Just the Three Of Us Springtrap X Mangle X Foxy

The Bus Stop

"Last one to the bus stop is a rotten egg!" Foxy jeered as he pushed passed Springtrap.

"Hey!" He whined as he ran to catch up.

Fifth grade. The year you remember. Whether those memories are good or bad, the boys are going to remember them.

Foxy screetched to a stop, almost crashing into the pole at the bus stop.

"No fair, you got a headstart!" Springtrap growled as he sat on the bench.

"What're you gonna do about it? Cry?" Foxy snickered as he sat beside him.

"Hmph!" Springtrap turned around, shutting his eyes.

Foxy chuckled. They could hear shuffling from the roof of the stop.

"Who's up there?" Foxy asked looking at the ceiling.

"Show yourself!" Springtrap demanded.

"Hello!" A girl said to them, she was hanging over the edge, starting at them.

Springtrap jumped when he saw her.

"Uh...you might wanna come down before you fall..." Foxy suggested, suddenly aware of how high up she was, and how jealous he was that he couldn't climb up there...

"Fall? I'm not going to-" She yelped as she fell from the roof, "Ow..."

Foxy and Springtrap tried to hold in their laughter, they knew it was the worst time but they couldn't they blurt out laughing with her just glaring at them. She finally rolled her eyes and laughed along.

Foxy reached out his hand for her to take, she grabbed it, still laughing hysterically as he heaved her to her feet.

"Are you alright?" Springtrap asked her between giggles.

She nodded, laughing too much to get a word out. She lifted her throbbing left hand to meet her eyes and instantly stopped laughing.

The boys stopped soon after, "What's wrong?" Foxy asked her.

"Um..." She showed him her bloody, crooked finger.

"Cool!" Foxy and Springtrap said at the same time as they stared at her pinky.

"Right?" She asked them with a smile.

"What's your name?" Foxy asked, still concentrating on her pinky.

"My name's, Pinky!" She said in a muffled voice.

Foxy laughed, "Not your Pinky! You!" He redirected his attention from her pinky to her face. Her rosy cheeks, and golden eyes, stunned him for a moment.

"My name? Um..." She caught herself staring, the bandaid on his cheek, the diagonal scar that can be seen despite they eyepatch he was wearing, "I'm...Vixy but...my friends call me Mangle..."

"Mangle?" Springtrap asked, "Like...mangled? Why?"

She nodded, "This isn't my first injury, you'd be surprised as to how many I've had before!"

"Like that?" Foxy asked pointing at her scraped knee.

"Yep! Got that one playing soccer,"

"How 'bout that?" Springtrap pointed to the scar along her elbow.

She lifted her elbow to look at it herself, "Baseball." She replied.

"How do you get an injury like that playing baseball?" Foxy inquired in suspicion.

"Okay, so I was running to first base about to get a homerun. I tried to dive for the plate and there was a rock in the dirt. You can draw your own conclusions on that..."

"That sounds really painful..." Springtrap replied.

"But also really fun to watch!" Foxy sang with a smile.

"It was!"

"What's that?" Foxy pointed to her shin.

"Hockey. Any more questions?"

"That," they both said as they pointed to a red mark on her cheek.

"What?" She asked as she covered it with her hand.

"The thing you just coveted," Foxy said.

"That's nothing!" She said defensively.

The bus pulled up, "This is our bus," Foxy said to her.

"See ya later, Mangle!" Springtrap said as he waved to her.

"That one? That's my bus too!"

The boys shared a look, "Wanna sit with us?" They both asked her.