Fnaf College. (COMPLETED.)

Chapter 29

A/n~ I suggest you read this.

Okay, so I got a lot of feedback from you guys, so, thank you for responding.
I have made a decision:
IF I do make a lemon, I'll do a warning so that you can skip this chapter and wait for the next.

Back to le story!!!

Mangles P.O.V.

I let out a groan, I'm in so much pain. Why do foxy... damnit.
Foxy's arm is laced loosely over my body.
I turn over to face him.
"Foxy..." I say.
His eyes open slightly. "What?" He groans.
"Why? I'm in so much pain..."
"Hmm, oh please, you can't say anything. You enjoyed it."
"Shut up." I sit up and let my legs dangle over the edge.
"Please don't go..." foxy sits up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist then pulls my bare back flush to his chest.
"No... stop... Foxy." I try to struggle and escape his grasp.
"Maybe if you'd stop squirming around, I'd let you go faster..." Foxy growls.
"I'm not in for another round! My legs hurt and I probably won't be able to walk." I eventually push off of him and land on the floor. "Ow, asshole..." I grumble.
"Sorry..." Foxy gets off the bed, helps me up, then gets himself dressed.
Unlike him, I take a shower.
Once done, I change, then look out of the room. Foxy sits on the couch, shirtless.
"What are you doing?" I ask him. Taking a seat.
"Relaxing.."
"Cool, well I'm going to the store later, want anything?"
I grin forms on his face, I know what he wants.
"No." I say as he opens his mouth.
"Fine, then just get food."
"That's what I'm going to the store for, idiot, what do you want?"
"I guess, just get... i don't know."
"Fine, just text me if something comes to your mind."
"Yeah..." he sighs.
He's never been this tired after any night.
Oh well.

I get up and leave, making sure I have my phone and wallet.

-at le store-

I push the buggy around the isles, (pardon my southern accent. I know this story takes place in Michigan, where there's northern accents. But... uhhh.. I ain't northern... so. Yeah.)
I stop in front of a shelf that has baking supplies.
Nope. I shake make my head. I can't bake worth a crap.

After shopping, I get to checkout. Noticing the male cashier checking me out instead. I roll my eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, I get my stuff together, pay for it, and now it's off to anywhere else but here, meaning home.

-somewhere else.-

??? P.O.V.

I'm frustrated, Springtrap can't do anything, I twirl a switch blade around in my hand, lazily sitting in a swivel chair at my office desk.
I'll have to do it myself.
The door creaks open and Springtrap walks in, he holds his jaw in his hand.
"What happened with you?" I grumble, and stop twirling around my knife.
"She broke my jaw, that's why I'm late." He growls, "had a doctors appointment."
"Oh really, and Mangle, broke your jaw?" I burst into laughter. "That's no excuse to be three weeks late!" I yell, stabbing the knife into my desk and standing up.
"Sorry, sir."
"Don't sir me, you useless piece of shit, because of you, now I have to do it myself, while you stay here and do nothing!!!" I yell at Springtrap, making him back up.
"Now, look, you can help yourself, I'll give you one more chance, but if you fail me, I will put your head on that wall!!!" I calm down, pointing to the wall behind me.
"Yes, of course, thank you, sir." Springtrap leaves the room, scared, of course, he's nothing but a wimp.

Okay guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye!!!! ~Sarah