Human!Goldie X Human/Animatronic!Reader One-ShotHuman!Goldie X Human/Animatronic!Reader One-Shot3 days ago in Short Stories
Temps: This is a rough draft. No editing or revising, so expect errors a-plenty. Plus…this entire plot would’ve gone so much better with Foxy, but…I dunno. I was in a Goldie mood, I guess…And I will be doing another one-shot series with the human/animatronic readers, ‘kay? Oh, and I stole that from Kaijiiro!
Just…nothing. Your screams still rang in his ears though, your cries, your pleads, your begging for him to stop, to have mercy. He’d ignored them then, and he ignored them now. His honey-gold eyes swept over the grotesque mess before him, the broken remains of what had once been a girl he’d loved within the suit of a feline animatronic. Those beautiful irises which he’d caught you admiring many time were now empty.
He took a step back. The wall brushed against him, and he released a shak
The costumeThe costume1 day ago in Short Stories
It's about three days til Halloween, Me, my sister Catherine and my mom Tina are all at home just waiting for the time to pass
They are going to some stupid halloween party while im taking some kids out trick or treating
i sit in my room checking my phone and cleaning up various stuff thats fallen on the floor, clothes and such
''Hey Ben! Can you come here please?!'' i hear Tina yell at me
i let out a deep sigh and walk over to Tina's bedroom to see she and Catherine smiling at me and holding up a costume
''Here is your costume Ben!'' Tina says happily holding a Women's Devil costume, at first i think its a joke so i stand there just waiting for either of them to say something
''i said i going ghost! not a devil! and that is a women's costume! what the hell ?''
''Well...this is what they had Ben, dont get angry at us''
''i am not going to wear that, you gotta be out of your mind''
Both Tina and Catherine looks at me angrily
Submerged I’ve always wondered what drowning felt like. Not holding your breath underwater for as long as you could, but actually drowning. Not to say that I had wanted to find out, but I was still curious never the less, and now I guess I could say I knew. It’s just like those movies you watch…something horrible happens, but all you can think is “That will never be me.” But here I am, stuck in my seatbelt as my rustic car sinks to what is, as far as I’m concerned, oblivion. Struggling to free myself from what is to become my tomb in a mere matter of minutes, I hold back a chuckle, the cruel irony of the situation almost enough to know what little air I had left out of my lungs. Just the other day, I had mumbled under my breath that I hoped my sister would drown when she went to the beach with her husband, whom she only married for money. Three beach houses and more servants than three generations of my family combined. If only she had heaSubmerged1 week ago in Short Stories
Dunelight's DenialIt wasn't true. It couldn't be true.Dunelight's Denial1 week ago in Short Stories
Dunelight stumbled slightly as she walked, her stomach still a little queasy from this morning. She'd woken up this morning to find her stomach rumbling in a distressed way, her paws were heavy and she felt shaky as she got up. Something wasn't quite right.
Her first intention had been to go and visit the Medicine Cat, but then everything about Deepstar called everybody's attention, Fleetingpaw was busy examining the Leader's body, as were two of the other Cats with medical knowledge, and while she considered looking for Noiseflame, sneaking off at such an important time seemed rather rude.
"Are you okay?" Ghostbreath whispered, her sister was sitting beside her, a worried look on her face, "You look a little shaky?" The pale she-cat blinked between her and the dead Leader, "Are you upset about Deepstar?"
Dunelight shook her head quickly, regretting it immediately as her stomach gave another lurch, but she wanted to reassure her sister, as she could
-Playing With Fire----Playing With Fire-1 day ago in Short Stories
-Playing With Fire-
Of course it was something he would never speak openly about. He isn’t seen as the affectionate type nor does he show that he’d ever want such a thing. Not like being seen in such a way, he never hinted that side of him when others were around. The thought of anyone finding out is quite terrifying, actually. So when one of his comrades comes waltzing in out of nowhere and bluntly says it, of course it would be something that’ll put him on edge.
