"Hey Fern!" Toy Chica cried to the coyote while walking up to her with her personalized clipboard in hand. "Did you get those balloons?" She asked staring down at the board with a pink pen in her right hand.

"Balloons. Forgot." Fern smacked her forehead. "I'll bring them tomorrow. Promise."

"You said you would handle balloons yesterday. We need them ASAP. The dance is only a week away and we to start setting up." Toy Chica complained.

"I know I know. I'll get them." The coyote rolled her eyes. "But you need to find a date." She said in a sassy tone.

"What's up with you and that? I don't need a date." Toy Chica looked away, not wanting to talk about it anymore than they already have.
"Just get the balloons, okay?" She snapped then left her irresponsible friend before she could reply.

"Is Toy Chica here?" She heard her name from across the room. She looked up from her board in her hand to see the vice principle, a leopard, talking to another student in the room. The other student, an Squirrel believed to be named Lilly, pointed in her direction.

The VP began to head over to the chicken with a piece of paper in her hand. "Mrs. Gorno, is there a problem?" Toy Chica asked cautiously.

"Why yes there is." She held up the paper to face Toy Chica. "Can you explain this?" She continued in an angry and annoyed tone.

The paper was a flyer for the spring dance, but it had been horribly defaced by someone. Most likely by some misbehaving freshman boys. "I can't. I would never allow this." Toy Chica tried to defend herself.

"That's not the point of this. You are suppose to be in charge of this school event in it's entirety. These flyers went up a week ago, and the act of vandalism happened a few days ago. I tried to give you a chance to take it down without any punishment, but that obviously didn't happen. For your blindness of all the events surrounding this dance, I have no choice but to give you detention after school today." Mrs. Gorno lectured.

Toy Chica had no words as she was handed the white slip of paper for her detention. As the leopard began to walk away, Toy Chica spoke up, "Sorry about that." She almost mumbled it.

The vice principal turned her head the slightest to see the bird, giving only an "Uh huh," before turning to leave out the doors.

Toy Chica stared down at the slip in her hand with a devastated look on her face. At least she wasn't stripped away of the opportunity to continue with planning the dance.

•~•~•

Small chatter filled the Chemistry room. Toy Freddy was working on his packet that was due the next day. His teacher, a polar bear, was sitting at her desk reading a book. He didn't understand why, they have just taken a test and they weren't graded yet.

He gave out a frustrated sigh as he glanced at the teacher. He turned to the clock to see that he still had most of the hour left before he could go home.

He didn't talk to anyone too much when they were given time to do work. He wanted it to get done so he wouldn't have to do it home. He didn't understand why others didn't think like that.

Ding

Toy Freddy's phone chimed in his bag that was sitting at his desk. The teacher hated phones in the class. He looked shocked for a moment before he saw that no one has noticed.

He went back to doing his work. 'It's only a text.' He told himself.

Ding

There it was again. He looked around the room and again no one seemed to notice.

'It happens all the time.' He told himself again. Of course the one day he forgets to put his phone on silent, it starts to blow up.

A few moments passed, then it happened. His phone started ringing. Without thinking, he reached into his bag and grabbed the noisy phone.

"No no no. Turn off. Turn off." He mumbled while tapping away at the device. While doing so, he could see the picture of his sister in the screen. The phone stopped as he hit the cancel button. He glanced slowly up as he saw his teacher standing above him, with a very unamused look on her face. She stuck her hand out, and Toy Freddy placed his phone in it with a nervous chuckle.

"You can collect it after class." She said while handing him a pink piece of paper with her other hand. As she walked away, Toy Freddy let out a sigh as he placed his head in his hands.

A few other kids were chuckling on the other side of the class. He shot them a dirty look and they quickly turned away.

He looked at the piece of paper in his hand reading it over carefully. His sister was in big trouble.

•~•~•

Chica made her way to the economics room. Her chicken talons made a clicking noise as she walked down the empty hallway. No one really came down here after school, but that's fine with her. She liked the quiet, but really liked hanging with her friends too. That's why dealing with food was a great fit for her.

She had her bag slung over her shoulder. She went to the bathroom after class ended, and didn't have much time to head back to her locker. Previous years she wouldn't care, but she was 'put in charge' and had to be there to supervise.

Miss Fry was usually the supervisor, but she still was a teacher and had some stuff to do. She never knew when or when not she would be there with them.

Getting closer to the room, Chica could start to hear some noise emanating from down the hall. Looks like her friends have already beaten her to it. She continues to calmly walk until the noise got exponentially louder.

