Golden Pain(Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction)

Long Day VERY Long Day...

((A/N: I will be putting either Mickalie or Golden above what I write instead of the *** that I've been using. I think it will help clarify who's point of view it is, instead of you trying to guess, since this is written in the first person))

Golden:
"Hey! What's your problem!?" School just ended, everyone's making their way outside through the lobby(but there's really no point, the busses aren't here yet, seriously guys!?), and I see a boy who looks to be around 17 or 18. He's towering over a young girl that looks to be in her freshman year. She looks scared, and the boy is smiling. Getting a closer look at his face, I recognize him from last class. Well, now that I think about it, all my previous classes. His name is Justin, I think...

"I don't have a problem. Stay outta this, new boy!" He turns his head towards me, still leaning over the girl. I can see a tear roll down her cheek.

Oh, if only he knew the things I have done... He wouldn't be picking a fight with me. "Excuse me? Don't call me new boy, first of all. Secondly, leave the girl alone!"

"Don't tell me what to do, new boy!" He continues to mock me. "I do what I want, when I want. You can't take me," He smirks at me. A dare. Alright, challenge accepted.

I look down at my feet, then return his cold stare, a wide grin plastered on my face. "Oh? Is that so?" I tilt my head to the right a little bit. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see," I sound insane. Look insane. In my peripheral vision, people are backing away. Feels nice, to know people are scared. Now, I just have to take care of this jerk... I take a step towards him.

His smirk fades. Good. One less problem I have to take care of. I can see it in his eyes, he's challenging me.

"Oh, I'm gonna pound ya, new boy!" The slight waver in his voice. Unnoticeable to anyone else, but obvious to me. A sign of weakness. Huge mistake.

I ignore him. "What's your name?" I ask the girl, turning a kind gaze toward her.

"J-Jenna..." Her voice shakes, she stutters.

I give a slight nod, turning my gaze back to Justin. "I'll tell you one more time. Leave Jenna alone," I tell him firmly, my voice a strange, scary kind of calm.

"Oh yea? Or what?" Well, I did warn him, didn't I?

I'm not sure how, I certainly don't remember walking over to him, but I'm right in front of him. I guess this is what people call a blind rage. "Or this," I say, then my fist flies forward, connecting with the side of his jaw. He stumbles backwards.

"You little...!" He growls, running at me.

"Run, Jenna!" I call. She gulps, nods, and bolts into the crowd.

Justin raises his fist as he runs, preparing to come back with a punch to the nose, if I'm predicting this right. Either way, he's much too slow. I nail him in the side with a roundhouse kick. Since when was I so good at fighting? Anyway, he falls to the floor. Some people around me snicker and giggle.

He tries to get up. "I'd just stay down if I were you. Unless you're up for round two?" I ask rather innocently.

He flashes me a dirty look, gets up slowly, and walks away. I'm not worried about him telling an adult. He's not gonna admit to anyone that he just got his ass kicked by the 'new boy'.

Where are the adults anyway? Shouldn't this place have at least one teacher on bus duty or something? Hey, I'm not complaining.

The lobby erupts into a jumbled mix of laughing, cheering, and clapping. I can pick out a few comments.

"Dude, that was so awesome!"

"How the hell did he beat Justin!?"

"Who is this kid!?"

"Think his name is Golden Demores, somethin' like that."

"Who even cares!? He beat Justin!"

"Justin didn't even land a hit!"

"He brought him down with just a punch and a kick!"

Mickalie runs out of the crowd, followed by Jenna. Did they know each other?

"That was so totally awesome!" Jenna tells me cheerfully.

I shyly smile. "Uh... Thanks... It wasn't really much though..."

"Wasn't much!?" Mickalie exclaims. "You beat Justin. With a kick and a punch!"

I shyly chuckle. "Hey, Jenna. Hope you don't mind me asking... What grade are you in?"

"Me? I'm in twelfth. Senior year, just like you guys," She replies, looking up at me. But she's so short...

"Wh-what!?" I exclaim rather loudly. Hope it didn't sound rude...

"What is it?" She asks, completely oblivious.

"Oh... Uh, nothing... I uh, I just kinda thought you're a freshman..." I mumble the last part, looking down at the floor and embarassedly rubbing the back of my head.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I get that a lot!" She replies, grinning. Her hair is even more red than Mickalie's!

"Um, another question... Is that your... Natural hair color?" I ask; Mickalie gives me an amused look.

"Yep! I know, I'm a super redhead!" Jenna says with a giggle. "Alright, my turn for questions. Well, first, I'd like to know the name of the boy who took down Justin!"

"I'm Golden. Golden Demores."

"Okay, one more question. Why are you so socially awkward?" Mickalie tries to restrain her laughter, which results in a snort.

"Ouch, that stung a little," I say with a small chuckle. "Hey, uh, we should probably get going. The- wait, hang on- nope, we're fine! Jeez, why are the buses always so late?"

Jenna shrugs, so does Mickalie.

"What was that about anyway? With you and Justin?" I ask Jenna.

"Oh... It's kinda a long story..." She says.

"Well, we do have a long time. Not like the busses are gonna be here anytime soon..."

"Good point," Mickalie points out.

"I know," I say, grinning.

"Well, aren't you arrogant?" Jenna says with a smile. "Anyway, I started dating Justin in tenth grade, and I broke up with him at lunch, and he got super pissed. There's some other little tiny details, you know, the 'why's, the 'how's", the 'what's', the threats. But that's basically it."

"Oh..." I reply. She dated that son of a bitch?

"Well, I better go. I think the buses finally got here," Jenna picks up her bag and heads towards the door. Mickalie just looks at me with amusement as I watch her go.

"What?" I ask her innocently.

She sighs while smiling. "Nothing, let's just go."