Pyrell stared at the masked figure in front of him. Both of them locked eyes and didn’t speak a word. The Leo stood his ground and refused to move, eyes glaring at the navy Puffball.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” He spoke, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Meta continued to look at the Leo before him. A few minutes passed before he stepped forward, causing Pyrell to slightly raise hi
Jomoko 3Jomoko 3Jomoko 34 days ago in Short Stories
This story involves a minor being tickled. If this concept offends you, or is illegal where you live, then proceed no further. This tale contains absolutely no sex or erotic themes. If that is what you are looking for, you can make money and improve your health by drinking a can of motor oil. 2015 © Dorain.
Jimmy Fontana stepped off the stairs of the airbus, and waited for his dad to clear security. The eleven-year-old, black-haired lad felt a shiver of nervousness ripple up his spine. This was Talankwe City; the jewel of the South African Coast. The city had endured centuries of wars, famines, despots and the fury of Nature herself, but had survived. The sacred edifices were lovingly restored and nestled among the gleaming glass spires that made Talankwe City the bustling modern metropolis it was. Jimmy’s sky blue eyes were drawn to the silvery pyramid far to the East.
That’s where it was.
The boy bounc
Der ZaubererIch kenne einen Zauberer; vom Alter gebeugt, mit weißem Bart und langem Stab. Er sammelt Pfandflaschen aus Mülleimern im Park.Der Zauberer2 days ago in Short Stories
Hermione's Secret - Chapter 13: A Bigger IssueHermione's SecretHermione's Secret - Chapter 13: A Bigger Issue5 days ago in Short Stories
Chapter 13: A Bigger Issue
A shadow loomed over Hermione like constant, thundering rain. As she swayed from side to side, her flattering robes cavorting about her delicately – ballerinas twirling up and down, bobbing with her gently. Her hair was more dishevelled, yet somehow more entertaining, more flattering, doubled with her big brown eyes.
Still, somewhere, stuffed between her skirt and her polished body, was an adult nappy, like a splash of ugly paint on an otherwise immaculate piece. Hermione tottered through Hogwarts' empty walls – trying her best not to waddle, even though this nappy just about forced her to. She wiped her matting, messy hair from her forehead. Exhaling, she pushed her skirt down a little bit. Hermione crept further, watching the magical many sets of stairs rotate in unison. One turned in her direction with a creak.
Hermione found her mind wandering. How long would she be in these adult nappies? It had been embarrassing enough the
The Night Before Nightmare Night A chilling autumn breeze whistled throughout the sleepy port town of Yokeshire Falls as a foreboding fog enveloped it. The setting sun had just given its last spectacle of color before it was consumed by the encroaching night submitting to the supernatural light of its lunar counterpart that dominated the land. Streetlamps briefly flicked to life in a vain attempt to illuminate the worn cobble streets, only to be consumed by the insatiable abyss of mist and darkness. Only the ghoulish grins of jack-o'-lanterns and the eerie glow of haunting wisps dared to pierce the sacred gloom of this night. For on this hallowed evening, is the most treasured epoch of the town, the coming of Nightmare Night.The Night Before Nightmare Night4 days ago in Short Stories
Only the nervous shuffling of hooves and claws could be heard as the passengers mustered up the courage to disembark from their ships and enter the heavy fog that cloaked the town. A collective chill shot up the spines of the tourists as a figure began to tak
SzeptySłyszysz, słyszysz te szepty w swej głowie? Te gorące, wilgotne, pełne pasji? Te ciche i oschłe, brzmiące jak oskarżycielskie słowa rozczarowanego nauczyciela? W końcu te puste oraz proste, opisujące świat wokół ciebie niczym pozbawiony emocji narrator?Szepty1 week ago in Short Stories
Nie? Nie słyszysz?
Bo ja słyszę cały czas.
Widzisz, to one kazały mi do ciebie podejść. To one kazały mi się uśmiechnąć, nieśmiało odgarnąć włosy za ucho. To one mówiły, bym nie wpatrywała się w swoje rdzawe sandały, lecz w twoje oczy. W twoje piękne, błyszczące oczy, wielkie i brązowe, ozdobione kryzą długich rzęs.
