Today was Monday and Foxy woke up earlier than usual. He started making breakfast and made his way to her lady's room.

He knocked twice on the door but he didn't hear any reply. He sighed. Mangle was a very heavy sleeper. And when he tried waking her up once on a school day...well...let's just say it turned into hell. And this day is just another version.

He entered the room knowing that Mangle forgot to lock it again. 'Such a careless person. I wonder what she can do without me...'

As soon as he opened the door, the sight of Mangle's head popped out of her blanket as she snuggled closer to it. 

"Good morning, my lady. You know, I will be very thankful if you got up right at this very moment so that we both won't be late. AGAIN."

Foxy saw Mangle's arms raise as she pulled the blanket to cover her head.

Foxy frowned as he massaged his temples. He was in his school uniform and was already long prepared for school before he went inside Mangle's room, knowing full well the possibilities on what will happen once he entered the demon's lair.

"I'll buy you books after school if you get up~" he tried to say in a cheerful voice. Mangle didn't move. 'So it wasn't Angel? I thought she would be the one attending school today.'

"Umm...I'll be the model to your next artwork~" he tried once more. But still, Mangle showed no signs of movement. 'Not Foxina. Then...oh god.' Realization dawned him. He let go of the handle of the food cart and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Lady Vixen, I would appreciate it if you stop pretending to be asleep." Mangle flinched. 

"Aha!" Foxy unconsciously shouted. "Get up now lady brat."

A pillow made a way to his face, blocking his entire view. Foxy almost snapped. The pillow slowly fell down on the floor and a smirking Vixen laid in front of him, malice shown on her sparkling slightly narrowed eyes. "Shut up, servant," a childish voice was heard.

"Sadistic as usual, I see," Foxy told her.

"A mother-hen as usual, I see," Vixen tried on copying Foxy's tone. 

He glared even harder. "Lady Vixen, will you please switch to Lady Angel as soon as possible? Knowing your brain, you wouldn't be able to last a day in school." Foxy mentally smirked.

Vixen glared at him. "Fine, fine. Whatever. "

Vixen wasn't dumb. It's just that Foxina and Angel were smarter.

"I don't want to eat your disgusting self-made breakfast anyway." 

'Says the one who can't even step inside her own kitchen,' Foxy thought and didn't say anything anymore. He doesn't want to spend another minute arguing with Vixen, thank you very much. And he doesn't want another one of her rumblings about breakfast not being ice cream.

Noticing Foxy's silence, Vixen decided to just switch. "I'll see you again, slave~" 

Foxy could only roll his eyes. Vixen's childish grin and sparkling wide eyes changed to duller ones. Her eyes was neutral and she didn't smile nor frown. 

"Good morning Lady Angel. I brought breakfast." Foxy bowed. Angel could only nod as Foxy set the food in front of her.

It was a comfortable silence between the two...and Foxy was very muck thankful for it.

He checked his watch. "I trust that you can prepare in 30 minutes?" he asked her. Angel could only nod once again.

Foxy left the room. 'Yup, yup. Truly an angel...'

Poor fool.

. . .

'Angel! Angel!' she heard a familiar childish voice inside her head. 

'Yes Vixen?' she answered inside her thoughts as she sipped the tea Foxy brought her.

'Why don't you talk much to Foxy? It wouldn't hurt you know.'

'Stop being too shy. You can be open with him like us. We've been together for years!' Another voice was heard in her mind. She recognized it as Foxina's.

'By open...you mean like what?' she asked as she took a bite from her breakfast.

'Like me showing my sadistic measures to him!' That was Vixen.

'And like me whom he knows to have a peverted side!' And that was Foxina.

'Look. I know we three are one and we have different personalities. I just choose to keep my secrets...well....secrets. A childish sweet tooth who turned out to be a sadistic brat...'

'Hey!'

'And a wonderful artist who turned out to be perverted flirt...'

'Hey!'

"But aren't you two both proud of your bad sides?' she asked inside her mind as she made her way to the bathroom.

'Well, yeah. We're both proud and open to Foxy and a few people who are close to us,' both voices answered her.

'That's my point. I also have a bad side, and I don't want anyone to know. No one must know beneath my smart and mature personality what I am hiding. I'm thankful that you didn't tell Foxy about me anything. Because I'm not open and proud of it. I find it very embarrassing!!!'

