Freddy's Job: A FNaF Familly fanficFreddy woke up to his own clock. He stood and walked to the door, stretching. He was already in a suit and tie, so he need not dress any other way for this job. He strapped on his roller blades, whistling. Soon, he was roller skating to his work, whistling still. He soon got there, and skated in. After checking in he began to wait on tables. Working over 102 hours a week, for him, was well worth the sleepless nights and stress, and rude people, because he got to send Golden and Chica to school, as well as help Mike with the rent, and Doll with her work, at times. He also had to fix things around the place, which was why his pay was so high. He got so fed up, however, with people giving him one or two dollar tips, which is the money he would use for himself, that he asked his boss to make a new rule. People began to tip him, with books, series, novels, and other types of reading, writing, and drawing material. His room turned into a library, and he would happily sit in there and read to
Drake Mitchell Ch5-Emo MistakesDrake arrived at school the next day.He was wearing a hard core outfit.He had a black shirt with a skull on it,black torn jeans,and black boots that weren't cowboy.
He walked in the classroom and scared Austin.Austin's mouth was dropped open.
"What the heck?"Austin said astonished.
"I know right?I feel goth,"Drake said.
Claire walked in and she had her eyes open.When she reaches her seat she took a better look.
"That's so wicked!"Claire complimented.
"It's hardcore,Claire,"Austin informed.
Claire looks at him dully."You think I don't know that,dip stick?"
Drake laughs.Aaron took one look at him.
"You're emo!This school is for normal people!"he said.
"I'm not emo!"Drake said.
"You look like a freak.Go cut yourself,sado."Aaron sits in his seat pleased.
Drake looked at him."If you cut,you're not emo.You're a cutter."
Aaron turns around."Whatever.You still an emo freak,you look all depressed.I see you frowning!You look so sad,are you bipolar?"Aaron shakes his head."You need therapy,you fre
Coffe Cat Chapter 3The grey cat in the forest
As the day end I couldn’t stop thinking about that cat with the exactly same color as me. “A furrry friend just like you” Was stuck in my head. That words what did they mean.
The next morning I walked down to the kitchen. Today my tail wasent dragging me away. The coffee cup wasent to be seen. I sneaked out to the front yard the yellow house was still gone across the street. Maybe it was in my imagination. Everything must have been in my imagination I said to myself until I saw the broken flower vase. “It isn’t a imagination its true”
I turn around. The flower vase was really broken. I looked at the forest.
It looked scary but I need to be brave.
“brave!” I screamed as I run over the street. I stopped before I walked into the forest. “Brave, brave” I said to myself. The trees was taller than I remembered and it was pretty dark. The other cat wasent to be seen. “hello?” Nobody answered. I
DysFUNctional- Halloween P.1~Halloween P.1~
"Siiimoooon!" Aubrey, or better known now as "Sketch", yelled for me. She was twelve, and I was fourteen. I had agreed to take her trick-or-treating.
She was dressed as an angel, her auburn hair straightened and flowing. She had on a white dress and tights, white wings on her back, and a halo on top.
"Where's your costume? You agreed we'd be an angel and a demon," She sighed.
I already had on the black jeans, undershirt, and vest, but I wasn't done quite yet.
"Don't worry! My mum is finding my horns," I reassured her.
"You sure your dad didn't throw them away? He's a real jacka-"
"Aubrey!" I snapped.
He could've- he said I was too old for Trick-or-treating, even though I explained I was just chaperoning Sketch while her parents were in Minnesota for the weekend.
"Simon! Here you are, dear. Okay, have fun!" My mother pushed us out the door.
Sketch grabbed my wrist, "We're going to go through this neighborhood and then the next rich one down the street. Wanna pick up Chik
Drake Mitchell Ch7-TryThe next day,was Saturday.Austin had liked the PS3 ATV Off road Fury game Drake had given him.Along with 20 dollars and a vista gift card with five dollars on it.Austin got a lot of money and he was so into money,he actually got envious of CARTOON CARACTERS.What a goober.
Drake looked over to his Spongebob alarm clock.It was 8:23.
"Why do I always wake up early?"Drake mumbled.
Drake sits up.He looks around.His white walls looked gray,and his light wood flooring looked gray.
Drake lays down again.He wished he didn't wake up so early,because know he's going to be bored.
On Monday,he walked into social studies in the pure white room.Drake sat in his chair like everything was normal.He took out his pencil and sat it down on the table he shared with Austin.Claire sat down in the table next to him.
Mr.Berham told them to turn to page 123 in their textbook.Drake opened his up.
Drake looked over to see that Claire had his pencil.
"Claire,I'd really appreciate it if you were to give me my
Oliver and Veronica Episode #0Oliver was rushing like a steam train through a crowd of people. His shirt buttoned up crookedly trailed behind him a little and his tie sloppily done up was flying out behind him. He weaved his way through mobs of people, ducking and diving between the bodies. He just had to make it to the crossing and he was in open grounds, free to run at his maximum potential, which really wasn't any faster but it was something. His feet pounding across the pavement, he reached the Tarmac of the road, a roaring maelstrom of speeding taxis and cruising cars. Jogging on the spot, the panicking cat darted his eyes up and down, shifting between the lights and the road, wondering if he should wait or make a break for it. Staring intently at the lights, they remained violently red, glowing in the morning day light. This was taking to long and he knew it, so he took the best option. When it appeared that there was no cars, he made a dash eyes spasming around, trying to watch fifty things once. Ignoring th
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