Hi, I'm alive.

This was done in the middle of the night so it's bad.

Here are some name changes:

Mangle- Margo

Foxy- Finn

Marionette- Leo

Toy Freddy- Fletcher

Toy Bonnie- Ben

Golden Freddy- Gordon

Springtrap- Clyde

Nightmarionne- Martin

Nightmare Mangle- Maya

Jack-O-Bonnie- John

jack-o-chica- Jackie

All the phantoms have been removed.

Beginning written by CardassianTrekki, edited by me.

And that's about it. Into the story :)

Daliah hummed Candy Store. She had made the... Unfortunate mistake of listening to Heathers/watching it and she was addicted. Not as much as Undertale, but still addicted.

She was actually not that bad at singing, she just thought she was terrible, so she didn't believe it when others told her she should try out for the musical.

She currently was in detention hall cleaning the whiteboard, after she was caught talking smack back at her godawful French teacher. Seriously, he insulted the very language when he tried to pronounce it, and Daliah told him so. And... Well now here she was, alone in the classroom. She had just written a BS note about how 'sorry' she was for being disrespectful (yeah right) to the higher authority.

Dalian said out loud, as she sprayed cleaner on the board, "I would normally slap that asshole's face off but I was NICE. All I did was ask him why he was mangaling up the beautiful language of France. Of course, that probably was when I realized, I fucked up."

X's voice broke through, saying "Yeah and your mom is probably going to be PISSED, from both your language and the fact this is your third detention this MONTH."

Daliah turned to face him and asked "Why the hell are you here?"

X stepped through the doorway and said, "I was sent to tell you your detention is over. Its 4:30. Like, seriously, who the hell stays 30 minutes over their designation detention period, unless of course you actually like this?"

Daliah widened her eyes and she said "Oh shit! Danny is staying late tonight with his crew so he can't pick me up, and I missed the bus, AND my mom is working. Oh goddamit, I now have to walk home."

X asked "Yeah. Where do you live?"

"A couple of miles, probs will find the metro to get there," Daliah replied.

X shook his head and said "Nah. I already have my licence,so why don't I take you home?"

Daliah widened her eyes and asked "Seriously? You would do that for me?"

X said "Only if you agree not to mess with the radio or air conditioning."

Daliah smirked and said "Sounds good. Let's get going then. Need to grab my backpack first."

X nodded and they headed for her locker. Daliah spun the lock and it clicked open, to reveal her VERY disorganized lockers. Papers were everywhere, with drawings all over her math homework. Anime and Undertale stuff, it seemed the most.

X said "And now I know why your grades are bad."

Daliah glared and said "For you information, I have B's!"

"Even Nate has A's. He does his homework five minutes before class, usually," X scoffed.

Daliah grumbled and stuffed homework in her bag, before slamming the locked close and putting on her red backpack.

They headed out to the parking lot, and X stopped in front of an old orange pickup truck.

Daliah whistled and said "Damn, this is awesome."

"Obviously. It's mine, after all," he laughed.

They got in and Daliah gave him her address. He plugged it into the GPS, and started the car. It was freezing cold from the air conditioning, while some Fall Out Boy song was playing in the background. Daliah hunkered into her hoodie and put her feet on the dash.

X glared. "Seatbelt. And get your feet off my car."

"Make me," she grinned back.

X shoved her feet off, before shrugging and saying, "suit yourself. If you die, don't blame me."

Daliah rolled her eyes and looked out on the road. Soon they neared a… more dangerous part of town. He was near the lousy apartment complexes.

Daliah said, "Oh joy, home sweet home. Well... Thanks X."

X shrugged. "No problem. See ya, bitch."

Daliah nodded and said, "Totally. See ya." She climbed out.

Keeping an eye on her, X saw her nod at a small group of people. They returned the gesture, before returning to their conversation.

"What? Who are the- oh shit."

With a jolt, the redhead realized who the group was. Of course, it was Martin and his crew.

"How the hell does she know them?" He muttered, pulling out before they saw him.

When he first met Daliah, he thought she'd be some regular chick. Maybe a bit on the wild side, but not like this.

For one, it shocked him that she lived in this part of town. She lived a few blocks away from where he and Jason shared an apartment, and the two were known for being… let's go with thugs. Both, though more so Jason, had a criminal record, and Jason was, to be honest, a junkie. Well, more like a beginning junkie. X didn't think he was actually addicted yet, but he couldn't be sure.

The other thing was that she was on good terms with those people. Fuck, Martin ran the biggest drug dealing setup in the city. He was a gangbanger. He ruined anyway who so much as looked at him wrong. He threw a brick through Nate's window on his car! And Daliah was on good terms with him?!

Shaking his head, X pulled up into the parking lot for his apartment.