing fearfully at the paper. Once all of their papers were on their tables, Foxy returned back to his spot in front of the class. "Alright; now you can turn it," the History teacher said while crossing his arms over his chest once more.

Some of the students flipped their paper instantly while the rest flipped fearfully slow. There was a moment of silence before the students started to cheer while fist-pumping the air in triumph. Relief washed over them and pride immediately took over.

"Congratulation," Foxy said proudly with a toothy grin. "All of you got over ninety-five percent," he stated before chuckling when the students cheered once more. He looked behind him to the clock that hung on the wall above the barely used whiteboard.

"We still got some more time to continue our class," he stated before turning his head back around to face the students. "We move on to Richard Leon's Conquest, so quiet down," he ordered gently. The students complied, sitting back into their seats. One student raised his hand; an Anthrop horse.

"Is there going to be a test on it?" he asked, causing Foxy to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Are you suggesting it?" he asked back with a smile. The horse raised his nose high while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm confident enough to ace the test, like this one," he said confidently with a smirk. The smile on Foxy's face widened slightly.

"Well, what does the class think?" Foxy asked everyone. While a few of the students muttered their answer, some of them enthusiastically said that there will be a test on Richard Leon's Conquest, confident that they will get the same result as their previous one. Foxy grinned toothily with pride.

"Alright then; next week, we'll have the test," Foxy said before he started to clearing his throat. Seeing the sign, everyone sat quiet in their seat and opened up their ears to listen intently. Foxy was a little bit rusty on the subject; luckily he had already revised it last night so he remembered everything.

Hey, teachers revise too, you know.

The class went swimmingly. When the bell rang, signaling that the current class was over, everyone immediately stood up and slowly evacuating the class, bidding their History teacher goodbye as they left. Foxy yawned as his sister walked up to him.

"You still tired?" she asked him as he rubbed the fatigue from his eye. He shook his head to shake away his tiredness.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to revise the topic"

Last night was one of those rare nights where Magdalene had actually slept in her own bed. Frankly, it was the first night she had ever slept in her own bed for the past five years. Foxy took the advantage to do his work without disturbing his little sister, kissing her first before sitting at his desk.

"Luckily I already finish readying the test," he said with a sigh of relief. It looked like his work didn't go wasted afterall. He was about to open his mouth to speak when the classroom door slammed open, revealing a familiar pair of cats.

"Magdalene!" Katie and Katherine shouted together as they stormed up to the stunned white vixen. Each grabbed one of her arms and carried her out of the class without any other word except for Magdalene's confused babble.

The door slammed shut behind them, leaving Foxy alone in the class as he gazed at the said door, stunned at what had just happened. The door opened once more.

"Hey, Mr. Foxy!" both Katie and Katherine shouted their cheerful greet at him with a big wide smile. He gave the pair a smile and a wave of his hand. The door closed once more, gently now. Foxy chuckled as he heard Magdalene kept babbling her confusion. He closed his eye and sighed, letting it echoed through the empty room.

"It looks like me own little sister has got taken away from me," he joked to himself, chuckling at it. His chuckle echoed through the room. He had never known that the room had been this empty with him alone.

His hand went to one of the three brown bags that hung on the left side of his hip. He opened one, the one that was not contain the soft cloth. He smiled slightly when the safely kept item was unharmed.