Disclaimer: I only own Kat and Ophelia.

A few days later, Ophelia was sitting in her fashion design class. She had the "pleasure" of sharing the class with Jessica.

To be fair, Jessica avoided Ophelia so she in turn avoided her.

"Listen up, class," Professor Turner declared at the front of the room. "Today we'll be doing something new this semester."

Murmurs were heard through the room. Ophelia rolled her brown eyes and wondered how Kat was doing back home, this being her first semester with all online classes. She pulled out her sketchbook and started drawing randomly.

"Ophelia and Jessica."

Ophelia's head snapped up so quick that she was surprised she didn't get whiplash. What did she miss?

"Great, partner up."

Ophelia was trying to process what was happening when Jessica awkwardly sat next to her while the professor handed out packets.

"You two have the roaring 20's." the professor informed them.

Ignoring the brunette, Ophelia stiffly flipped through the packet in hopes of making sense of what she was supposed to be doing.

"We're supposed to research and write a paper then make outfits from that time..." Jessica awkwardly supplied. She twiddled her thumbs. "So, um..." She sighed. "We don't have to meet up or anything. If you want to make the outfits and I can do the research."

Ophelia just nodded, ideas already running through her head. As much as she didn't like Jessica, she had to admit she had great fashion taste.

"If you want your sister and friends to wear the clothes, which I'm sure you do, I won't come to class that day," Jessica rambled. "I know you guys don't like me."

The blonde grunted as she flipped to a fresh page. She had to get her ideas to paper and Jessica's talking wasn't helping.

"Oh, that's nice," Jessica commented, peering down at the paper. "Is that for your sister?"

"Kat," Ophelia ground out through gritted teeth. "Her name's Kat."

The brunette blinked in surprise. "Kat, pretty name. Is that for Kat?"

"No."

"Oh, okay." Jessica stood up as the class was dismissed and gathered her stuff. "Guess I'll start researching."

Ophelia stuffed her sketchbook into her bag. She thought about asking her professor about switching but decided against it.

"Ophelia, can I talk to you a moment?" Professor Turner asked.

"Damn it," Ophelia swore to herself. She approached the desk. "Yes?"

"Are you okay? You seemed distracted?" The professor asked in concern.

"Yeah, just fine," Ophelia lied with an uneasy smile.

"Is it your partner?"

"Personal," Ophelia said with a shrug.

"Well," Professor Turner began. "I suppose I can switch your partner if you can do something for me." He hinted, putting a hand on the blonde's arm.

I-I'll consider it," she stuttered. She hastily exited the room, her mind now racing with what just happened. She considered calling Kat or Foxy, who was currently home before his afternoon classes, in case Kat doesn't answer.

"Hey, Lia, what's wrong?" Freddy asked. He and Chica had been waiting for the blonde.

"Um, nothing," Ophelia lied. She pulled out her phone. "Anyone know how Kat's doing?"

"I'm sure she's fine," Chica assured her.

Ophelia hummed lightly before tapping on Kat's name. "Pick up," she muttered. "Please pick up. Voicemail." She tried again.

"She's probably doing homework," Freddy offered, making sure Ophelia didn't drop her bag or run into anything.

Ophelia dialed Foxy next. "Fox," she said the second he picked up. "Where's Kat?"

"Well hello to you too," Foxy replied sarcastically. "I think she's upstairs."

"Can you get her? She's not answering."

"Why?"

"Just get her!" Ophelia snapped.

"Okay, okay, geez."

Ophelia heard Foxy mutter something under his breath. "I heard that!" She sank into a chair in the cafeteria.

"Lia, what's wrong?" Chica questioned. She took Ophelia's bag and placed in on the floor.

"You look pale," Freddy noted. "I'll get something for you to eat."

"She's in the shower," Foxy said on the other end. "I think she was at the gym."

"Well, get her," Ophelia prompted impatiently, making Chica look uncomfortable at the thought.

"I don't feel comfortable doing that..." Foxy trailed off.

Ophelia growled before saying, "Well, then Chica and I are coming home."

Chica blinked in surprise. "I guess I'm going home." She stated.

"Come on, Chic." Ophelia stood up. "Let Fred know." She spotted said brunet. "Freddy, good timing; Chica and I are going home."

Freddy looked concerned. "Are you feeling okay?" He inquired.

"Fine." Ophelia tossed Chica her keys. "See you and Bon at home."

Chica shrugged at Freddy before following the older blonde.

FNAFFNAFFNAFFNAF

Kat brushed the last of the knots out of her hair and reached for the scale. She was nervous that Foxy would come upstairs and hear her.

She heard a knock on the door and blanched.

"Kitty?"

Kat choked on air. "Yeah, Fox?"

"You okay?

"Yeah, fine," Kat lied. She tossed the towels in the hamper.

"Ophelia called for you."

Kat opened the door nervously. "Um, what did she need?"

"I don't know but she said she and Chica are coming home." The redhead man studied Kat closely, making her anxious. "Are you sure you're fine?" He asked. "You look pale."

"I'm fine." The girl gently moved around Foxy. "I'm just tired."

"Do you want me to stay here?" Foxy offered. "I have my hybrid class first so I can stay."

"No," Kat protested. "I'm okay, I swear."

Foxy looked Kat up and down, noting that she was bundled up in multiple layers.

"I'm cold, okay?" Kat snarked defensively. She pulled her hoodie tightly around her as she walked to her room.

Once in her room, the redhead curled up under her blanket. She had finished all of her assignments for the week and wanted to sleep off the headache she was starting to get. Deciding a little nap wouldn't hurt, she nestled into the comforter and closed her eyes.

To the redhead's dismay, her door was flung open and a shrieking Ophelia practically flew into the room just as she was about to drift off to sleep.

"KAT!" The older blonde shouted. She body slammed onto the bed, just narrowly missing her younger sister.

Kat jolted up. "What?" She asked. She looked at Chica for an explanation. She clutched her head. "Did you have to shout?"

Ophelia grabbed Chica's arm and pulled her down to join the two. "I love you two," she blubbered. She pulled her sister and friend into a hug.

"Us too," Chica assured her. She was thrown off, Ophelia was normally the mom of the group and first to battle if one of them was hurt.

"What happened?" Kat asked. "I'm confused." She picked up her 101 Dalmatians Lucky plushie and hugged it to her chest.

"Lia, you're scaring me," Chica confessed. She pulled Ophelia up. "Can you tell us what's wrong?"

A hesitant Foxy poked his head in the room. "Will you be okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yes!" Ophelia replied. She motioned at the redhead man. "Head to class."

Foxy looked at Kat and Chica, who both shrugged in response. "Okay, I'll keep my phone nearby."

"Yes, yes," Ophelia cut him off. She let her head fall back against one of the pillows.

Foxy closed the door. The girls heard the garage open and close and sighed in unison.

"Guys suck!" Ophelia declared.

A/N: Thanks for reading.