PV: Dead Ends are like Dead FriendsThe running had ended.PV: Dead Ends are like Dead Friends1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The shots fired in the middle of the night had drawn the woman like a hyena to a carcass, her two mile run only ending when she witnessed the carnage. Panting for breath with the distinct feeling of deja vu, Eris stood a mere dozen feet from the corpse. Her panting produced puffs of condensation, like that of a she-dragon guarding her horde.
But it wasn't her hoard that lay splattered around like so much mud. It was her enemy.
The blonde woman curled her lips into a snarl, axe handle still gripped so tightly her knuckles were white. The Pain Queen fought the feeling of her stomach dropping into her boots, fought not to scream and cry in despair.
This couldn't be the end. She hadn't killed him she hadn't killed him.
And yet Isaac lay there, identifiable only by his mask that lay cracked on the ground. The crater of gore that had been his face still steamed from his body heat hitting the chilled atmosphere.
"Fuck." Eris hissed, stumbling towards her deceased
Self-Esteem KillerThoughts. Feelings. Words.Self-Esteem Killer2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
They're all a hot mess - a jumbled catastrophe of heart-racing madness that runs rampant in your malfunctioning mind. Terror knocks logic down. Your feet are hurting, burning, the muscles in them aching with every move you make. But sensations are numb to you right now. Sweat drenches you in enough prespiration to equal a rainstorm. Your lungs are about to collapse from racing through so many wheezing cycles. Then, a scream penetrates your eardrums. It sounds behind you, shrill and bloodcurling.
The most outraged cry in the world.
Despite the pain that seizes your muscles, you move as if you were shot with a mind-blowing stimulant. Adrenaline whoops you in the ass hard. You continue to take a step left and a step right, your feet sloppily alternating with each natural pattern change. You go fast - no, faster. Left, right, left, right. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Left, right,
PnF El regreso...-Trailer-PnF El regreso...-Trailer-PnF El regreso...-Trailer-5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
-Hasta que por Fin! -dijo Ferb
-Espere tanto...-Dijo el pelirrojo
-Yo también...-Dice Isabella emocionada
Es obvio. Me están vigilando, siempre, todo el tiempo. Aún no lo creo, no es de aquí, nadie es tan terrorífico como el...ya pasaron años desde su última visita y vuelve otra vez...no lo entiendo ¿porque a mi? No puedo ser a otra persona? Veo como todas las noches esta en la ventana, y al despertar también. Porque no pudo ser Jeff o algo?! Solo desaparece cuando ahí alguien mas...el antes era bueno conmigo, hasta le puse su propio nombre...no se que hacer, si le cuento a alguien obvio me creerá loca, escribiré cartas, notas principalmente. Pondré mi tiempo en el, investigare quien es y porque me persigue y
aun no estoy muerta...cada vez estoy mal cerca de el. Tengo...miedo? No puede ser!
Solo es un tipo con cara de bombillo, aunque sus tentáculos asustan y esa cara..,
SmotherHer knuckles struck the wall again, harder than the first dozen times and just as pointless. Pain crawled through the length of her hand, and she knew without looking that she'd split her skin in the effort. Another narrow seam opened in her fingers, a drop of red welling bright from it.Smother6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She broke in those small ways, but the house never would. Age and gravity might pull it toward the earth, roof atop walls atop unknown basements, but that pressure only added to its strength. It compressed itself like the closing of a fist, and the air only grew thicker in its confines. Seen through a brown haze, as warm and depleted as a stranger's exhalations.
Yet there was no such movement in it, no inward gasp or outward sigh. Only she separated it from stillness, drawing it into her lungs and forcing it back from them in a deliberate wheeze. A desperate effort, like cutting her knuckles against the wood. Rapping on every new wall, attending to their echoes as some would to scripture. When there we
Night TerrorI've got a problem, I know. And hey, I'm really sorry you had to come to my neighborhood, my home, with your obnoxious yappy dog and obnoxious yappy kids and obnoxious yuppie wife. No, it isn't your fault that I was brought into your life. But now that you're here, well, you know, I've got this problem. This, uh, itch that must be scratched.Night Terror1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I'm very old. You people, when you get old, you get grumpier, usually a whole lot eviler too. You think the world owes you something, you think morality is just a fairy tale the big man used to tell you to keep you in line. Imagine if you could grow as old as I. If you could watch eons pass as I have. Do you believe you'd take any solace in acts of heroism and charity? You're an idiot. You'd think of human life in the terms I do.
So, in a sense, it's you who has the problem. You can't understand me. You can't conceive of the ancient years that have blurred past me. Might as well try to hold a steady conversation with somebody plucked out of Stone A
FNAF RP FNAF RPFNAF RP5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
READ CAREFULLY! You can choose to be one of the animatronics, the Night Guard, or the child. ( Bite of '87) This may have spoilers if you haven't seen the ending to FNAF 4. If you don't want spoilers for that, don't read or choose the Nightmare Animatronics.
Animatronic and who:
Bonnie+Toy Bonnie: You are ready to go offstage. You can choose which camera as long as it is reasonable.
Chica+Toy Chica: You see Bonnie/Toy Bonnie go offstage. You go on the other side of the place to help him.
Freddy+Toy Freddy: You are ready to kill. You are the smartest one and you have been waiting. Go get him.
Foxy: You are ready to run. Go get him.
Mangle: You see Foxy go down the hall. Follow and assist him.
Golden Freddy/Fredbear: You have waited too long. You attack with certainty you will get him. Go ahead.
Phantom Animatronics: You are ready to help Springtrap. Choose and create the hallucination.
Springtrap: You are in pain and want to take out your anger
Five Nights at Freddy's QuestionsWhat is Mangle's gender?Five Nights at Freddy's Questions1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
This question has been on everyone's lips since the second game came out. Many of us say Mangle is a girl due to the feminine design and appearance in the custom night: Ladies Night with Chica and Toy Chica. Some argue that Mangle's a boy as the character design is actually based on the original Foxy, plus Toy Bonnie's a male, despite how much of a girl he resembles. Poor Mangle is malformed to the point where its gender is unidentified. A new point has been risen that Mangle may actually be gender fluid. S/he has no gender.
Why is the Marionette obsessed with the music box?
Marionette can be kept away with the help of a music box that can be wound remotely from your office. The melody that plays is called 'My Grandfather's Clock'. There is a reason behind this. There is a theory that Marionette is possessed by a child who was either poisoned or murdered by the Purple Guy. Maybe the music box calms him down. like a mother's voice would soothe her child in
THIRSTI step into the lake, unaffected by the icy water. I don’t bother to take my clothes off since they are just as bloody as the rest of me. Slowly I commence the task of cleaning off the blood. It’s a little hard at first; most of it has dried up. It’s all over my body, covering from head to toe, grasping me with the scent of iron. It’s not enough, my mouth is still dry, and I still feel as if an amount the size of the lake wouldn't satisfy me.THIRST4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I feel a presence.
I turn around; there is a man with a large gash in his arm. Smell likes O positive. Must be another hiker who fell off the mountain. I give a warm smile, my fangs shining in the moonlight. Barley a snack, but he will do.