Human!FNAF High School AU Pt.1Temps: Yep. Regular high school with stupid classes and annoying uniforms…The sexy kind though. Don’t worry. Oh, and I made as many freaking references as humanly possible in this as to the original game and the other stories. I feel kind of clever for some of them…Human!FNAF High School AU Pt.12 weeks ago in Short Stories
“First day back at school and I’m already miserable!” Freddy groaned, flopping down into a seat next to his brother at the table.
Goldie glanced up from a book he’d been reading and smiled wryly. “You’re only a sophomore,” he said. “Wait until you’re a senior.”
“At least you graduate this year!” Freddy protested.
“Sweet freedom,” his brother grinned, then looked across the table at Foxy and Bonnie. “What about you two?”
“I already love my guitar class…but…the other Bonnie is there,” Bonnie said, grumbling a bit. “Plus, this d
.: Reader x Markiplier: Happily Unknown :.Your name is ___ ___, and you're a twenty year old Youtuber..: Reader x Markiplier: Happily Unknown :.1 month ago in Short Stories
You are a content twenty year old Youtuber at that, with a healthy 178 subscribers.
You gain maybe one a day, it varies.
You keep low-key and never really mention Youtubers who have inspired your channel. Mind you, said Youtubers are Danisnotonfire, Amazingphil, Pewdiepie, Smosh, the whole of Roosterteeth, aaaand Markiplier.
Damn, you love Markiplier...
However, you had a weekly quota to fill: either two gaming videos or two videos of you doing nonsense. You hadn't really done two videos of nonsense, primarily because that would probably involve you revealing yourself, and if you showed your face, you'd become more known. It was already Thursday and one of the two videos had been put out. You shifted in your seat, turned on your mic, and tapped your chin as you thought of what game to play today.
Any ideas? Nope. You stifled a groan and tapped one hand irritably on your chin while the other hand drummed on the desk.
For Markiplier: in honor of 10 millionFor Markiplier: in honor of 10 million2 weeks ago in Short Stories
this picture is not mine, but it is, in fact, part of a T-shirt. http://1shirt.com/products/markiplier-make-a-wish-charity
i'm sorry to say you CAN'T buy any more of this shirt.
The number 10.
Mark Fischbach sat at his computer, reading over the comments on his latest video that explained the whole situation he was in; he kept struggling not to get very emotional from the fact his best friend was forever gone.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mark. I hope you will feel better soon. <3 “
“Daniel will be missed, but he will never be forgotten.”
“R.i.p Daniel Kyre.”
“Everything will get better, Mark.”
“Sorry for your loss, Mark. Hugs and kisses <3 <3 “
As much as he loved and cared for his fans, even the apologies didn’t sooth the sadness in his heart. Daniel was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. If only he could’ve done something that day.. if only… if only he knew what s
Death Battle: Zack vs. ArcherDeath Battle: Zack vs. Archer1 month ago in Short Stories
The facts have been added up and the arguments have been made. Time to settle this debate once and for all.
It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
Ruined City Outskirts...
He had been so close...
So, VERY, close...
So close that the city of Midgar was just visible on the horizon...
But he failed. He had fallen just short of reaching the city, of his freedom from pursuit, and of reuniting with the young woman waiting for him at the church in the slums. He remembered it all--stashing Cloud away, the bullets that shredded his body, the injuries he strove to ignore so he could keep fighting, his strength waning...
Lying flat on his back, feeling the last bullet fly into his chest, blood clouding his vision...
Cloud, still weak from mako poisoning, looking at his dying friend with tears in his eyes...
The promise he made for him to carry on without him, to live both of their lives, and to be his living legacy...
Closing his eyes for a final, eternal s
Backstrom: Family Values“I’m what?!” Charlie yelled as she grabbed the clipboard from the doctor and read over it. “That’s… fucking impossible, I haven’t had sex in months!”Backstrom: Family Values1 month ago in Short Stories
“I’m sorry Ms. Weavers but these tests do not lie. This is the second test we’ve run per your request and it’s the same as the first. Like it or not, you’re pregnant, I’d estimate a good 12 weeks along. We’d need to do an ultrasound in order to confirm, if you’d like we could schedule you for one next week.” Dr. Stevens told the young woman as she began to tear up.