She quickly sprinted to the room, completely ignoring the all famous "no running in the halls" rule. Upon entering, her vision was blocked by a thin layer of smoke. All though the smoke wasn't enough to cover the fact that a fire had started on the stove top, and the two girls were screaming next to it.

"Oh my God!" Chica screamed, running for the emergency blanket in it's red case on the wall. She quickly pulled it out and spirited to the burning stove. Throwing the blanket on top, she let our a sigh of relief.

"Guys, what happened?" Chica asked, all though when she looked up she saw that the two girls have disappeared from the room. She looked around confused, then proceeded to try to clean up the mess that they have made.

"What happened in here!?" Chica jumped back surprised at the sudden voice. Miss Fry was standing in the doorway, awestruck by the smoke covering the ceiling.

"Miss Fry, I can explain." Chica tried to reason.

"Chica, I trust you to take care of the room when I'm gone." She glanced around. "This is not taking care of the room."

Chica stood in silence. She has never been in trouble before, and this was not the way to start.

"Chica, you are one of my best students. It pains me to give you this, but hopefully it will make you think more responsibly." She pulled out a small slip of paper and handed it to Chica. "Clean this place up, and just head home. No after school class today." She turned and left the room.

Chica's eyes filled with tears. What was she going to tell her parents?

•~•~•

Bonnie hated being late.

It happens all the time, and really shouldn't effect him, but when all those eyes are staring at you when you finally arive. Who would ever just except being late?

Of course he was running late to band practice. Again.

Really it's not his fault that he's late everyday. Band students were supposed to have lockers next to the band room, but there was a mix up in the locker system that put him in the complete opposite direction of the room. After the problem was discovered, it was already too late to be changed.

So now here he was, taking way too long to arive to practice. He finally made it to the room after having to make up a quiz he missed earlier, only making him more late.

He was about to enter only to be stopped by Vara that backed out of the room while holding something.

"Uh, hey Vara. How are you?" Bonnie asked a little intimidated, while holding up a hand signaling a hello.

Vara looked over to Bonnie like he just said the most stupid thing possible. She looked back at the room while saying, "Practice's been canceled. Some teacher needs the room today or something." She spoke almost disgusted at the reason while looking into the room that Bonnie has yet to enter.

"So what are you still doing here?"

She gave a loud, annoyed sigh, looking up at the ceiling like a half an eye roll. "Just take this." She shoved the object in her hand right into Bonnie's chest. It turned out to be a can of black spray paint.

While Bonnie was looking down at the can in a confused manner, Vara picked up her bag that was laying against the wall, and bolted out of the hallway. Far away from Bonnie and the can.

Bonnie, curious and wanting to grab his guitar, waltzed into the room, only to immediately stop in place and stare at the once white wall.

"SCHOOL IS A GLORIFIED PRISON" was written in huge black letters on the wall. Bonnie stood stunned as he stared at the bold words on the wall. He knew that Vara was a 'bad girl', but vandalizing the inside of a school classroom? It was pretty stereotypical once he thought about it.

"Oh my gosh." Bonnie was snapped out of his trance by the sound of an older voice. He spun around to see a shocked female duck, whom he didn't noticed enter the room, stared and stood in awe at the now vandalized wall.

"I didn't do this!" Bonnie nearly shouted at the teacher who was probably the one needing the room today.

"You're holding the can!" She shouted back, gesturing to the black spray paint container in Bonnie's grasp.

Bonnie looked down stunned at the metal can, like he forgot it even existed.

"You're lucky I'm only going to give you a detention for this." The walked up angrily to the bunny and handed him a slip of paper. "Now get out of here before I decide a much more serious punishment is in order."

Bonnie, without thinking, ran out of the room with the can still in his hands. Once he was far away enough from the the room and the teacher, a stopped running and started panting.

He looked down at the two objects in his hands that he didn't even start out with.

If only he wasn't so late.

•~•~•

"Ok kids! Now that everyone is here, I can go over the rules!" Mrs. Weaver, appropriately a beaver, stood in front of eight students. Two bears, two bunnies, two chickens, and two foxes. "No talking. No getting up from your seat. And no phones." She paced the room in front of the nervous, bored, and annoyed students.

"You get out of detention in two hours. Now, I believe that students need their freedom and privacy to better their actions and thoughts, so I am going to leave the room and leave you to yourselves." She opened the door. "I trust that you follow the rules. But if you don't, at least keep quiet." The beaver left the room with the door closing and locking behind her.

"Why would you give rules and not enforce them?" Mangle mumble annoyingly, leaning back with her arms crossed.