Nie wiedziałeś o tym. Odwzajemniłeś uśmiech, zatrzymując się zaledwie na chwilę. Powiedziałeś, że przepraszasz, że naprawdę się spieszysz,
PRELUDE: Jaune Arc vs. Scott PilgrimPRELUDE: Jaune Arc vs. Scott Pilgrim5 days ago in Short Stories
Lyn: Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. Muscular, tall, short, even fat.
Xander: But only rarely is the hero a total lanky dork.
Lyn: Jaune Arc, leader of Team JNPR...
Xander: And Scott Pilgrim, bassist for Sex Bob-omb. She's Lyn and I'm Xander.
Lyn: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to determine the winner... Of a DEATH BATTLE!
A.K.A. Spot Pilgrim
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: ~120 lbs (Does he look like he's pushing 150?)
Occupation: Bassist for Sex Bob-omb, Dishwasher, Prep Cook
Themes: Launchpad McQuack, Scott Pilgrim Anthem
Xander: Scott Pilgrim, Rating: Awesome, is a Canadian with a perpetually fucked up romantic life. Be that by his own doing or someone else's. Scot
24245 days ago in Short Stories
Well, it started like any other Saturday – I woke up about seven, went downstairs and made myself some coffee while I watched the news, and then I went to the shower. My plan was to go into town and pick a few things up, then come home and have a quiet night in with a takeaway and a nice bottle of wine.
Well, that did happen – just not quite the way I had intended it to do so...
But I’m getting ahead of myself – I had the shower, dried myself off, put on clean underwear, and then a pair of grey jeans with a pink and beige striped jumper. Walking to the wardrobe, I then grabbed a pair of knee length brown riding boots and pulled them on, tucking the legs into the leather, and then walked downstairs.
I had also put on a long string of beads, which I made sure sat on top of the light grey poncho I put on, and then grabbed my handbag and car keys, smiling as I went out, locked my front door, and then drove off to town.
So here I am
A Stormy Night at TUGS Headquarters As the storm raged on outside the enormous building that currently served as the secluded corporate headquarters of the mysterious TUGS Company, a man in a white hood set his stony face in a grim expression as he stomped toward the building.A Stormy Night at TUGS Headquarters5 days ago in Short Stories
Staring fixedly at the front doors and deciding that it wasn't a proper place to enter, he instead turned his gaze to a large iron vent cover that covered a ventilation shaft wide enough for him to crawl through. The man in the white hood crept over to the vent cover, and getting the best grip he could from the stubborn metal, ripped it off the wall.
Managing to scowl and seem intimidating as he knelt down and crawled into the vent, he entered the building.
Although most of the workers had gone home for the rainy evening, there were still a few researchers around. Such a huge organization seemed a bit excessive for an underwear company, but he knew there was more than that going on here. The v
Friends In Odd Places (Scarecrow x Mad Hatter)If one thing could be said about Jonathan Crane, it was that he was very meticulous and methodical about how he did certain things, much like making his fear toxin that was quickly becoming his trademark. However no one was perfect and with a trip his lair was consumed in a thick layer of fear toxin, the professor tensing as he breathed in amounts meant for thirty to forty people as opposed to one. His surroundings began to seemingly melt around him as crows started flying at him from every directions, screams clawing their way out of his throat as he was surrounded. He was found the next day shaking in fear on the floor, eyes wide as he tried to press himself further into a corner he had managed to back himself into. On his part Jervis could have just taken what he needed and left but he instead pulled out one of his mind-control card and managed to tag the other male after a brief tug-of-war as Crane had lashed out, thinking Jervis was some monster. With Jonathan more or less sedatedFriends In Odd Places (Scarecrow x Mad Hatter)3 days ago in Short Stories
The Legend of the Killer Red BeansWelcome reader. Are you interested in a tale? A very special tale that involves a lot of booty? As well as its excrement?.......Yes I swear I’m not weird. However, since you did decide to read this I suppose I can let you in on a little tale I came across….The Legend of the Killer Red Beans3 days ago in Short Stories
There is a small legend about a very deadly object that when consumed by man can lead to serious....complications. That legend, is the legend of the Killer Red Beans. Almost nobody escapes its wrath unscathed, however it entices many and delivers its subjects a great deal of its treasure almost all at once to which its subjects cannot handle it...however this is the tale of when a couple girls are unaware of the chaos sprung about from the Killer Red Beans!
