Fnaf College. (COMPLETED.)

Chapter 34

Foxy's P.O.V.

God..

If I had known how drunk Mangle would've gotten.. I don't think I'd be in this situation..
Mangle refuses to let me go easily, any other time I'd be willing, but I have morals, and there's others at our place.

But, I manage.
And by manage I mean give in nut not completly.
I pin mangle hard, against the bed.
"Stop," I whisper sternly, "maybe later but not now."
Mangle only giggles, but they soon stop after I tighten my grip on her wrists.
"Ow.." she whimpers, "Why can't you grab me this rough all the time?" She giggles again after saying it.
My eyes widen and I let go, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

Is she 21?

Or 2?

"Stop." I let out a low groan and stand up.
She whimpers, once more.
I wish she'd stop whimpering, it makes me feel I've done something wrong.
Maybe I have..

"Fine." I say.

Really? You thought I was gonna..?
Wow. Get your head out the gutter.
Like I said before, maybe later, but not now.

Mangles face suddenly goes dark.
I tilt my head in confusion.

She starts to sway.

I'm not just confused anymore, I'm worried.

Walking over to her I ask, "you okay?"
"I.. I'm not sure.." she mumbles, a slight slur lacing her words.

I hold my hand up to her head.

No fever.

Then what's wrong.

"Foxy..." she whimpers, "my abdomen... it hurts..." her voice it shaking as she clutches her mid-section.

My eyes grow wide, and I feel stiff.

God dammit Foxy, do something!
You're her boyfriend for Hell's sake!

"H..Heeeyyy... Foxy..." Freddy stumbles in, "y-you finnnshed with- her?"

Good god, he's so drunk...

"No!" I nearly yell and push him  out of the room.
"Oh c-cmonnn.." he slurs but he's weak in this state and walks out anyways.

"Chica!" I call out.

I wait a moment before hearing a reply.

"Yes?"
"Come here."

She walks in moments later, grumbling when the drunk Freddy sluggish pushes past her to go back the living room.
"What you need?"
"You're sober, right?"
"Of course, that cardboard tasting shit of a drink isn't going down my throat ANY time soon.."
"That.. was... an unnecessary description.. but whatever, somethings wrong with Mangle."
"Oh?" She pushes me back slightly by pressing her hand against my chest, "what's wrong with her..?" She mumbles under her breath as she examines Mangle.

"Food poisoning?" I ask, I feel sick almost,  like the sick you feel when you haven't eaten anything for hours, I feel...

Empty.

I start to feel dizzy.
And I grip at the roots of my hair, my head hurts, it feels like someone bashed it with a baseball bat.

Yeah, no shit, dumbass!
You're pulling your hair out!

I pull my hand away and turn my attention back to Chica and Mangle.

Chica stares at me for a moment before turning back to Mangle.
"Did you two ever share a drink?" She asks me as she checks Mangles wrist pulse.
Mangle is currently lying limp on the bed.

I'm guessing she passed out.

"Um.. y-yeah."

Chica sighs, "she has a fever, we need to go to the doctor."
"Wait. Why?" I ask as Chica walks over to me and presses the back of her hand to my forehead.
"Because, this is sighs of food poisoning, and if you faint too, well, then who knows what hell you'll be getting yourself into-"

I stop her when I feel my stomach convulsing,  my stomach let's out a low grumble and I run to the bathroom.
Spewing my stomachs' contents into the toilet as I gag.
Chica comes in after me, slowly, and scrunches up her nose at the sight.
"Ew.." I hear her mumble, "see, this is WHY we need to go, you're both sick, ones already passed out, and I'm sure you're nauseas."

All I can do is not, I feel like I'm going to throw up again.

And I was right.

And it was right when we got to the doctors.

I threw up in the nearest trashcan, while Chica was having Mangle lean on her as the two watched in disgust.

Doctors of all kinds came over, one of them dropped a clipboard, letting in clatter against the tiled floor, and came rushing over without hesitation.
"Are you okay, sir?"

"Do I look okay to you?" I mumble out, not expecting the sudden sarcastic remark.
All she does is sigh, and help me up.
Thank God she has patience.
We, well, mostly Mangle, and I stumble to a room, where the doctors lay us down.

I feel dizzy and kinda wanna die.

My stomach is twisting inside out, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Mangle...oh, mangle... I can only imagine how bad she's been feeling.

My head is pounding and my vision is getting worse and worse every minute as it blurs.
Food poisoning my ass.

It's never felt this horrible before.

I put my hand to my head, after all, it's really all I can do..

Especially now.

My visions has been lost to the cold and dark light.

It seems I can't even keep my eyes open.

OKAY, well, look who finally got their butt up to make a chapter, I'm so sorry as always, it's because of writers block, it's actually kinda the opposite.

I'm working on two other stories for your delight and trying to get everything done so it will work properly.

And also school, 8th grades a hassle with homework every night, and it sucks.
But anyways, thanks to you all for being patient, and I'm trying to update as often as possible.

Bye!
~ Sarah.