>>foxy'x p.o.v<<
I sighed and looked at the clock. 12:20. Five minutes to lunch. However, the food didn't seem appetizing to me right now.
I sadly looked to my right. Next to Mike is where Mangle would've sat, but she wasn't here today. I was worried about her. After what happened on Friday she wouldn't talk to anyone. She didn't answer my calls, my texts, my voice mails. Nothing. She was scared and of course, I understood that but I just wish she would talk to me.
I didn't want to be at school right now. I wanted more than anything to just hold her in my arms and tell her everything would be okay. To tell her that when she's in my arms nothing can hurt her, because as long as I'm here, I'd die before I let someone touch her.
"Foxy, come on. It's time for lunch." Someone said. I looked up and saw Bonnie. I sighed and stood up, slowly walking to the cafeteria. After a few seconds of staring at my walking feet, Bonnie nudged me. I looked at him and he had concern etched on his face.
"You okay?" He asked. I nodded.
"I'm just worried about Mangle. She's not answering me." I said with a sad complexion. He sighed.
"Yeah. She doesn't answer any of us. We're all worried. I think even Chelsea's a bit scared." He said with a smirk. I laughed lightly.
The cafeteria was flooded with students, as usual. The line was long, too long. I scanned the room and saw the ticket booth.
"I'm not hungry. I'm gonna go buy some tickets." I said to Bonnie as I walked off before he could convince me that I needed to eat.
"Two tickets please," I said as I placed the ten on the booth. She grabbed it and stored it in a box. She then took two tickets from a second box.
"Who are you going with?" She asked as she handed me the tickets.
"Hmm?" I asked, not paying attention until that point.
"Well you bought two tickets, so I was just wondering who the second one is for." She replied as she drew on the table with her finger.
"Oh. Um, Mangle." I replied and placed the tickets in my wallet.
"Oh, that's sweet. Is it like a charity thing?" She asked. I immediately stopped what I was doing.
"Excuse me?" I asked, confused as to what the hell that meant.
"Well, she's got that weird eye that's all black. It's pitiful. That must be the only reason you're going with her. For brownie points or something, right?" She replied. I was dumbfounded by what she was saying.
"Brownie points?" I asked in disbelief. She laughed.
"Yeah. I mean why else would you go with a freak? You could easily pull any girl."
My confusion quickly turned to anger and I could feel my entire body go hot. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from flipping out. After slightly regaining my composure, I slowly leaned on the table to be at eye level with her.
"Listen here, bitch. Mangle is just about the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. You may be pretty, and popular, and have most guys wrapped around your finger but I will not let you talk about Mangle like that, because she's 10 times more beautiful than you inside and out. You wouldn't be able to make it through half the things she's been through."
"You go ahead and try to go to school with a disability and be constantly tormented with vile names to the point where you don't even want to live anymore. Go ahead and try to have your father taken from you by a dumbass who can't follow the rules of the road. Go ahead and try to hardly ever see your mom because she's always working to keep you alive. Seriously, try it."
"Try it all and see if you can make it to where she is now. And you know what? You're right about one thing. Mangle is a freak and freaks are different from normal people. And I sure as hell would rather her be different than be anything like you." I said with a growl. Her eyes were wide and she looked on the verge of tears. I quickly turned and walked back to the table, too furious to do anything else. I sat down with the gang and they all looked at me with surprise-stricken faces.
"Geez Foxy, I didn't know you were that passionate about Mangle," Freddy said with a laugh. I smiled. Neither did I.
>>timeskip<<
It's already Thursday and Mangle hasn't come to school yet. This isn't like her. The dance is tomorrow and I don't know where she is. I sighed. I suppose I could visit her after school. Yeah, I think I'll do that.
>>mangle's p.o.v.<<
I lie on my bed with my face pressed against my pillow contemplating whether or not I should go to the dance. I sat up and sighed. I can't hide from the world forever. Or can I?
