Fnaf College. (COMPLETED.)

Chapter 32

Mangles p.o.v.

Foxy holds me close in his chest as we stand just outside our apartment. The crisp air blows ice cold wind in our faces and I shiver.
I shiver worse seeing two policemen carry out Springtrap.
I hide my face in Foxy's chest as I hear him yell threats at us.

Right as he is shoved into the back of a police car. I pull away from Foxy and flip Springtrap off, making sure he sees me clearly before the door slams shut.
I turn back to Foxy who now has a smirk on his face.

"He deserved it." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me beside him, whispering in my ear, "yeah, he did, and if he ever touches you like that again..." his grip tightens slightly.

The chief officer walks up to us with a clipboard and pen.
"Hello, I'm officer Wells, and I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I would like for you to answer them truthfully."
"Yes sir." Foxy says to officer Wells.
"Do either one of you know this man?"
"Yes, we both do." I answer this time.
The Officer writes down words on his clip board, and without looking back up to us, he asks, "and how long have you known the man?"
"Foxy has known him since he moved to Grand Rapids in 6th grade, I, on the other hand, have known him since kindergarten."
Again, Officer Wells writes down something on his clipboard.
"Has there been any other sort of actions taken by this man towards either of you?" Officer Wells looks up at us, no expression is present on his face.
"Well..." Foxy begins and I shiver slightly remembering the incident in Tennessee, "well... he has done things to Mangle before.. he almost raped her twice now... and... he's...  stalked us, all the way to Tennessee once..."

The officers eyes widened.

"And you said nothing?" Officer Wells asks, raising a brow.
"We said something, but we said it back two months ago in TN, after the incident, and I'm guessing just that no words were said about it to Michigan." Foxy says, his grip on my waist tightening even more, causing me to flinch slightly, so he eases down a bit.
"Oh, okay..." He turns back to his clip board, "and how long have the incidents been accurring?"
"Months..." I mumble.
"Okay, Thank you, I'll make sure this man gets the punishment he deserves."
"No, Thank you." Foxy says and shakes hands with the Officer before the Officer departing.

"Thank God we never have to see Springtrap again.." Foxy leans down and whispers in my ear.
I nod in agreement.

We make our way back into our now destroyed apartment.

Seeing it brings,back the memory of me desperately trying to escape from Springtrap.
But nothing I do helps.

Why..
Why can't I just help myself..
Why do I have to be so dependent..

Foxy pulls me away from his chest, placeing in front of him.
"Mangle..." Foxy says quietly.

I don't acknowledge, but instead let my head fall as I stare at my feet.

Foxy lifts my chin and makes me face him.
"Mangle.. why are you crying?"
He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear I didn't know I had shed.
Before I'm able to respond though, Foxy wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in a hug.
He whispers comforting words as he sets his chin on top of my head.

"How about after we clean out all of this, why not get icecream?"
I mumble in response, "Sounds good."

He nods and I pull away, and we get to cleaning up, which didn't take to long.

And sooner than later, we're eating ice cream while sitting on a bench just outside the store.

"So.. your birthdays next week, whatcha wanna do about it?" Foxy asks me.
I shrug my shoulders, "I don't really know what to do, wait, how did you know when my birthday was?"
I turn to look at him and raise my eyebrow.
"Well, you know," he shrugs his shoulders, "I... remember thise things."
"I told you in seventh grade."
"And...?"
"Weirdo."
"Like you're the one to talk."
I lick his cheek, "don't worry, I know I'm not."
"What the.. hell? Mangle, don't lick me."
I lick him again.
"Mangle.." he growls slightly.
"Yes?" I lick him again.
"Lick your ice cream, not me."
"But you taste better.." before I realize what I said, it had already slipped out.
"Mangle, hush, and don't ever say that again.. that... does things.."
"Yeah.. okay." I sit up properly and finish the cone in my hand.

We leave and head back home, and on the way Foxy asks me the question again.
"About your birthday, whatcha wanna do?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Well, you'll be 21... we could invite everybody over, have a few drinks.."
"No, it brings back memories..."
"Alright, fair enough. Just a thought."
"But I suppose.. It wouldn't do to much harm if we did have a party.."
Foxy wraps his arm around my waist. "Sounds good."

It takes him a moment as he digs in his pocket for the apartment keys.
As soon as we walk in relief floods my senses.
It's nothing like last time, no one is here to hurt anyone.

"So when's the party gonna be?" I ask Foxy as I take a seat on the couch.
"Sometime next week, I'll tell the others.." Foxy calls back to me.
I turn my head to him as he seems to be looking through the fridge.
"What are you doing, we just ate."
"But I'm bored."
"Doesn't matter, come sit over here, there's a new Netflix series I feel like binge watching."
"Fine," he walks over to me and sits down, "what's it called?"
"The End of The F***ing World."
"Sounds good." Foxy sets his head on my shoulder.
"Mhm."

Well schmur, I know, Its been forever since I've updated, I know.
~Sarah.