As she looked upon the ominous black gates of her new school, Mangle an animatronic white fox started feeling sick. Not the "I'm starting a new school, I hope people like me" sick, but the feeling of a hammer hitting your skull and you feel like your stomach got punched.

It was the first new school for Mangle. She didn't know what to do. She had to meet a girl in front of the gates for her campus tour, but she hadn't shown up.

She hoped her choice of clothes was okay. She was wearing a pink bow that complimented her white fur and matched her velvety ears. She painted her nails pink for the occasion and wore red lipstick, blush, black mascara, and pink eyeshadow to make her look fresh and well rested.

Mangle reached into her black leather backpack and pulled out her phone which buzzed with a recording of one of her new songs she recorded.

"Have fun, you're the most talented girl I know," her best friends Baby and Ballora texted her.

Ballora and Baby were at her old school. Sister Location High School was more up to date on technology, but this school had the greatest art program in the country. Mangle was fortunate to be able to audition let alone attend this prestigious academy.

Mangles yellow eyes sparkled with flecks of amber as she smiled at the warm text her best friends in the whole wide world sent.

"Hi, are you the new girl," an animatronic chicken chirped, "I'm supposed to show you around."

She was wearing a white bib with different colored confetti drawn on it saying "Let's Eat" and a yellow pleated skirt. She also had these bright orange feet that clashed her violet eyes in a good way. She smiled a warm, inviting, and award winning smile.

"I'm Chica the Chicken the cooking club president and student body president," she said warmly, "and you are?"

"Mangle, Mangle the Vixen. I am a DIY designer, vocalist, and songwriter,"  Mangle greeted.

Chica stood there clearly impressed, "A rarity, I can't wait to teach you."

As Chica explained how the arts program worked. Mangle then saw all the students go to their classes.

"That reminds me," Mangle said, "Where is Room 3? I go to that class first."

"You're in choir with me," Chica squealed, "Let's see if you get into the VIP singers group."

The VIPs are the most popular kids in school. There is a talent and social pyramid at the school. On the bottom are people who are loners and don't have much potential. The middle contain regulars, those who have friends and regular potential. The top are the rich kids who are famous, have talent, and have star quality. It is the label you have for the rest of high school. New kids like Mangle are known, but don't have friends so they are in the middle of the social pyramid.

Soon things are going to change. Nothing will be the same. The cliques will be scattered and Mangle will be in the center of it.

Chica and Mangle walked into school together clueless to what was going to happen next.