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After 6 years...

"Who are you?!"

"I am your ever loyal servant; Chichi Warner is my name, sir!"

"What did you do in these past six years?!"

"Train vigorously and as hard as I can, sir!"

"What is your only reason for living?!"

"To protect your son, Sir Springtrap Calloway, sir!"

"I can't hear you!"

"To protect Sir Springtrap Calloway with my life, sir!"

"Then, you're all set! Remember...the reason your still living is because of me. Your father had thrown you away and will never come back to you."

"Yes sir! You are the reason why I am living! My father had thrown me away and he will never come back to get me!"

"Ugh...early in the morning and there's this shouting. What the f*ck is going on?" Springtrap yawned. His messy bed hair was very obvious first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, sir! I am your new bodyguard, Chichi Warner at you service!" Chichi introduced herself.

Springtrap smirked. "I see." There was malice hidden in those eyes. "What a funny name. You can call me Prince Springtrap or Your Highness, though."

"Springtrap! Watch your mouth!"

"Shut up Dad. You arranged me a marriage to a girl I never met so it's only right for me to complain a little. In a way, I can get back at you." Springtrap glared.

Spencer sighed. "We've talked about this countless times. You know I won't change my mind unless you bring me a proper girl."

"Yeah, yeah." Sprintrap glanced back to Chichi. "So?"

"My deepest apologies Sir Springtrap, but calling you a prince will be quite informal and it's certainly not a suitable word next to your filthy name."

"Dad! This new servant likes to sass!"

"Complain all you want, Sir. But your father can't fire me. Nor can I quit this job."

"An ice queen, you are, my lovely Chichi."

Chichi rolled her eyes heavenwards. 'This is gonna be such a pain...'

. . .

"Where are you going?!" Chica asked her brother.

"Work," he answered briefly.

"Where exactly?!" She was getting irritated.

"To a coffee shop. There's this new established company by the Matthews'. I got hired there yesterday."

Freddy didn't tell the whole story. The Matthews actually heard about the misery of their family. Starting with their father who failed to be a security guard in some sort of jewelry shop, followed by a car accident in the same day, they heard about all of it since the car the thief stole with his runaway was owned by the Mr. Bryce Matthew who was inside the jewelry shop. They decided to hire his as a waiter in their new company. He also heard about the misfortune of their old company – Strike. But all in all, they were a great help to earn his own income.

"Good for me. As if what my stupid twin sister's payment is going to be sufficient for my needs. Go buy me something expensive before you go home. Ta-ta!" She closed the door as soon as he was outside.

Freddy mentally rolled his eyes. He didn't want her sister catching up with that small brain. But he had to admit, her sister was smart, academically only.

. . .

Bonbon saw an eraser roll under her table. They were currently in art class. She looked up to check who owned it. Beside her, a boy was trembling. Though, Bonbon didn't know why.

She picked up the eraser.

"Is this yours?"

"Help! Ah! I mean...Y-you can have it!"

Bonbon stared. "I already have an eraser. Here."

"No, no! It's yours! Really!" the boy insisted.

"What's the ruckus back there?! Bonbon, go to the principal's office if you think my class is unsatisfactory." their teacher called from the front of the room. Bonbon narrowed her brows. 'What did I do this time?'

Her teacher flinched when she noticed Bonbon 'glaring'. "N-never mind! Bryan, go to the principal's office!" The boy, Bryan, quickly stood up and exited the room.

Bonbon stared in confusion. She sighed for the umpteenth time and put the eraser on the boy's desk.

After class, another boy approached her. "Bonbon, I like you!"

"What?"

The boy didn't say anything more. He looked like he was about to cry. Ah...Bonbon remembered how many countless times this happened.

"Ah...you got dared, huh? Poor you. Don't approach me.....

...if you don't wanna die....GET.IT.?"

Bonbon turned her back and walked away, leaving the boy who fainted laying on the ground. 'What a day...'

. . .

"I remember assigning a poem for the whole class to write and recite on the front today. Who would like to be a volunteer to go first?" their teacher asked.

During the whole grade school, they had the same teacher, and same classmates. Only a few people changed schools.

Their teacher scanned the room. "Bonnie Matthews. As the top-scorer and most active in the class, I expect you have a decent poem this time?" She eyed him carefully with hawk-like eyes.

Bonnie smiled genuinely. "Of course."

Bonnie walked proudly in front of the class. They stared at his every footstep, fearing for the worst. When he reached the front, Bonnie cleared his throat. He spoke in his loudest voice for everyone in the room to hear.

"God made coke.

God made pepsi.

God made me, oh so sexy.

God made rivers.

God made lakes.

God made you.

Oh well, we all make mistakes."

Everybody in the room face-palmed. "Mr. Matthews, I thought you said you had a decent poem this time around? Is this what you call decent?!"

"Isn't it?" He smiled widely.

"Get out. Now!"

"Yes ma'am!" Bonnie cheerfully got out. He walked freely in the hallways.

After a few minutes, he saw a familiar person who wasn't in their class for at least 6 years. Layla Jabel. Disgusting girl.

"Bonnie? Is that you?"

Bonnie faked a smile. "Who did you think I was, Layla?"

"You changed! You're really..."

"I know," he answered. He was about to leave but he felt a hand pulling his arm.

"I have to tell you something."

"Spill it."

Layla stared at his perfect shaped-face.

"Bonnie...I think I love you," Layla smiled sickeningly sweetly at him.

Bonnie smirked before pulling his arm away. Layla was terrified for a second. But his smirk changed into a genuine smile.

"Don't worry."

There was a brief relief on Layla's face. Bonnie returned to smirking.

"I love myself too! See ya!"

He skipped away. Layla fell to her knees.

. . .

"Foxy-senpai!"

Foxy glanced at her before returning to reading his book. "What?"

"FOXY-SENPAI!"

"...What?"

"FO.XY.SEN.PAI~!"

"What?!"

"FOXY-SENPAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~~!"

"I ASKED YOU, WHAT IN THE H*LL IS IT THIS TIME?!"

"I love you~"

Foxy flushed.

"Haha! Got ya!"

"S-shut up you twerp!"

"Aw...Foxy-senpai's embarrassed! Want me to kiss you to make up for it?"

"H*ll no!"

"You know you want it," Mangle tried to say in a seductive voice as she raised her eyebrows up and down repeatedly.

"Stop that! Just....quit bothering me!"

"How? I was born to bother you!" she replied. That actually made sense.

Foxy groaned. Looks like the new Mangle was worse than the last one.

"Stand there. Don't move. Don't talk. Just don't...hopefully you don't breathe too!"

"Okay!"

Behind the wall, there was one little girl dressed in an all-black gothic dress. For the first time, she smiled. 'Yep. She'll be just fine.'

Uhhh...how?

And just like that, things might never be the same way again.