“I hate this fucking town…” she said under her breath as she wiped the tears out of her eyes, trying not to make much of a scene.
After setting up her next appointment, Charlie left the doctor’s office and headed straight to the Sheriff’s station which was currently undergoing repairs. It had been three months since Charlie moved into Backstrom, th
The Way to A Mans Heart [Nicolas X Reader] Part 3The Way to A Man’s Heart [Nicolas X Reader] Part 3The Way to A Mans Heart [Nicolas X Reader] Part 31 month ago in Short Stories
You slung your bag over your shoulder and stretched. You had just finished work for the day but not without incident. The thugs had stayed out of sight but you knew they were there, especially when little “incidents” began happening all over the construction site.
“You okay, ____?” Your boss asked. “I know you took kind of a beating today.”
You shook your head. “It’s fine. It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Haha,” he slapped you on the back. “You’re a strong one but make sure you let someone spoil you, alright? You need it.” He ruffled your hair.
“I’ll spoil you, ____!” One of the other workers called.
“She needs someone to treat her like a princess, Conroy, not your Friday night hooker at Bastard’s.” he retorted and an echo of laughter followed. The scene was actually quite relaxing compared to wh
The Hotbox 01THE HOTBOXThe Hotbox 012 weeks ago in Short Stories
I do not remember how long it has been since I got out of my coma, one that had lasted for an unspecified amount of time. In had been some time I would wager, at least a few days since that fateful day, the day which will never be forgotten in my consciences. I had decided to be a good guy one Friday afternoon, a citizen in need to the hottest girl in my school. I thought I had hit the lottery when she made the request, but little did I know what had been brewing within her stomachs. On the hottest day of the year and in the worst traffic one can imagine from the concrete jungle of Los Angeles I embarked on a fateful journey that will forever change my mind on how I see things. And it wasn’t only that, my mind was still scrambling even three days after I had come out from my coma. There is no thinking straight at the moment, it’s still wondering back and forth between events and people and places, I even think to myself how I can have let somethin
Tangled: Horse meat (new version)Contains vore, woman/horseTangled: Horse meat (new version)1 month ago in Short Stories
In the middle of the forest lay a small woman of just 18 years, Rapunzel was her name and she was quite a special person to be sleeping out in such a strange place. She was a princess you see and had spent the last 18 years of her life living in a huge tower, isolated from the rest of the world. But now she was finally free thanks to Flynn Rider and unfortunately for her, unbearably hungry. “ugggh, need food...” the princess muttered in her unconscious state with a hand rubbing across her slim stomach, groaning for some sort of substance whatever it might be, her dreams filled with vegetables and meat and fruits of all sizes and shapes...
You see Rapunzel had never had to think much about food before since Gothel had kept her well fed whenever she'd needed it, but now that she was away from her horrid mother figure the poor girl was experiencing an emptiness inside like never before, belly grumbling and demanding to be filled with something
The Fat Witch 2, Part 1Dene cautiously peered through the veritable mesh of branches and leaves surrounding her face, being especially careful not to prick herself on any offending piece of bark that happened to jut out in the wrong direction. This bush had luckily been just large enough to conceal herself behind, and it happened to have grown in the perfect vantage point for this particular hunt, as well.The Fat Witch 2, Part 12 weeks ago in Short Stories
She squinted her eyes as she stared down her line of sight at the chosen target. A young buck, his antlers barely a pair of nubs growing out of the top of his skull, was gnawing at a patch of grass some fifty yards away. She felt like she was lucky that she had managed to bring herself in this closely before the animal could become aware of her presence and flee. Dene carefully reached behind her back, fingering at the thin but dependable bow she'd constructed from bone and sinew. She had several arrows, their tips being made from small stones ground to perfection, sitting inside of the quiver strapped to
Alice's Trying DayIt was another hot, sunny day in New Havana, Florida. It’s just after 11 o’clock and the air conditioning of the local Target is pumping out full blast. Their least normal employee, Alice Mendoza stood at her usual countertop. Her shoulder length, deep umber hair is pulled back by a pink hair tie. With her right hand she fans herself with a piece of paper. She uses her left hand to idly fidget with her left golden loop earring. A lone bead of sweat rolls down the right side of her face.Alice's Trying Day1 month ago in Short Stories
“Of all the places to put me, they put me in returns. Every time the damned door opens more and more of the AC escapes! Don’t they know how hot it gets in here!?” Alice moans aloud as she leans up against the countertop. She is wearing her mandated red collared shirt. Her shirt hugs her curves, rolling across her soft shoulders, down her round breasts, and following the maternal curve that is her pregnant belly.
