Freddy anxiously sat at his desk during his sixth hour. He staired at the clock while tapping his mechanical pencil repeatedly on the school desk. The clock read 1:42. He only had three more minutes until he could leave early.

He had to set up for football practice after school. He only had 15 minutes to set up the different drills, and get into uniform before the rest of the team got there for practice.

He glanced at the teacher who was sitting at her desk checking some papers. She glanced up too, and looked Freddy in the eyes. She then gave a small sideways nod to the door, indicating he could leave.

Freddy got up from his set, and slung his backpack over his right shoulder. He quickly headed for the door. It wasn't the fact that he was eager to get to football practice. In fact, he didn't even want to get into football in the first place. His dad made him join, only because he was the coach. But what he was eager for was just getting out of the class. At last he didn't have to sit still and listen to boring lectures.

He walked the halls quickly, and headed to his locker. He turned the dial to enter his code. After doing so, he gave a tug, and the door swiftly flew open.

He opened his backpack and put two textbooks inside. He closed the door and started to head towards the boys locker room.

Once he got there, he found his second locker and entered the code. The large lock gave no struggle, and came off the door. Freddy flew his bag inside, in exchange for his practice jersey and pads.

He quickly changed, and grabbed a set of keys on lanyard, and wrapped it around his neck. He then looked up at the clock. 1:52. He had about enough time before the rest of the team will be there. He ran out the door and onto the field.

He ran over to the large sports closet that sat next to the field. It was more like a warehouse than a closet. But that was what most people called it, so Freddy did too.

He pulled the keys off of his neck, and put them in the slot. It easily turned. Freddy then pulled the doors open to be greeted with many different sports equipment.

He pulled all the tackling pads out, and dragged them to the field. He then went back, and carried all the tires to the field. He didn't understand why his dad insisted all the equipment to be put away and set back up each day. It would be just fine if it had been left out.

He finally grabbed a net bag full of footballs. He hulled them back, and threw them to the ground.

As if right on cue, he saw his dad's car pull up. The larger bear stepped out of the drivers seat with a small white board in hand.

"Everything all set, Freddy?" His dad called out.

"Yep." Freddy called back.

The coach then looked at his watch on his right wrist.

"Give them five more minutes. Then we can start." Freddy's dad spoke in his rough voice.

"Kay." Freddy said not very excitedly. It wasn't his choice to be on the team.

•~•~•

Bonnie made his way to the back of the school where all the musical classrooms were. Band, vocal, anything pertaining to music. Bonnie pushed open the door to one of the band practice rooms.

He saw the others members of the band he was in.

A badger named Dallas. He is the main vocals. He also writes all the songs for the band. Bonnie first met him in 9th grade band. Once he heard him play the guitar, he had to have him in his band.

A jackal named Ricky. He played the base. Him and Bonnie never really talked alot. But they were still friends.

Then there is a panther named Vara. She plays the drums for the band. She is really good, but Bonnie isn't really too fond of her "bad girl" personality.

The band was going over a new song. Dallas was the first to spot Bonnie.

"There you are Bonnie!! About time you got here!" He yelled at the bunny.

"I've told you many times before, my last period is on the other side of the school. And even if I did run here, I won't be able to get here in less than a minute. You know how crowded the halls are in high school." Bonnie responded.

"Fine. We don't have time for this. Just grab your guitar, and let's practice this new song." Dallas said pointing to Bonnie's guitar.

Bonnie turned to the guitar, which was against the wall. He picked it up, and headed to his position. Dallas counted them in, and he began to play.

•~•~•

Chica slowly made her way to the home EC room. She carefully stepped around all of the other animals that ran in the opposite direction to the front doors. She finally made a left turn into a empty hallway. She walked to a small classroom full of ovens, stoves, and microwaves.

"Hello Miss Fry." Chica said into the room. Miss Fry was a large tabby cat. She was one of the cooking teachers in home EC.

"Why, hello Chica." Miss Fry said joyfully to the chicken. "What are you guys going to be making today?"

"The other girls wanted to do cupcakes." Chica responded while setting her backpack down.

"You girls just love making cupcakes." Miss Fry chuckled.

"That and pizza. Both are easy to make, and they're delicious." Chica debated.

"I can't disagree."

Then some other girls came in.

"Sorry we're late. Olivia had a jammed locker." A lizard who they called Liz said pointing a thumb at an owl.

"Sorry that I got stuck with the rusty locker this year." Olivia said sarcastically with her hands crossed.