The cafeteria bell finished its last ding. A blond girl with interesting shades ends up in the cafeteria first as she looks for her friend.
"Leslie?" she calls out hoping her friend would respond. No response amongst the soft cacophony of sounds around the cafete
Carlos's Remote Ep. 2Carlos had been startled by his mother, and quickly dropped the remote on the coffee table.Carlos's Remote Ep. 22 days ago in Short Stories
“Hi honey I’m home!” yelled his mother from the front door.
“H-hi mom!” Carlos yelled back.
“Could you help me bring in the groceries?” she asked.
“Sure…” Carlos was nervous that his mother would notice the changes in the house.
The car was unloaded, and his mother sat down in a chair in the kitchen. Carlos watched as his mother looked around the house, before resting her eyes on the potted plant.
She let out a sigh and said, “I have told your father a hundred times to get this flower outside. At the rate it keeps growing, it will cover the house!”
Carlos was relieved, for it seemed that even his mother had adapted to the reality change. His mother stood up, and walked over to the plant.
“Carlos, why don’t you do this while I prepare for dinner?”
“Ok.” replied Carlos in timidly.
The Curse of The Halloween WhopperErin, and her friend Jennifer decided to grab a quick meal at a Burger King for lunch since they got out early from school . Erin was supermodel thin, weighing 110 pounds, and having smooth luscious blonde hair and a firm athletic body. Jennifer meanwhile was the exact opposite, weighing in at 270 pounds. Her body was in a lethargic state for a high school senior. She had always been fat, because she had a huge appetite and the smallest metabolism. While Erin was very active, Jennifer usually stayed at home, binge ate good and sat on her couch watching Netflix. She usually wore sweats to school and everywhere she went, as she was today, wearing loose sweatpants and a sweatshirt. It was of choruses her idea to go to Burger King, as she begged her friend to go with her to get the new Halloween Whopper, which was a burger with a black bun and a special blend of A1 sauce. They drove Erin's Toyota Corolla to the Burger King on Main street across from the dry cleaners and walked inside. JenThe Curse of The Halloween Whopper6 days ago in Short Stories
The RhymeThe Rhyme4 days ago in Short Stories
Hold your breath, while you watch me fall.
It’s easier to say nothing at all.
I need a friend, playing pretend’s not working.
These pills are useless and the shadows keep lurking.
I walk the barren street, my hood up and my head down. I can hear my bottle of anti-depressants rattling in my pocket. I don’t even know why I still have them. They don’t even work.
I sigh as I pull my black hoodie closer to my body for warmth, the crisp autumn wind blowing through the air.
I feel so alone, so helpless.
I hate it.
Let me go, there’s nothing left inside.
To run and hide is all I know to survive.
The nightmare won’t end, this life grow colder.
Come wake me up when it’s all over.
Run. Run from everything. Everything bad, everything horrible.
That’s all I know.
But it won’t end, this nightmare I call my life. It grows colder every day.
Why? What did I do to deserve this? What on earth could I have possibly done to go thro
The Gifts He's LeftMy husband had already left for work by the time I woke up every morning,The Gifts He's Left1 week ago in Short Stories
But never did I wake up next to an empty half of the bed.
He'd always had a habit to leave me a gift or surprise,
For he knew "with a smile" was the best way to wake up every day.
One morning I woke up to a a small box and note,
"Eat one every time you think of me".
Those chocolates were gone and devoured before noon,
For I'm always thinking of my hubby.
Another morning before I woke up,
I rolled over in bed and something tickled my nose!
I opened my eyes and laughed in surprisal,
For an adorable stuffed bunny laid before my face.
Now only once have I awaken one morning,
To something that displeased me.
The morning after me and my husband had an intense argument,
I woke up to the bed on fire.
