FNAF high

Hello again-ish, I revamped this story because I looked through it and holy shit I had to cringe at all my grammar, like holy hell. Long story short: this is revamped.

I will say this first off. This fanfiction was created while I listened to "noticed" by: MandoPony

Hello all loyal and non-loyal reviewers of my story writings I have a new fanfiction based around FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S and the main character is Foxy. Long story short it came to me in a dream and in my mindless zone were no man or women should enter.

Anyways this is going to be an AU fanfic and it will have humanized characters. Also note the fact that none of the characters have official last names except for mike and Jeremy. I don't care for them and I don't like them one bit. Any ways here are how this fanfic will work.

Also I wrote this fanfiction listening to a lot of three days' grace music (mainly PAIN)

unofficial names for each character

Foxy: fox jones

Chicca: Chicca Hernandez

Bonnie: bonnie blitzEnberg

Freddy: Freddy Fazbear (obviously, what else would Freddy's last name be? Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question)

Golden Freddy: Freddy Goldman

Mangle: mangle

Now before this chapter turns into a catalog for characters and outfits let's begin shall we.

On with the show.

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"Again and again it happens did I do something to anger them and this is what they do?" he said with sadness dripping between his teeth. "What did I say or do to have you guys ignore me like this, the new kids don't help either, damn bastards." He just wanted an answer to what the hell caused his friends to ignore him.

You see foxy had great friends; bonnie blitzenberg, Chicca Hernandez, and finally Freddy fazbear, those he once called friends were now ignoring him like he was the next plague, and he just didn't know why, he tried making friends with other kids but they just laughed and walked away. The one question that ran through his mind for days was; what did he do to deserve this.

3 months later

Within three months foxy lost weight and Freddy Goldman had replaced him in the small group he once called his friends. He was just loving his new found loneliness and the best part he took a new hobby that helped to remedy the pain and sadness he felt from days of loneliness, the reason he was now only wearing long sleeve shirts: he began to slit his wrists. And he hid his arms behind long sleeve shirts and he wore jeans instead of shorts, now. Life was a fucking fairy-tale full of sunshine and rainbows for foxy now, totally amazing.

"Students we have a new student joining our class. Please come in now." Mr. Schmidt said in his usual nonchalant tone.

A girl with white hair, a pale complexion and one yellow eye and one white eye walked in to the room she was wearing all white clothes which really brought out her eyes.

Mr. Schmidt said in his usual tone "mangle, could you please take the seat next to foxy jones over there." He pointed at foxy and mangle walked over to foxy and sat down next to him.

Mangle was good at reading people and she could tell, foxy was depressed for reasons he wished to not discuss and she could relate to him, and he was kind of cute.

Foxy however was off in his own world of despair and depression.

DING-don-ding DON the bell rang releasing the students to lunch. Foxy at this time usually went to hang out in the library with the librarian Mr. Fitzgerald, or he went to the next class he had. But he was having a craving for a sandwich. So he headed towards the lunchroom.

He got his lunch and sat down at the corner away from everyone else, to ignore the pain he felt when he was around his 'friends'. He walked over to the empty table to see the new student mangle siting at the opposite side enjoying what looked like a turkey sandwich.

She looked happy and unaware of his agony, he smiled a sad smile before looking at his own tray which had a sandwich. He picked it up and took a large biter out of it. And swallowed it, he felt the missing flavors find their homes back in his mouth but the flavors to him was just a way to ignore the pain he had, temporary distractions like these were a gift depression had given him.

"Hey foxy!" a voice called out he didn't need to know who it was, it was the who made his blood boil, the cause of all of his agony and the reason he began causing self-pain the bastard, Freddy Goldman.

He grits his teeth but ignored his anger and said to the blonde "what can I do for you Freddy?" he asked while he felt like strangling the other boy.

"Well I and the gang were going to watch the new movie "five night's at beacon" and we were wondering if you wanted to come along, it will be fun." He said unknown to the demonic rage he caused in foxy.

Foxy faked a smile and said to the blonde devil "sorry Freddy, but I have other plans after school I am afraid that I can't hang out with you guys." He was really considering killing Freddy right on the spot but decided against it, he didn't need a psychic evaluation, and he didn't want to spend time in the JDC.

Freddy sighed "darn I thought you would want to come with us."

