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

Chapter 22

===???'s POV===

"HE'S TAKEN EVERYTHING."

"END HIM"

"DO IT. END HIM"

"KILL HIM. KILL HIM. KILL HIM"

"DON'T LET HIM CONTINUE TO BREATHE. "

"He's taken everything... I'll end him... I'll do it. I'll end him... I'll kill him... I'll make sure he stops breathing... Then I'll have what is mine."

===Foxy's POV===

Droning whilst taking notes is all I seem to be doing today. Just droning and taking notes. It's been a few weeks since Mangle came to stay with me after what her father did. She doesn't seem to shaken up about it anymore, but I still worry like crazy. Recently she's hung around my arm pretty much the entire time, she hasn't spoken to TC lately after everything that happened. Not that I blame her, what she said was fucked up and would never be warranted. She should be happy for her best friend, instead she thinks I'm stealing her away from her. Insufferable.

"Foxy? What's up?" Mangle asks, poking my arm curiously. I snap out of my space staring and realize that class got out a few minutes ago.

"Oh, nothing. Just lost in thought." I say giving her a smile.

"Ok, we should get going now." Packing up my things, we head out the front of the school where seemingly countless students flood the empty sidewalks. I look at the sight with a slight annoyance, but brush it off as best I can.

"Hey Foxy! Mangle!" Bonnie calls from behind, we both turn to look only see him trip and fall on his face. Freddy and Chica both laugh at his misfortune as does Mangle, but I don't laugh as I don't see what's so funny. Once Bonnie picks himself from the ground, cursing a little under his breath and rubbing his forehead, he finally gets on with what he was saying.

"We're all heading over to Freddy's house for band practice. You wanna join, we're all going in Freddy's van." The thought that we'd all be piling into a van, driven by Freddy no less, is a little concerning to me... and a little rapey. I look over to Mangle to see what she thinks, but something doesn't look right in her eyes.

===Mangle's POV===

I stare off a little, really not feeling like going through with this plan and I can tell Foxy can see it in my eyes. My eyes feel heavy and I find myself tired all day. I haven't had much sleep recently and I don't know why. There's a feeling deep in my gut that something bad is going to happen; I don't know when and I don't know what, but I can feel it in my bones that something bad is coming. Lurking. Waiting for the moment to strike. I just want to go back home and hide with Foxy holding me close.

"We actually have to get home." Foxy says, reading through the look in my eyes. All three of them look a little distraught, but understand and let us go. Almost immediately I grab and put my grip around Foxy's arm, who is surprised by the sudden clingyness.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks, sensing my distress.

"I don't know." I say simply, but continue. "It just feels like something bad is going to happen. I don't know what though and it scares me." I grip his arm a little tighter after saying this. I don't want to let him go. 

"Nothing bad is going to happen. Not to you, and not to me." He says reassuring, taking both my hands in his and giving me that look he does when I'm worried. His golden eyes go soft, and his smile goes warm and comforting. I can't help but feel at ease. Though the feeling in the bottom of my stomach doesn't completely disappear. What is coming? 

===???'s POV===

DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT

The voices scream at me. I grab my head, holding it tightly in my hands, ripping out a small chunk of hair. The pain feels good, but maybe I've just gone insane. I already have the voices screaming at me, and a love for a girl I can't have. Who wouldn't go insane? There is nothing I want more than to see that bastard die. Die a slow and painful death. Watch as he suffers. Laugh until the second he draws his last breath. But I can't wait. Not anymore. I've done enough waiting already, now... Now it's time for me to take this matter into my own hands. It's time that I killed. It's time that Foxy died.

===Mangle's POV===
I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Foxy. He's absolutely everything I've ever wanted, everything I could've wished for. He's amazing. Caring. Loving. I don't know what I would do if I lost him. I'd lose my mind, go insane. Why are you thinking about this Mangle?  Something like that can't happen. It won't happen. I won't let it

Foxy and I walk silently down the street, his arm around my shoulder as well as my head leaning on his shoulder. I wrap my arms protectively around him, pulling him closer to my body, never wanting to let go. But he stops suddenly. Taking a moment to look around.

"Foxy? Is something wrong?" I ask a little worried at his sudden stop. He doesn't respond right away, taking a second before he does.

"Something... doesn't feel... right. Something's off." He says, looking around once more. A look of worry hides behind his stone eyes. 

"What? What's off?" My tone changes from inquisitive to borderline worry.

"I don't know." In a sudden burst of speed, Foxy starts pulling me by the hand across the street. I plant my feet and tear away from his hand, scared about what's happening.

"Foxy stop! What is going on? What's wrong?" The look of absolute horror rises into his eyes. Utter shock and panic flash so prominently on his face. I just look on in confusion at the look on his face, but then the fear begins to seep in as the sound begins to grow louder. The sound of an engine roaring. The sound of tires tearing across the asphalt. In what feels like slow motions, I turn towards the sound. My stomach and heart drops at the sight of a car. But it's not just the car that makes my stomach churn. But the person driving... Springtrap. I feel paralyzed at the sight of his face. The evil look of crazed desire, and a rage engulfing his eyes in a sort of blazing fire.

I try to scream but nothing comes out. I try to move but my feet feel as though they're locked in place. But the feet that were once locked strictly in place get kicked out from under me, and I feel myself flying through the air. When I look, Foxy stands where I once was. The fear that was once in his eyes, turns soft again with relief. Relief that he saved me, but my eyes are now the ones that are filled with fear as the engine grows louder, closer with every passing second. Each one of those seconds feeling like an eternity. Quietly. Ever so quietly, he whispers to me as I lay there full of fear of what's about to happen.

"I love you." Then everything fades to black in an instant.