There was a noise outside my door. No! It's that Purple Fuck! I threw my pillow at the door and hid under my blanket. I managed to keep my breathing silent. After about 30 seconds, I slowly peeked my head out from under it. There stood my mom with a box in her arms and her eyebrows raised.
"Oh. It's you. Heh. Sorry." I said as I sat back up. She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Here this was at our doorstep and it's addressed to you." She said as she placed the box on my bed and walked out. I stared at it for a minute and saw my name messily scrawled across the top. I placed my shaky hands on top of it. What if this was from that guy?
But something about that messy scrawl was familiar. I grabbed my pocket knife and cut open the tape. I held my breath and slowly opened the flaps. As my eyes landed on the contents of the box I gasped.
It was...
It was the dress.
I quickly pulled it out of the box and admired it. I pulled my white pajama top off and pulled it over my head. It fit perfectly. I went back to the box and saw two more things. The first was a beautiful pair of white heels and the second was a piece of paper. I grabbed it and read.
"Dear Mangle, my beautiful princess,
I saw you looking at this dress at the mall, but you didn't buy it. It was probably too expensive but I knew it would look stunning on you. I can't wait to see you in it tomorrow."
I looked in the mirror and sighed. This did look stunning on me. This must have been the doing of Foxy. Wow. I can't even. I quickly walked to the bed and grabbed the heels. I slipped my feet in them. They to were a perfect fit. I stood and walked. You know what, I think I will go to the dance.
>>timeskip<<
>>angel's (mangle's mom's) p.o.v.<<
I moved around the kitchen to the music as I cooked dinner. The water boiled in the pot and I made sure the top was covering it. As I moved to the music I heard a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked over. Twisting the doorknob, I looked outside.
There was a young man with longish red hair, a gold eye, and an eyepatch over the other. He had on a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt. Instead of two hands though, he had a hook on one. I laughed.
"Hasn't Halloween passed already?" I said with a smile. He laughed.
"Uh. Y-yeah. I-I'm looking for Mangle." He said, stuttering slightly.
An accent?
Wait a second!
"Your name isn't by chance Foxy, is it?" I asked as I opened the door more.
"Y-yeah. It is." He replied and scratched the back of his neck. I gasped. Oh my God!
"Please, come in. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you!" I said as I ushered him through the door. He nodded and stepped in, although before he got any further than the welcome mat he stopped and bent down. I stood and watched peculiarly. He pulled off his shoes and set them by the door. He stood up and looked at me.
"Wow. I didn't even have to tell you." I said with a smile. He smiled back.
"My mom makes me do the same. I thought it would be impolite not to." He said as he stood.
"You can sit down," I said as I motioned to the couch.
"Oh. T-thank you." He replied and took a seat. I laughed. How adorable. And so gentleman-like. I already love him.
"I'll go get Mangle," I said as I walked up the stairs.
"Mangle, sweetheart, there's someone here to see you," I called.
"Who?" She replied through the door.
"Well, you'll have to get off your lazy bum and find out yourself," I said with a smile. She groaned and I made my way back downstairs. I walked back into the kitchen and heard the door open.
>>mangle's po.v.<<
I slowly trudged downstairs. Who would come to see me? I turned the corner and was surprised at who I saw. It was Foxy. He turned his head towards me and instantly stood. Before I could react, he had his arms around me in a hug. My cheeks turned scarlet and I slowly hugged back.
"Y-you weren't answering my calls, texts, voicemails, nothing. Everyone's so worried." He said as he pulled away and held my shoulder with one hand. I averted my eyes from him. The guilt inward slowly swallowed me up. He sighed.
"I bought your ticket." He said as he grabbed something from his pocket and handed it to me. It was a small white and blue slip with snowflakes. I smiled.
"T-thanks Foxy," I replied. He blushed and nodded.
"Anyways. I should be going now." He said as he grabbed his shoes. I nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said with a smile. He nodded and waved.
"Bye."