Foxy thought 'I would if they would stop being such assholes, and you would die in a hole you fucktoid.'

Freddy looked at foxy "well if you change your mind, you are always welcome to come along." He dug through his pocket and pulled out a movie ticket marked for 7:30 p.m. and handed foxy the ticket.

And foxy accepted it.

"You know they all want to see you again, if you decide to change your mind you know where we'll be tonight." He said leaving foxy in shock.

They wanted to see him and he was unaware of it.

He felt his stomach sink and felt a familiar itch claw at his head. He sprinted out of the room and to the bathroom where he proceeded to splash. He heard a stall door open, he looked up at the mirror to see one of his former friends the one and only, bonnie blitz Enberg, the one who could be a complete dumbass at the best and worst of times, and even though he acted like an idiot he had great test scores, he was brain smart, regular society smart…not so much.

"Hey foxy." Bonnie said like he did nothing wrong, and he just didn't know what he had done yet.

"Hello bonnie." Foxy said in a monotone voice.

"So are you going to the see the new Scott Cawthon movie 'five nights at beacon?'" Bonnie asked Foxy.

Foxy dried off his face and said to bonnie "bonnie has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot?"

Bonnie nodded "all the time, but I don't think I am, I have the second best scores in this school." He said.

Foxy left the bathroom contemplating whether or not to go to the movies with his former friends, he had one policy "give it a shot and if you don't like it, stop doing it." So he decided to go to the movies with his former friends. 'What could possibly go wrong?'

Several hours later

Foxy decided to wear a red hoodie with fox ears sewn into the hood, and a pair of black jeans with a brown leather belt, and finally his signature eye, patch. He was all ready to go. He felt a familiar itch, he contemplated about scratching the itch. But he decided against doing the one thing that got him into this mess and locked the front door and headed down the alleyway that was at least a mile long but a short cut to the movie theater.

While he walked he heard a voice and stopped in his tracks "you look a little lost, boy. Don't you know what ally way you're walking through?" the voice said causing foxy to shiver in fear.

He remained silent, he heard footsteps, running up at him. He turned around and saw a figure with a knife. His eyes widened in horror, there was nothing he could think of doing.

The next thing he knew he had a knife stab him in the stomach, he doubled over in pain.

'So this is how it ends huh? how ironic. I was going to relieve pain and pain is what kills me.' He laughed darkly. He was going to go to his friends to try to start a new journey, but his journey was ending right now.

"What's so funny you little shit?" the man asked pissed off that he couldn't find the boy's wallet.

"Oh nothing it's just that my death is ironic, I was going to see my friends to try and start on a new slate and what stops me, is you." He laughed more. He knew he was going to die, and he didn't care. The one day he turned away from the pain is the day that he was going to experience the worst pain in his life, the pain of a slow agonizing death. It really fucking hurt to laugh but he didn't care.

"That is ironic. Huh." The mysterious man said before running out of the ally way, disappearing from Foxy's sight.

As foxy faded into darkness he heard a familiar voice call his name. "Foxy!" it sounded scared. Foxy cracked one eye open and saw the new kid, mangle. What was she doing here? Oh well this was the end, at least he could die knowing at least one person cared for him, even if he barely knew mangle she seemed like a nice girl. He though as Unconsciousness claimed him.

Mangle quickly ripped out her phone dialing 911.

"Hello 911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked.

"My friend got stabbed in the stomach, he's bleeding out and needs help." Mangle said frantically.

"Alright give us your location and we'll be there in a minute. For now, apply pressure to wound, if you have a jacket or something, wrap it around the wound to slow down the bleeding." The operator instructed.

"We are at Benedict RD. in the alley way, please hurry." Mangle said urgently.

"We're on our way, hang on." The operator said before hanging up.

After mangle had successfully tied her dragged jacket around Foxy's stomach wound, she dragged his body out of the alley. She heard the sirens and saw the ambulance.

The ambulance stopped and a medic team had piled out and put Foxy on a stretcher before they piled back into the ambulance. Mangle had asked if she could come to the hospital, they allowed her to tag along, but only because she could give the police information on the person she saw.

At the hospital

Medics piled out to the hospital and rolled Foxy through the doors into the emergency room.

While police officers asked mangle a list of question about the person who had attacked Foxy, what the person looked like and etc.

