(Canceled) Before I Shatter (FNAF Highschool) (Book 1 of 3)

Chapter 5

===Mangle's POV===
A shadowed figure stands before me, almost invisible against the blackness that surrounds us. I don't feel scared like I feel I should. Rather, a sense of security and safety in the presence of the mysterious figure.
It begins to move, the shadow. My heart quickens slightly with curiosity and interest as the figures face begins to show... Its Foxy, standing alone in the void. His face is hard and emotionless, but his eyes show a strange look I've never seen before. Such a conflict of emotions behind a seemingly emotionless complexion. Pain mixed with longing and affection. I take a couple steps towards him before he stares at me with this look.
Why are you here? In my dream? Why am I dreaming of you? What happened to make you like this? All these questions I want to ask but my tongue remains paralyzed as he speaks with an angered tone. Death now concealing his once confused eyes.

"Stay away... please. I don't want to hurt you." Then he disappears into the black. The presence of security and comfort I once felt now gone and replaced with anxiety and horror as I fall and fade into the black. I want to scream for him, I want him to stay... but why?

I don't quite understand him. I mean I was once like him, where he is but... there's just something... darker within him. And it's clear that he's keeping it concealed, bottle up inside. Sooner or later it has to come out. But knowing what kind of person he is... it'll kill him. No. It won't kill him, he's too stubborn for that... He'll break, shatter. If he's not already.

     I let out a heavy sigh, and open up my groggy, heavy, eyes. Early rays of light stream in through the curtains that were left ajar. It warms me as I shuffle around underneath my blankets. Closing my heavy eyes again, hoping for just a little more sleep. But my alarm clock might as well be from hell, as it starts screaming for me to get up.
      My mind wanders back two days to when I saw Foxy at the cafe. I just remember feeling this overwhelming sense of happiness. But I have no idea why. I hardly know the guy, I know nothing about him or what he's like other than that he's a hardcore loner. The aura that emits off of him is like none I've ever felt before. At face value you might think there was nothing in his dead eyes and emotionless stare. However, having a keen sense of perception you will see nothing but a heart of anger and hatred. A world of pain and suffering. A tormented soul of nothing but total darkness. All the traits of a.... demon. But I see something more. No doubt his life is nothing but anger and hatred, but I can see somewhere in his black soul a small light. Fighting desperately for survival, but quickly being smothered by the darkness. And without that one, small, weak light he'll descend down into the darkest void this world has to offer.
      When I finally snap out of my daze, I find that I have been getting ready for school without even noticing. I'm already dressed in a pink and white striped shirt with some faded blue jeans. My long platinum hair falls in front of my golden eyes. The sight of it reminds me of Foxy's but... without so much hate. With another quick examination in the mirror I grab my backpack and head downstairs to get something to eat. I'm starving.

Gym class. I'm sure it's the bane of everyone's existence. Except when you're real coach breaks his foot and is unable to teach class and you're stuck with a substitute that doesn't care what you do. Not that everyone mind, they enjoyed the break from the stupidity that is gym class. However, all that well being had to come to an end some time. Our real coach is back and overly eager to get class rolling again. Once the final student walks in begrugingly he orders for all students to get changed out for class if we weren't alrNegro Fortunately for me, I got changed out before he even got here.
My thoughts go nowhere, just floating aimlessly until more and more students pour out of the locker rooms and onto the bleachers. Soon everyone is out, but something feels off. I noticed it as soon as I walked in and saw him. Foxy. Before I hadn't noticed that we had the same class, now I can't stop thinking about it... and I have no idea why. What is my obsession with this guy? Why do I always feel his presence everywhere I go? Then it dawns on me. Foxy is never without his hoodie masking his face in a blanket of pure black shadows. But now... now that coach is back he'll have to leave it behind and leave that solitude that he is always so desperate for... he's going to be pissed. And true to my thoughts, the last guy exits the locker room. A bloody crimson head of hair coming down and over his right eye with a look of nothing but bloody murder in his left. The sight of it is chilling... So that's the real Foxy? A guy with nothing but an aura of death coating his glossy, golden eyes? He looks over and noticed my stare, meeting it with a look that can only be described as malice. My fear runs wild as we continue to stare. But it is soon cut short by coach yelling above all the commotion I had blocked out for every to get into line as he begins class. I'm sorry you have to go through this... I know how much solitude means to you... I know how much you hate... and now everyone is staring at you.