"Where's Jadyen and Lola?" Chica asked.

Jadyen was a large mouse, and Lola was a mongoose.

"Jadyen has some family emergency, and Lola is at soccer practice." Olivia responded.

"That's fine. We can still make cupcakes with only three animals." Chica said a little sadly. Though no one noticed.

"Okay girls. Why don't we start?" Miss Fry said putting her hands together.

•~•~•

Foxy sat on the loud bus with two ear buds in. He was most likely to be the one of the only juniors on the bus. Most people his age should be driving to school. But he was grounded from his car for a week because him and his older brother got into a fight. Luckily, this was the last day of the punishment.

He looked at the song he was playing on his phone screen. Undefeated by Skillet. His favorite band/artist.

"Well. Well. Well. Look who it is. What's wrong fox? Can't pass your drivers test again?" It was Ronnie. He was a bull, and was also in Foxy's class. Him and his friends had cars ovisouly, but would sometimes ride the bus to pick on the younger animals without a license.

Foxy didn't respond.

"What's wrong fox? Too ashamed to speak?" Ronnie mocked.

Foxy let out a low growl, baring his long, sharp teeth.

"Go away Ronnie." Foxy spoke in between growls.

"Or what?" Ronnie teased.

Foxy then quickly turned and snapped at the bull, bearing more of his sharp teeth at them.

"You're all bark and no bite." Ronnie said proudly.

Foxy's tail was lashing violently behind him.

"I wouldn't be talking, bull." Foxy said still snarling while glancing at the bull's head.

Ronnie had his horns removed due to a fight he had caused at school. After that he couldn't come to school with horns anymore, and his parents thought it was best to remove them.

After understanding what the fox was getting at, the bull turned away without another word.

Foxy huffed, and turned back around to continue with his own business. The song was almost over when he was interrupted by some girl laughter. He turned to his left, and looked out the window to see three vixens laughing.

Foxy continued watching the three. He gave out a small inaudible sigh. Then one of the three got into the drivers seat of a car with the other two also getting in.

He stopped focusing on the girls when the large bus started to move. He looked forwards, and leaned back in the uncomfortable bus seats.

Just a half and hour until he gets home. Then can be free from this yellow prison.

•~•~•

Toy Freddy slowly made his way to his car in the parking lot of the high school.  He opened the back door and threw his bag inside. Not much in it, for he finished most of his homework in class.

He closed the door then opened the front to hop inside. I first thing he did after starting the engine was turn on his radio.

He kept this from all his friends, who were all mainly in the chess club, but he had a thrill for music. He always wanted to be a musician when he was older, but his after school activities interfere.

All the band students stay after school for an hour or two to practice. And if you wanted to be good, you would have to everyday. But he was stuck running chess club two out of five days a week. He joined all the way back when he was second grade. His parents told him it would keep him bright and strategic, which was true. But he's grown out of it and just can't bring himself to quit.

It would look bad to have someone that was in the club for almost a decade just quit.

He listened to the music coming through speakers. Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons. Alternative was always his favorite genre of music. Too bad it's almost impossible to get into the music business.

With the sound in his hears, he pulled out of the school parking lot and onto the road, to have his phone ring.

"Hello." He spoke into the receiver once he pulled up to a stop light.

"Hey just making sure you're still picking me up." It was his sister, Tina. She was a freshman that decided to go to a more advance high school instead of continuing through this one. Quite a few kids do it every year to improve their education for colleges, but he saw more negative effects than positive ones when he was given the option on doing it.

"Yeah, I just left."

"Good, because you forgot that one time, and it was really cold outside, and they wouldn't let me back I'm the building once I left it." She complained. She was a blabbermouth, at least that's what Toy Freddy thought.

"I know. Bye." He hung up before she could respond. She called him everyday since then, and now it's hard to forget.

All though she forgets to not call on the days where he stays after for chess club.

•~•~•

Toy Bonnie sat in the drivers seat of his car, having a binder propped up against the wheel, and his homework on top. He usually did most of his homework before he left school grounds, that way he wouldn't need to worry about it when he gets home.

Checking the time, he clipped the homework in the binder, and slid it into his blue backpack that was in the passenger's seat next to him.

Pulling out of the parking space, he drove onto the main road, although it was the opposite direction of his house. He never goes straight home after school, and when his parents ask where he's been, he always tells them he was doing his homework.

He hasn't even been driving for five minutes before he pulls into the lot of a small building. The building had a large treble clef sign on top, and the parking lot had been almost full. The store may be small, but that's how it's the best.