Elsewhere

Back at the alley way a lonely piece of paper laid in a pool of Foxy's blood, that piece of paper caused it all to happen. The reason foxy even left his house in the first place, to repair the bonds severed by others.

The next day

Foxy woke up slowly to the sound of a heart monitor. When he opened his eye he saw that a person with white hair had fallen asleep hugging his arm. He blushed, he was that important to someone. Why wasn't he dead? And why was he in a hospital bed.

He recalled the events of last night. He was tired of it, all the loneliness, maybe he could let someone be his friend.

Foxy found a remote by his bedside and turned on the TV to see the news.

"in today's headline local resident, Foxy jones, was stabbed and lived. local officer reports it was the same man who murdered the five children at the soul's pizzeria." The reporter was blocked out of the way by a video going into more detail about the case. He didn't care anymore. He was just glad that he had survived.

He wasn't looking forward to going back to school, ugh he could already feel the rumors and questions coming at him, all the way from the hospital.

Foxy was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a yawn, Mangle had woken up.

"Good morning, Foxy." Mangle greeted him.

"why did you save me, when we were back at the ally?" He asked, getting a shock look from Mangle.

"Well, you were bleeding out, and I did the only thing any sensible person would do." Mangle said.

"Thank you, Mangle." Foxy said.

"No prob- "Mangle couldn't finish her sentence because the door burst open, revealing some ever so familiar faces to Foxy.

"Foxy!" the people said.

His old 'friends'.

"Hello." Foxy's tone went from emotional and free, back to monotone.

Mangle inwardly cursed, she was so goddamned close to helping him, only to have her progress washed away by a couple of people.

His friends made their way to Foxy's bed and starting asking him questions.

He ignored them and stared out the window to the right of his hospital bed. The window was looking extremely tempting right now.

"Foxy, what did we do to have you avoid us?" Chicca begged her redhead friend.

Foxy's ears twitched, he heard that question, and answered Chicca with a question of his own.

"I don't know, Chicca, what kind of friends only shift their gaze when a former friend gets stabbed?" he got a grin "I'll tell you: some very shitty friends." Foxy said without a trace of regret.

Chicca was shocked, her friend had just basically told the rest of her friends to "fuck off".

"Oy, what the hell, Foxy. Chicca didn't do anything, why are you snapping at her for?" Bonnie asked Foxy.

"And you, Bonnie Blitzenberg, you're so goddamned fucking stupid, that you can't even understand a simple metaphor, even when the meaning of it was written down write in front of you." Foxy shot back at Bonnie.

"Foxy- "Freddy began but was cut off by his former friend glaring at him.

"And you, Freddy Fazbear, you are the absolute worst, of the bunch." Foxy said, feeling like he had just scratched an itch that just wouldn't quit.

"But you want to know the absolute worst thing the three of you have done?" Foxy asked, getting shaky nods from the trio.

"Tell me, how long has it been since any of you have talked to me, or even tried starting a conversation with me, how long has it been?" Foxy asked the people in front of him.

They were silent, they didn't know.

"I'll tell you. Three months. Three months since I last talked to any of you." Foxy said, to the trio.

Mangle looked at the group in shock 'they ignored their friend for that long?' she thought to herself.

"Foxy, we're sor- "Bonnie was cut off when he felt Freddy's hand touch his shoulder. Bonnie looked at his friend, who just shook his head.

The trio took their leave, and left Foxy alone with Mangle.

"Sorry you had to see that." Foxy apologized

"it's alright, Foxy. They got what was coming to them." Mangle said to Foxy.

"Hey uh, Mangle. Could you um uh step out of the room so I can change into my clothes?" Foxy said with a pink tint in his cheeks.

Mangle nodded before detaching herself from Foxy and sliding his privacy curtain around his bed.

Three hours later

After three hours of waiting and talking with his new friend, Mangle. He had been released from the hospital. And had made a new friend in the process. So he may have gotten stabbed and lived but he made a friend in the process. So it was worth it.

Now the only thing that was left was to go to school again and deal with all the gossip and yellow journalism, dammit.

'Maybe…maybe things won't be so bad' Foxy thought with a glimmer of hope.

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Well that is FNAF high for you. So if you think I should continue this story say continue this story.

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