::You Hurt Me::The late night air was cold and crisp against her bare, pallid skin and she shivered, her breath forming into a fog in front of her face. She was regretting not bringing a coat with her, as the short dress she was wearing wasn't keeping her all that warm. But whatever, she supposed, she'd be safe inside soon and out of the cold.::You Hurt Me::2 days ago in Short Stories
Cradling her aching head with one hand whilst stabling herself against the front door with the other one, she hunched over as she felt a surging, sick feeling in her stomach. She swore to herself, moaning quietly. Maybe that third tequila hadn't been such a grand idea. She grumbled, searching through her cream handbag for something. She fumbled with her keys fir a moment, struggling to cram them into the lock of the front door to her bungalow. After a short fight with the lock, she staggered inside, blinking hazily. She ditched her bag down on the carpet, slinging the door shut with a flick of her forearm. She needed a painkiller, a glass of water, and then to
ALO Short Stories #3: There and Back Again- Part 1ALO Short Stories #3: There and Back Again- Part 12 days ago in Short Stories
For a moment, there was no sound in the forest. No sound provided by any living creature, at least. Only the rusting of the leaves in the faint eastern wind.
Then, out of nowhere, there was the sound of footsteps in the cold snow, a growl, and a scream, after which it was silent again.
One-eye carried the rabbit he’d caught in his mouth, blood dripping from his black lips. He licked it enjoyably.
A half year had passed ever since One-eye had killed Norder, and, with that, accidentally orphaned Lynn. It hadn’t exactly been a pleasant six months for him-- One-eye had gone into a deep depression.
Before he had killed her father, he’d lived his entire life holding onto one oath: Killing Lone Ones without family in order to protect his own from the Clan that had taken him prisoner and had forced him into becoming an assassin.
And, although he
El salto del renacuajoEn un estanque lejano vivía un pequeño renacuajo que soñaba con conocer el mundo; ansiaba jugar con las estrellas y subir a lo más alto del cielo para calentarse cerca del sol, tanto lo deseaba que de vez en cuando daba pequeños saltitos fuera del estanque, maravillándose con los animales que veía y la libertad que sentía.El salto del renacuajo5 days ago in Short Stories
Un día se armó de valor y salto lejos del estanque cayendo en la dura tierra, asustado y adolorido logro regresar poco antes de que el sol secara su cuerpo, Aprendió la lección y espero a ser un sapo para salir otra vez.
TheOperatorsShadow commission # 2"God I'm so bored" Finn whined as he, Jake, and Caitlyn strolled around the town listening to music off of Jake's speaker system. "Well shit, it's nice to meet you bored" Jake jested ducking aside as his boyfriend took a playful swing at him. "Oh I'm just teasing" Jake giggled hugging Finn kissing the birthday boys cheek. "Are you sure you don't remember what today is?" Finn asked his friends as they walked seeing as neither had wished him a happy birthday yet. "We told you Finn it's Tuesday" Caitlyn commented softly shaking her head at Finn as if she couldn't believe he couldn't remember what day of the week it was. Finn puffed his cheeks softly at her answer and walked somewhat ahead of them.TheOperatorsShadow commission # 22 days ago in Short Stories
"Finny!" Jake called running up to his boyfriend hugging his arm "calm down baby" he soothed him. Finn grumbled but found himself incapable of pulling away from Jake he had too much of a soft spot for the boy. "You two are so cute you're gonn give me diabetese" Caitlyn teased the two as they sha
Fire spirit TF TGA quick notice: this was written based on a reference. There is a link in the description below; I recommend taking a look at it to ensure a complete experience.Fire spirit TF TG4 days ago in Short Stories
I am lost. That fact is pretty much clear by now. Stumbling forwards in the rampaging blizzard, I look up, trying to find my bearings, but the monotone, white landscape tells little beyond the obvious. Around me, dunes of thickly-packed snow covers the rocky landscape of the surrounding mountain-scape, which would have been blinding from the sun’s light were it not for the copious amounts of snow flying around in the air all over the place, constantly forcing my left hand to struggle lest the wind wanders off with my brand new, white hat.
Stiff from the cold, my other hand relentlessly grips the green-tinted map it holds, despite it having long-since been rendered useless since I haven’t the slightest clue where I am. Right now, I am truly regretting going out with only a thin, white lab coat serving as a ja