Alice hadn’t gotten much sleep last night as she
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
Pretty Girls Deserve FlowersDear Julie Vermont,Pretty Girls Deserve Flowers3 weeks ago in Short Stories
When we were 5 years old you moved next door,
And I thought no creature on Earth could match your beauty.
My mother told me pretty girls loved flowers,
So I wanted to give you flowers so you would know how pretty you were.
I walked myself up to your house.
With flowers in hand picked from my mothers garden,
And I knocked on your door with small hands but large courage.
Sadly it was not you that opened the door Julie,
It was your father with a hard scowl on his face.
My voice dissipated and so had my courage,
What was I supposed to do?
I fled your house without you giving you your flowers.
I'm sorry I couldn't tell you how pretty you were...
Dear Julie Vermont,
When we were 13 years old,
I wanted to try to see you again.
Your beauty always attracted my eyes in the hallways of school,
And I knew I still hadn't been able to tell you how I felt.
Though I was still scarred from the first time,I still wanted to give you flowers,
And let you know how pretty
Dunelight's DenialIt wasn't true. It couldn't be true.Dunelight's Denial6 days 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
Alucard X Male Cheshire Cat ReaderAlucard X Male Cheshire Cat Reader2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Alucard was walking through the woods of England per usuall. The strange thing was that he felt like he was being followed but couldn't pinpoint where the thing watching him was. 'It's definatly not a human or ghoul, both would have made noise and give themselves away by now' Alucard thought.
A few short chuckles brought him out of his thoughts. "You seem interesting so would you be as kind as to help cure my boredom? No matter what you say your answer is yes, yes?" A gentelmanly voice said but Alucard could hear the insanity behind it. Alucard looked in the voices direction, not seeing anyone, but knew that he,judging from the voice, was there. After a few seconds of staring a man about (age) started to apper on a low tree branch. "So are you going to play with me?" the man clad in a grey suit with (favorit color) stripes on the coat asked.
"It seems my only choice is to play with you. First though, tell me your name." Alucard sai
The Prankster's PenanceThe Prankster’s PenanceThe Prankster's Penance1 week ago in Short Stories
This story involves a minor being tickled while restrained. 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 bottle of drain cleaner. 2015 © Dorain.
There was no doubt about it; Sean was the greatest prankster in the history of St. James’ Junior High, and he was only in grade seven. His prank on the captain of the football team was epic. It left the fourteen-year-old athlete covered in whip cream and feathers. Fortunately for Sean, Derek was good natured when he chased down the younger boy in school. He congratulated him for his prank, but told him to watch his back, because there were other pranksters in school.
That prank had been a month ago, and the blonde twelve-year-old had enjoyed the accolades of his
-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
The Big Lifeguards by Borin23Shirley and Shizuka were two very large girls. Very large in fact. They were so large that they were not only especially full-figured in terms of width, but they were especially gifted in terms of height. They both happened to stand at around 300 feet tall, classifying them as 'giantesses', although it wasn't typically a title that they liked to use to refer to themselves as, as they simply preferred being called their own names instead. They could stand over all of humanity, most species in fact, and they also managed to loom above the majority of land-masses across the many planets they can travel to. Of course, having such great height meant that they needed to be especially careful about where they walked all the time, and it could sometimes lead to some paranoia. It wasn't that often, anymore at least, that they stepped on the innocents by complete accident, but it did happen now and then, so they always kept their eyes trained to the ground whenever possible. However, they were bThe Big Lifeguards by Borin232 weeks ago in Short Stories
Only A LittleJust use a little, she told me, only a little. She didn't really say why when she handed me the tube of baby cream, she only said to use a little of it.Only A Little3 weeks ago in Short Stories
I should have listened to her.