She heard laughs. 'You mean those things you write?~ But I kind of admit I don't like them that much...considering that you use our name,' Vixen told her.

'S-shut up!' 

'Woah, woah...Ms. Mature snapped. Don't worry...I love the things you write,' Foxina chuckled.

'We'll keep quiet now so that you can concentrate on school...'

'Poor Foxy...thinking Angel was a god-sent shy girl...We're out!'

And then...no voices were heard inside her brain anymore.

She sighed. 

. . . 

 Foxy and Mangle..well...Angel...were seatmates in every class they went. Of course, people can't keep staring at them. In school, Foxy only supports Mangle in the background and left no impression of him being the butler of the great, rich and powerful Mangle Psyche. Since anyone can't deny Foxy was good looking, and they didn't know his family background, because of his mature actions, people tend to think he came from a rich family. Well, he was. Until that accident.

Being always seen with Mangle, also a beauty in their school made people think they were in some sort of a relationship. 

"Ms. Psyche, can you tell us the scientific term for brain freeze?"

Foxy could hear Angel sigh before she stood up. "The scientific term of brain freeze is Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia." She sat down.

"Very good."

Mangle's classmates were now used to her being all smart. She could even skip a grade if she wanted to...but she refused.

Actually, there was one more genius inside the room.

"Mr. Sanguine. Friends share more DNA than strangers. Can you explain further on this statement?"

Foxy stood up. "Geneticists found unrelated friends have 1 per cent of genes which match. This is similar to fourth cousins who share great-great-great grandparents. Researchers suspect this trend is rooted in human evolution. Among genes studied, those affecting sense of smell were the most similar. Findings mean scientists are able to make a calculated guess as to which people are likely to become friends just by testing their DNA. Do I need to explain even further?"

Their teacher just smiled. "That is beyond plenty. Very good Mr. Sanguine."

Foxy sat down. He wasn't smart as Angel, though. But he could admit he was smarter than Vixen or Foxina. But not that far.

Class ended peacefully and the usual happened. Angel wasn't very much of a talker. In fact, she didn't talk at all to anyone, even Foxy.

They went home without speaking to each other.

. . .

That night...Foxy went inside to Mangle's room carrying a tray of dinner.

He knocked but no one answered. He tried many times and called for them. "Lady Foxina? Lady Vixen? Lady Angel?"

He didn't hear anything so he just entered Mangle's room.

Mangle wasn't on her bed so where could she be? "Lady Mangle?" Woah...it was a while he called her that.

"Foxy?" she heard a voice echoing from the bathroom. "I'm currently taking a shower so please my l-leave!"

He heard a mature voice so could it be...Angel? He never heard her speak to him like that before!

"Yes ma'am!" He tried to head for the door but the blanket caught his foot, making him stumble to the ground and dragging the covers with him. He yelped in pain before standing up.

That's when he saw it. 'An open notebook was actually hidden under her sheets?' 

He walked closer to the bed, curiosity shown on his face.

He grabbed the notebook and started reading.

. . .

Angel made her way out of the bathroom, fully-clothed. Her jaw dropped open.

"W-w-w-w-why are you reading that Foxy?! I thought you left!"

Foxy tilted his head to the side to see her. His eyes were wide a tint of red flashed on his cheeks, showing that he was blushing.

"W-wha...what..exactly....are you w-writing?" he asked as he dropped the notebook back to her bed.

Angel could only stare in shock. "Did you read....e-everything?!"

Foxy, still blushing and his current state of shock, slowly nodded.

Angel's knees weakened and she knelt on the ground. "I...I've been keeping this from everyone. But now that you know, I guess I should tell you."

Foxy gulped and prepared for the worst.

"Actually...I am...

...writing smut Five Nights at Freddy's fanfictions!!!"

Foxy fainted.

(A/N: This is what Mangle looks like when she changes to Angel)

Mangle's third personality, Angel, despite her name...well yeah...she is an Angel since she's very smart and mature. She doesn't talk to anyone. But in reality she's a shy and hardcore fan of the game Five Nights at Freddy's that she gave in to the Fangle fandom and wrote...well....things! Seeing the coincidence in the names of Foxy and her's from the game, this sparked her inspiration.

. . .

Bet I made you all almost flip tables there! Well, if you didn't, well, guess I suck at writing. Hahaha...but I still enjoyed writing this! And having people still read this story is a miracle! Whoo!! Stay tuned! 

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