Fnaf College. (COMPLETED.)

Chapter 30.

THIS CHAPTER WIL BE A BIT HEATED, JUST TO LET YA KNOW.

Mangles p.o.v.

I walk out of the store and back to the car, making sure all the groceries are set nicely in the trunk.
I get in and start the car.
It comes to life with a soft roar of the engine.
I drive home, and soon arrive to mine anmlpd Foxy's apartment.
Determined to not make two trips up to the  apartment, I garther all the groceries into my two hands and head up to my number.
I knock on the door, not wanting to set anything down.
When noone comes in, I knock again, this time louder.

Foxy's not that heavy of a sleeper, he should atleast come to the door now..
I think.

I huff in frustration and set down the bags, take of my keys, and unlock the door with a subtle clicking sound.

I swing the door open with my foot pressed against the hard wood.
The door lets out a low creak as it usually does.

But somethings different...

The room is drafty.
I look to my left and see a window in our living room open.
I sigh and go to the kitchen to set the bags down.

My wrists hurt slightly from all the weight put upon them. They look a soft red, and I rub them, easing the pain.

I shake my head, walking over to the window.
I told him not to leave it open..
I think as I close it, pushing down on the top hard to ensure it seals closed.

I walk to the bedroom, but when I see no sleeping Foxy, or any part of him in general, I become worried.
If he had left he would have let me know.
I check my phone, just in case I missed a text from him.
No messages, no calls, no nothing.
I decide to text him myself.

Me: Hey, where are you?
You never told me you were going out...

I wait a few minutes, but after no response, I worry more.
He usually has his phone with him, and if he reseives a text from me, he would have replied.
I sit on the bed, the sheets-as now I just notice- are strewn on the floor,  and two pillows aswell.
A lump forms in my throat, as it becomes harder to breath, and swallow the saliva forming in my mouth.

I try to calm myself, and asure my self he probably just doesn't have time to check his phone.
Maybe he's at the bar with Freddy and Bonnie.
I turn to the clock on our nightstand, and swallow hard.
It's far to early to start drinking.
I start breathing faster, a milion thoughts running through my mind.

What happened here?
Why isn't Foxy answering me?
Where is he?

Questions and other thoughts flood my head, blinding my head.

I manage to move from the bed to the couch, pulling out my phone to text foxy again.
Mid-text, I hear a ding beside me, I look up and over, to see Foxy's phone, sitting there, the black screen reminding me of darkness.

I swallow hard again and reach for it, my hand slowly trembles.

I'm beyond worried, Foxy wasn't here, I find our room a mess, a window was open, Fixy doesn't have his phone..
No...
It can't be...
Did he try to get me again-

My thoughts are cut short from a sudden  knock on the door.
I inhale sharply.
But what if it's Foxy?

I quickly, but quietly get up. Shuffly silently to the door,  and I peek through the peep hole.

I nearly scream at what I see. I throw my hand over my mouth,  seeing someone I know to well, but wished to never see again.

Springtrap.

The lump forms in my throat again.

"Cmon little kitty, I just wanna talk.." He says, I can tell by the way he's talking, he's lustful.
When I don't respond, he bangs on the door.
"Cmon," he says sternly, with a certain grip to his voice, "I don't wanna have to do this the hard way now..."
I barley manage to get the words out. "T-then... d-don't.." I studder from fear, "just.. g-go away.." I say more firmly.
He seems to laugh at my comment, I hear a low rumble from his throat.

I tense.
I don't want to know what he's thinking.

He laughs again, louder this time. "I'm afraid that isn't possible."
"How come?"
What comes next is silence.

And I hate it.

Then theres a sudden click.

"Because I can't fail again." Springtrap says grimly soon after.
Suddenly theres a loud thud against the door, I back away as they grow louder, harder, and more consistently.
(Author-chan- yes, reader-chan, I know exactly how bad it sounds.)

I ran to the bed room and locked the door, as our front came from its hinges.
I scream in fright.

"Cmon, pretty kitty," Springtrap purrs, "let's not make hard on both of us now."

A gun shot rings out.

Silence.

If I haf known he had actually blown off the handle, I wouldn't have appraoched the door.

But I did.

The door swung open begore I had a chance to scream, Springtraps hands are gripping at me, before I know it, one of his hands are silencing my screams and shouts, the other, is pinning both my hands above my head.

I whimper, as his tounge glides across the skin of my cheek.
"You taste just as good as I remember."

He removes his hand from my mouth, and moves it down, down, down.

"S-so you just came h-here to r-rape me." I ask, trying to steady my voice.

He places his hand down my pants.
I yelp.
"St-stop." I beg, but it does nothing.
He starts to rub me.
"I haven't come to just rape you," Springtrap begins, "this is just whats going to happen now, you how much you hurt my jaw back there, so I have to get something for that."
He rubs me faster, causing me to whimper.

"Oh, cmon, this is what Foxy does, right? So why not moan?" Springtrap whispers in my ear, then sucking the flesh right below it.

"B-because, he doesn't destroy the apartment, and does it as rape." I say as firmly as possible.

He stops sucking below my ear, and looks at me. "I love you Mangle, when will you understand that?"

I shake my head profusely. Wishes for all of this to stop. "No, you don't. "

Springtrap crashes his lips down on mine, removing his hand from my pants and gripping my waist.

I don't kiss back.

And he can't make me.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnddddd, your welcome.
SCENE.
~ Sarah.