HighSchool (fnaf story) *unedited*

Freddy

Grades are terrible, terrible things. I have a B- in art class, and that was only because we were working in groups! Do partners even really count as groups, anyways? And why did I have to end up with Toy Bonnie? He's a cool guy, of course, but he isn't someone who really, well, works! I find myself doing everything the entire time!

For example. The other day, he was working with me at my house on our poster. While I almost died from marker fumes, Toy Bonnie raided my pantry and fridge, literally cleaning it out. My family had to buy more groceries after that, and frankly, they weren't too happy with me at all. I tried to explain what happened, but they wouldn't buy it. My parents are as reasonable as rocks.

On a completely different note, Foxy isn't being himself. He's being really sadistic and upset all the time. We all knew why, too. Mangle was the talk of the whole school at this point. People are saying that Chika had pushed her in front of a bus on purpose, causing her to get hit. Others think that Chika actually took a weapon of some sort and ruined Mangle's body. Either way, Mangle's new appearance was all I could hear. From what I could gather, Foxy only blames himself.

"Meester Fred-Fred!" the maniacal teacher shouts, snapping me out of my strange reverie in which I recapped past events, almost as if I were in a book! "You are dozing off once more when I am in the middle of reading Harry Potter and the Purple Companion!"

"I'm sorry, your Purple Highness," I drawl sarcastically, bored with just about everything right now. "But I think it's a magical thing that people are actually paying attention right now." I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth. But I didn't care, either. I wanted to get out of here already, and it was just three minutes until the lunch bell would finally save me.

"Ex-cuse-a-moi?" Mr. Purple gasps, holding a hand to his chest. "I do not like your atti-tone, mister Fred Fred!" He sniffles a bit, wiping at his eyes dramatically. "And after I gave you a special nickname, too! You are hurting my non-existent feelings!"

The shrill sound of the bell tears through our brains as people rush out of the room to the lunchroom. I hurry and slip out as well, knowing that Mr. Purple would forget all about this. He seemed to have a very short-term memory, especially when it came to bad behavior. I wasn't sure what came over me, but it sort of made me feel better. Better about my grades, my situation, better about my stress, and better about my best friend being so upset.

Sometimes, being a bit bad helped just a tad bit in my life.

(Hi. This chapter was written by me, FullmetalOtaku. My sister and I really appreciate 500+ views on this story, and would like to thank you. Did you notice the more animatronic-like personality with Freddy? Good. Hope so. Happy reading, friends.)