The large blue bunny gets out of his car and enters the store to be greeted by a jolly porcupine.

"Hey Toy Bonnie! I got all your stuff set up, so we're ready to go." The porcupine, who's name is Paul, greeted Toy Bonnie by slapping him on the back.

"Hi Paul. Could you wait a minute? It should only take a sec."

"Sure. I'll ring up this customer and be right back." Paul then turned towards the counter to help an animal who was buying some reeds.

Toy Bonnie then headed to the back practice room where he was bout to receive his lesson for the day. He never told his parents. They wanted him to focus on his studies rather than music, but he fell in love with it and chooses to play secretly after school.

He opened the door to see an expensive red guitar that he all too familiar with, for it is his.

•~•~•

Toy Chica paced back and forth the gym of the high school, staring down at clip board in her hands.

"If the DJ goes in the back over here, then the snack table should be here." She pointed down at the paper on it, which was a sketch of the gym.

Toy Chica was running the set up for the spring dance. The school could only afford two dances a year, homecoming and prom, but the students wanted another so student counsel was able to raise enough to throw a spring dance. Because students raised the money, students were in charge of planning.

"Toy Chica? You're talking to yourself again." A coyote named Fern said to the chicken, breaking her out of her trance.

"Oh... Yeah..." Toy Chica mumbled.

"It's not that flattering."

"What are you implying?"

"You need to get a boyfriend. You are like, the prettiest girl in school. Just take your pick." The coyote tried to give the chicken a pep talk.

"I guess you're right... Let's just talk about setting up for this dance. What DJ did you get?" Toy Chica changed the subject.

"Julie's handling that. I got the balloons."

"Good." Toy Chica wrote something down on the paper she had.

"I'm going to talk to the boys that are picking up the booth. But seriously, you need a boyfriend." She then turned to leave.

"Yeah... Right..." She mumbled again, looking back down at the clipboard in her hand.

She then started out to a pile of boxes full of streamers and other decorations.

•~•~•

Mangle drove down the road with the radio on, and two other vixens in the car.

There was Jenny, and light red fox who sat in the passenger seat next to Mangle. In the back sat Kaylee, a blond vixen who was always perky and fun.

"Oh! I love this song!!" Kaylee cheered while reaching up to the front to turn up the volume. The song was Colors by Halsey.

"Kaylee! Get back! You're going to get me into an accident." Mangle shoved the fox back while trying to keep an eye on the road.

"Lighten up Mangle. You're a great driver, you could never get in an accident." Jenny said.

"Never say never. And just because I'm a good driver doesn't mean I can't get distracted and get into an accident." Mangle calmly explained to her friends.

Buzz

"Can you get that for me? No texting and driving." Mangle asked.

"Mangle, when will you stop being such a goody-to-shoes?" Jenny sassed while picking up the phone. "It's from Kyle."

"Ooooohhh... Mangle, your BF is the best for texting you after school." Kaylee called from the back.

"Sure... whatever. What does it say?" Mangle responded.

"He just says he loves you." Jenny read.

"He is so sweet." Kaylee cooed. "You two will be so cute at the spring dance."

"I don't know. He hasn't asked me yet." Mangle explained.

"Mangle, he's your boyfriend, you two will definitely go to the dance together." Jenny tried to lead on.

"I would still like him to ask, but...whatever, let's just get you two home." Mangle responded as the car continued to drive down the road.

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Hey everyone 👋 I'm finally back with another story! This took me so long to write (8 Months) but I hope it's worth it.

This story allows me to have a little more freedom with writing about Five Nights at Freddy's. It allows me to be a little more silly and free with what I want the characters to do.

I also want this story to be a little more interactive than my other one. This one obviously has a lot of OCs in the story, and every once and a while, I could put one of your OCs in as a cameo.

If you would like to see your OC in the story, fill out the chart below, either in the comments, or by private messaging me

Name:
Gender:
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Extra Info:

(No blood relations with the main crew; no love relationships)

I also want to know how the FNaF characters will meet and become the Fazbear Crew, please vote on one before April 30th:

•Detention (Like every high school story ever)

•Helping Plan The Dance

(If I don't get votes, it will be a coin flip)

Also, I'm really sorry that some sections are a lot smaller than others, but I wanted to get this out there, but don't worry, they are all main characters!

Anyway, I really hope you will like this story, not all chapters will be this long, (2700-3000 words) but they will be lengthy 😊

I hope you enjoy! Bye!! 💖💖