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a rule breaker, Mangle." Toy Chica said with an all-knowing smirk, turning in her chair to face Mangle.

"I'm not. My friends got me in here." Everyone looked at the vixen with curiosity, as if they were all wanting her to tell the story. Mangle looked around and gave in, sighing. "It's kinda a long story. My friends wanted to set a romantic setting so my boyfriend would ask me to the dance coming up. So being the idiots that they are, they filled the library up with ladybugs."

"Ladybugs aren't very romantic." Toy Chica responded nervously.

"I don't get it either. But they were no where to be found when we got caught." Mangle finished.

"You got my story beat." Freddy commented confidently while putting his hands behind his head.

"Oh yeah? Spill." Chica pointed at Freddy, who was sitting right next to her.

"Some kid was just messing with some football equipment and I got blamed." Freddy pointed to himself.

Foxy quietly chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Freddy asked at the fox on the other side of the room.

"Nothing. It's just that I watched the jerk do it. I was recording it, and some teacher didn't like that. Didn't like me either and gave me the pink slip." Foxy waved the detention slip on his desk with a smirk on his face.

Freddy's faced lowered into a frown.

"That's kind of lame." Toy Freddy called out next to Chica.

"Lame?" Foxy jokingly growled.

"Guys. We're not supposed to talk." Toy Bonnie popped up from near the back of the room.

"Ah. Look who's talking." Foxy turned around to mock the perfect student.

"I'm just following rules." The blue bunny defended.

"If you were following rules, then how are you in here?" Mangle slyly asked as everyone also became interested.

Toy Bonnie pulled his book up more as the other seven animals all stared at him.

"I was just doing my homework at the wrong time." He timidly explained.

Foxy burst out laughing while everyone else tried to hold in their chuckles.

"It's not that funny." Toy Bonnie spoke up.

"Yeah. All our explanations were pretty lame." Toy Chica chimed in resting her head in her hands.

"Speak for yourself. My friends started a fire, then left the room leaving me as the one responsible." Chica stated proudly lifting her head up in the moment.

"I tip my hat to you ma'am." Freddy said tipping his own top hat at the chicken in respect for her reason to end up in detention.

"Whoa. Before you tip anymore hats at the lamest excuse ever," Bonnie started in a joking manner, "let me say my reason." Bonnie nearly stood up from his seat in excitement as everyone paid attention. "One of my band mates vandalized a band room by spray painting all over the wall. She gave me the can and ran."

"That's not as great." Toy Bonnie piped up. Everyone turned around and looked at him to see that he put down his book and was paying attention.

"Look who's gotten into the fun." Toy Freddy said cheerfully.

The blue bunny gave a small chuckle. "Yeah. I will admit, it is kinda fun to disobey a little."

"I never really had this fun in a conversation for a long time. And we aren't really even talking about anything." Toy Chica claimed.

"She's got a point." Mangle commented.

"You know it's crazy, but I think we all went to the same middle school." Bonnie thought aloud while putting his head on his fist in a thinking position.

"I knew that." Foxy said knowingly and confidently.

"I did too. We just never really crossed paths. Wish we did though." Mangle said softly.

"This is going to sound super cheesy, but you guys give off a different feel than anyone else I encountered. Almost like we were made to be friends." Chica sweetly spoke.

"Barf." Foxy said coldly. The girls all glared at him. "But...you're right." He gave in.

"So what do you say? You guys want to be friends?" Toy Chica finally asked the question. Everyone sat quietly but not wanting to be the first to answer the simple yet dreaded question.

But no one did.

They instead all just nodded and smiled at the fact that they found people that gave them a good feeling inside.

Like they said, they were in fact made to be friends.

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OMG that ending was so cheesy. But I had to put it that way, because I need them to all be really great friends really soon. And they are the Fazbears. They were technically built to be together as a group of really great friends that know eachother for years to come.

But enough about that. I hope you all liked the chapter. It was a little shorter than the last one, and don't think I got lazy with the way I did all the reasons they got detention, it was planned that way at the beginning.

But I would like to thank my sister __Bonnielover__ for help with making this chapter. She revises my stuff, so if there is any typos, please direct the complaints to her.

There were no OC cameos in this chapter if you haven't noticed. That is because I have actually lost the info. So if ya have an OC, please put in info in the COMMENTS, not my private messages. Thank you.

So for the next chapter, I need you to pick one of the eight characters to have the chapter "focus" on them. This includes:

Freddy

Bonnie

Chica

Foxy

Toy Freddy

Toy Bonnie

Toy Chica

Mangle

It would be really helpful if you guys could vote on someone.

But again, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!