Fnaf College. (COMPLETED.)

Chapter 33

Mangles P.O.V.

-Days later-

I wake up with Foxy's arm laced over my body, like usual.
It's Tuesday, no classes.

Oh, thank God.

But.
It's also my birthday...
And now I'm 21.

Foxy moves his arm from around me and sits up.
I turn my head to him, but not my body.
He turns over to me.
"Mornin'." He whispers.
"Mornin'." I smile and whisper in return.
"Happy birthday too."
"Mhm. Thanks." I turn back and form myself into a ball.

I hear bustle from Foxy and he makes his way to the door.
As he grabs the handle, he says, "You ready for tonight?"
"The party?" I question, looking up at him.
"Nah, the party after the party."
I smile, I know what he means.
"Yes, infact, why not have a party before the party?"
This makes him chuckle, "sorry, but no.. you get to wait."
"Fiiiiiiinne.." I close my eyes and hear the door click closed.

I look up, and Foxy hasn't left the room.
"No." I say, and he walks out.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I guess I did, I swing my legs over the mattress, and get up, trudging over to the door, the light in the room isn't on, but it's still perfectly lit due to the sunlight seeping through the window.
As soon as walk out and down the hall, I emerge into the living room.

Foxy is on the couch, just, laying there.

"Are you dead, or dying?" I ask jokingly.
"Dead."
"Awesome, who was it this time?"
"Severus Snape."
I mouth an 'oh.'

I never mentioned, but Foxy had been working on the Harry Potter series for awhile.
I had read the series back in 5th grade, and owned all the books, so I had allowed Foxy to borrow them to read, he does thus each time someone dies.

He just lays out on the couch, acting really deppressed.
But He's back to normal in atleast 2 hours.

I turn my head, and sure enough, the book is on the floor.
"Why'd you throw it?"
"Because I can."
"No you can't, dork."
He actually looks up at me, "care to repeat?"
"Dork." I know how much it annoys him to call him a 'dork.' So I use the word as often as possible.
Just to mess with him.

"You are lucky I'm too tired to catch you.."
"You wouldn't be able to anyways.." I tease, and take a step back, I know secretly that he can, and will catch me, but lets not say that..

He smirks.

Oh no.
I'm dead.

He stands up.

No no no.
Don't take another step.

--- time skip---

Needless to say, I'm currently pinned to the couch.

Dammit.

"Normally I would do more than just this." Foxy says, while hovering over me, "but it's your birthday, so I'll be nice." He gets off of me and walks off.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"Mhm." he hums in response.

I sit up from the couch and release a long sigh.

Wow,

21 years, already..

Jees..

I walk over to the small kitchen and peer around, I swear I saw Foxy in here, where'd he go?
Oh well..

~later~

Foxy had everyone come over, thankfully, not too many people though.

We were gathered in the living room, and decided to get things going.
Of course, with a game.
We sit into a circle.
And play the basics, nothing special.
Would You Rather?
Truth or Dare?
And, Never Have I Ever.

Things were getting boring...
That is until Toy Chica pulled out drinks from the fridge.
I tensed.
The last time I had any sort of beer was when I was underage and pressured by Springtrap.

I shudder.

Foxy wraps his arm around my waist.
"It'll be fine.." he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending a wave of comfort over me.

Toy Chica passes out a bottle or can to each of us.

I take a tiny sip, and struggle to swallow.
It tastes like cardboard.
Soggy, gross, cardboard.

"Bleh..." I stick my tounge out.
Foxy chuckles beside me.
I grumble, and drink again, this time taking a bigger gulp.

Pulling the bottle away from my lips, I set it down on the hard wood floor beneath me.

My head starts to feel dizzy, and I start to sway.
"You okay?" Toy chica asks from beside me.
"Yeah yeah," I slut, and throw my arm pathetically towards her, shooting her away.
Toy Chica inhales sharply through her teeth and turns to Toy Bonnie, and nudges him slightly.
"What?" He asks turning to face her, he takes one look at my sloached, swaying body, and whispers, "lightweight."
I feel someone's hand wrap around my arm, and nearly flip out.
"Shhh... it's okay." It's foxy.

"Nuuuuuuu.... I'm... F-FiNe.." I try to keep myself balanced as he helps me up and starts to nudge me to out room.

Freddy looks up from the cards in his hand he was using in a game with Bonnie, Chica, and Toy Freddy.
"Drunk." Foxy tells him.
He nods and looks back down at the cards.

I try to pull away from Foxy's grip, but he doesn't let go.

"Mangle, stop, you're drunk."
"No I'm not." I yank my arm away as the words slur from my lips.
"Mangle." Foxy growls as he reaches pur door.
He pushes me back into the room and lays me on the bed.
"You need to stay here," he whispers.
I whimper.

I don't feel right in the head.

An the next thing I know, I have my arms wrapped around Foxy's neck, as I mold my lips to his.