Goldies pov: I fell over. Then an uproar over the auditorium. It was laughter. I turn red.. I try to get up. Then I slip and fall again. This time, Springtrap jumps on the stage and picks me up. I smile,"Thanks." He smiles, too. "I gotta watch your every move man.." I tilt my head with an 'Are you serious?' Look. He chuckles.

I walk to the microphone as the school auditorium got quiet. The microphone gave Feedback when I said,"Uhh.." I wince. I start again,"Uhh.. I only have one thing to say..." I look back at Springtrap. He was watching quietly.

I grab the microphone. "As Class President for the 8th grade council, I wanted to start the assembly with some verbal reminders for the new year ahead of us, and a fresh outlook for our new 7th graders.." A large crowd of kids were in the front row. They had questioned looks. "Uhh Franky.. Franky The Pirate Fox?" Then in the crowd, one short red Fox pushes past a bunch of people and comes up. We called him Foxy because we new he was FemBoy but he didn't admit it. He's got hips that away when he walks, and he had the curves of a woman. He grabs an extra microphone,"Yeah." Then some giggles came across the crowd. I roll my eyes.

"So, 1st rule.. Bullying is never ever acceptable." Foxy nods his head,"True. It is guys.. It's a terrible crime." I start again,"So.. I got this video thanks to the Hall Monitors..." I look down at a group of kids who were wearing badges, pens and pads of paper in there pockets. They nod.

I play it on the projector.

It was of Finnister, (street name: Toy Freddy) pushing someone into the wall and threatening to kill there pets and family if they don't shut there mouths..

The crowd gasps and starts muttering. They all look at Finny. He didnt look amused. He actually looked pretty pissed off. I gulp and stop the projector. "See? There are real threats around.. Franky? Can you tell us about you in 7th grade?" I turn to Foxy.

He smiles,"Hi 7th graders." The 7th graders wave. "You 8th graders remember this.." The 8th graders all nod. 

He starts,"Well, last year...I used to get picked on. I was made fun of for my height, age, sexuality, gender, belief, and the way I dressed. My family got involved. I was physically and mentally hurt." He lifts his shirt and a huge scar went across his chest,"This was from a knife, guys." A gasp came. "But I got help." He puts his hand on my shoulder...

I smile and speak,"Now... Rule 2.."