The Grinding Gears of Romance-Fangle

Where to start?

Foxy's P.O.V:

Where should I start? Well, I guess an introduction would do. My name is Foxy Nightly. Me and my Brother Asriel moved here to L.A. California after getting into a train wreck in Idaho, which I'll discuss later, and lost our parents. We were both on the same train. At the time we didn't know one another. I was going to the dining car with my father to get a snack when all of a sudden, the conductor used the intercom and said to brace for impact. A few seconds later our train, well, in the words of Ozzy Osborne, We were goin' off the rails on a crazy train. I was knocked unconscious. I woke up to find myself trapped when another fox pulled me out of the wreckage and pulled me a half  mile away from the tracks. A couple hours after surgery, I woke up to find that I had a bionic arm and leg. And I lost my eye. The doctors said I was lucky to be alive. The Fox, who for some reason had dragon wings, walked in and told me the bad news. He went back to find his parents, and mine, and found them all dead. I jolted up and hugged him. He apologized like crazy that he couldn't save them. He was turning 18 in a few days so Idaho asked if he wanted to take care of me, and that's how he became my brother. He took me under his wing ,Literally, And moved to California to start fresh. Well, I start Senior year of high school tomorrow, so wish me luck.

The next Morning

Asriel's P.O.V:

"FOXY! Let's Go! We're gonna be late if ye don't hurry yer ass up!" I screamed up the stairs as we were getting ready for school.

"Cool yer tits Pirate boi. I'm coming. I had ter find me eyepatch. God, yer actin like a mom." Foxy screams back

Foxy and I go out to the car and head to the school. I teach workshop so I may as well bring Foxy. It'll give me a chance to help him fix his arm, which has been acting up lately. On the way, we stop by Krispy Kreme so we could get some breakfast, if ye could call it that.

About 20 minutes later, we pull into the parking lot in my 1967 Ford Mustang. A custom red and silver paint job. We get out of the car and head to the office for the keys to the workshops and pick up Foxy's schedule. We find where his classes are then head to the workshops to fix his arm, which is easier said then done.

Foxy's P.O.V:

Well, the school is nice I guess. It's pretty big. We found my classes, and by we I mean Asriel did. I just followed behind him. After that, he fixed my arm. Hurt like hell. Because the "Smart" Doctors decided it would be good to put pain receptors on a Robotic Fucking Arm. Sorry, but really? Why would you put Pain Receptors on a metal limb? They did it to my leg too. I'm just glad I don't have one of those "Mad-eye Moody" eyes, because I'm sure they would've figured out how to put pain receptors on that too. Well... Class starts in five minutes, so I'd better get to class. I bid Adieu to my brother, and head off to third wing, for History.

*This is me first story, so judge it how ye wish. Sorry it's short.