It wasn't so long ago that I was nearing the end of my life after eighty odd years, I knew my time was ending. I had a pretty good run though when I think about it. Yet I wasn't ready to die yet and I had been foolish enough to say that in front of someone, a young woman, who gave me the baby cream.
I'm sure you can guess what happened next but you're also probably wanting details so I'll get to the details.
Not that I really need to say much because you very likely already know what happened.
The day she gave me the baby cream was probably my last day, I hadn't been feeling very well for the past couple of weeks and there wasn't anything that could be done. It was old age that was getting to me, my body was failing on me and I knew there was nothing to be done about it.
Fate Draws Sakura A BlankPosted in the hallway just outside the band practice room after closing hours, a list of names and roles went up for the first time. Children would surely be most excited the next day to see what parts they got and where their hard work learning their acting skills from watching old B-movies had gotten them. But that joyous moment never came, for in the dark hours of the night, a mysterious shadow passed it by with a touch and barely a pause. By the time morning came, the sheet of roles would be little more than a bold header and a series of blank lines. What a lonely play it would be this year indeed.Fate Draws Sakura A Blank1 week ago in Short Stories
"You've got to be kidding me!" Sakura yelled out in protest. "Are you really telling me that nothing seems wrong with this?" Sakura stood outdoors, slightly spreading the bottom of the skirt of her uniform. She was talking to Miss Sakamoto, a classy looking young lady with long black hair and a matching black, dre
Friendly Offer (CanadaxReader)Matthew sat on a cold bench on a busy street, smiling softly at the people and cars around and in front of him.Friendly Offer (CanadaxReader)1 month ago in Short Stories
It was the middle of winter, -23 degrees Celsius, but he didn't mind it at all. He was used to the rather frigid temperatures of any Canadian winter, so much so that he only wore a light jacket instead of the common puffy ones. He did wear earmuffs, though, to keep his rebellious curl from sticking out too much.
"Who are you?" Kumajirou asked from his spot in Matthew's arms.
"I'm Canada." His smile faltered a little. "Please stop forgetting who I am, Kumajoki."
Typically, when someone hears a noise, they want to know who or what made it. The passerby, however, didn't, but you did.
Looking in the direction of the voices, you set your eyes on a bench that was occupied on one side. You were dead tired from shopping with your friend at a mall nearby and desperately needed somewhere to sit.
Why did she pick you to help her shop for clothes anyway?
You walked up to the man and tapp
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
The Arrival: Master Thief Claudia Takes the StageA warm breeze rustled along the treetops, taking with it the dyed leaves of an oncoming autumn. They twisted and tumbled throughout the air, catching along the ground and whirling around the feet of a young woman no taller than a child. The wind pulled at the pastel-colored ribbon tying a small top hat around her head, flickering and dancing along frizzing, dark hair that blew across an equally dark face. Black eyes emphasized greatly by heavy mascara scrutinized the scene below her--a small encampment that couldn't have held more than a small village of people like her, those struck with the strange virus which morphed their once creature-like figures into humans.The Arrival: Master Thief Claudia Takes the Stage3 weeks ago in Short Stories
She stood a top the hill, hip popped out and arms on her hips as a cartoonish, villainous smile spread across her face. "Foolish fools! A camp this small couldn't possibly hope to contain me! I'll be out of here faster than you can say--" The sentence froze in her throat quite literally as a creepi
Death Battle: Kaneki Ken VS. Danny PhantomAlana: Awwwwright! the combatants are all set!Death Battle: Kaneki Ken VS. Danny Phantom1 week ago in Short Stories
Zephyr: Then let's end this debate once and for all.
Elr0nd: Am I the only one that thinks this should have been our halloween battle, instead of Raven vs Inuyasha?
Evan: No. But it doesn't matter now.
All: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
(Unidentified Laboratory, somewhere in the desert)
Blood. Blood everywhere.
The half-ghost, Danny Phantom, quickly scanned the hallways of the laboratory, looking for someone alive. His ghost sense had directed him here, only for him to find the security disabled and everyone in it seemingly killed, impaled through various vital organs by something big. As he phased through walls, he wondered to himself... what kind of ghost would do this? Unknown to him, his answer would be a little different than he thought as he entered a large testing room, and stopped in his tracks at