Sweet Possibilities Ch 1Chapter 1: One Samhain NightSweet Possibilities Ch 110 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Sarah, can I have your extra candy?”
“Of course, Toby. Tomorrow. Right now, you need to go to bed.”
“But I want to play with the goblins.”
“Tomorrow, Tobes. They’ll be back. Besides, I remember them saying that there is a special party Underground tonight, so they’re probably at that.”
Sarah leaned in and kissed her little step-brother on the forehead before heading to the door.
“Will you go?”
Sarah stopped for a moment to consider Toby’s question. She could be honest. At this point, why not?
“Yes, I’m going. The Goblin King said that he got me a special dress for tonight.”
“Can I go with you?” Toby said as he yawned.
“Not tonight, Squirt. When you’re older.”
“Of course. This is my first one so I can
Foxica - HalloweenFoxy mentally growled as he took in the sight of before him. Multiple children walked down the streets dressed up in various costumes; making their way to random houses and onto front porches. Teens ran down the middle of the street and hung around cars, probably causing havoc to all the inhabitants of the houses that they had approached earlier.Foxica - Halloween7 months ago in Romance More Like This
He felt himself snarl as he saw one child point to him and laugh from afar, resulting in the rest of their group laughing. Chica worriedly looked at the fox, whom seemed as if he were about to spring up and run at them at any moment. She quickly grabbed him by the collar and a noise came out from his mouth as his eyes widened; ending up coming face-to-face with the chicken.
"Remember, your BEST behavior.” She said, trying to not use the motherly tone she used when she scolded the kids back at the restaurant. Foxy slid out of her grasp with ease as he then turned to the direction the kids were in, only to see them making their way onto an
Names"Who’s your favorite, Caitlyn?"Names9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the children turned to their friend, whom gave them an eager look. They ended up looking to the ground in thought before shrugging. "Eh, I don’t know..Maybe Chica. Her pizza is REALLY good, and I like her voice…”
"Well, my favorite’s Freddy." He grinned as he looked at the animatronic bear from afar. "He’s just too awesome."
Another child's eyes wandered in the direction of the animatronics as he focused on a particular one. Eyes locked on the figure, he said, "Well…I’m more onto Bonnie. I mean, her guitar rocks!"
The children stopped talking as they turned to give their friend a look. He tilted his head in confusion as he looked back at them. Did...he say something wrong?
"Bonnie’s not a girl, Jack," One of the kids crossed their arms, giving him a smirk. The others laughed at his mistake.
"Really?" Jack gave her a look. "I always thought she was a girl."
"No, she’s a guy….Right?"
Tango (AU)Mike groaned as he drove in the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The sight of the building gave him an unbearable feeling inside his stomach. Kind of like the feeling he'd get during his night shifts as he'd struggle for his life; a strange urge between wanting to vomit or to just let out multiple screams for no absolute reason. As soon as he found a spot to his liking and had turned off the ignition, he let out a sigh before banging his head on his dashboard repeatedly.Tango (AU)9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The pizzeria was closed, what with it being a Sunday, and he should have had a work-free day like all the other employees. Sadly, his boss had called in that morning and told him it was his turn to watch over the animatronics. It turned out that there was a specific “schedule” over the employees on who watched over them while the building was closed and who didn’t.
Why Mike was included was beyond his reasoning. He assumed that the boss just didn’t like him and decided to put him
Repaired"Oh my gosh! Can you believe it, Freddy?" Chica asked as she ran up to her friend, twirling around as she giggled. "They repaired us! They really repaired us!"Repaired9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Freddy didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at his repaired parts. It felt a bit abnormal being this….new. He had just gotten used to his rusted, worn-out parts instead of walking around in shiny, sleek ones. How on Earth he gotten used to it before was beyond his comprehension.
"Just why did they repair us, though?" Bonnie asked as he turned to them. "Weren’t they going to get rid of us? I mean, they kept us in storage for over a year.”
"That’s what I thought,” Freddy said, giving him a look. “If they had other plans, then why did they keep us in storage for so long?”
"Guess they just recently got the idea," Chica shrugged. "I’m sure that, if they originally planned to bring us back, we would’ve been in better treatment."
A sudden banging noise made all
Giving"Hey, Foxy, what do you want for Christmas?"Giving10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The animatronic blinked as he studied his broken friend, her jaw hung on by broken wires and of the multiple scratches and dents left on her body. Her parts were to the point of rusting and she no longer looked as bright as she used to, but only a dull shade of yellow. She tilted her head as her purple eyes studied him, both curious and worried for her friend.
He felt pity for her. Still containing the innocence she once held before everything betrayed her. She truly was strong, wasn't she? A little stronger than him, maybe, but he knew better than to admit that.
"I remember wantin' a toy ship," He replied as he made eye contact with her. "Thinkin' back on it, I never knew why."
"Well, it'd make sense," Chica commented as she looked around the storage room. "I mean, you are a pirate, after all."
"Were," He corrected, eyes traveling to the ground. "Now I'm just a scrapped mistake. Anythin' but what I was supposed ta' be."
Memory Chapter 4The next few weeks seemed to be one of the most busiest weeks Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria ever had to face. Since of the new additions, specifically of the arcade games, it was like the murder that had taken place in the neighborhood never happened. It seemed that the neighborhood had gotten a boost from all the children's laughter heard within the building. Like things were restored to how they originally were.Memory Chapter 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
How ironic that a pizzeria could do that.
Everything seemed pretty normal. The animatronics started gathering their likes and dislikes, as the employees had presumed. They started growing some on the kids, and it appeared that they all adored them very much. Especially Freddy, considering most of the kids liked him best. They didn't seem to dislike any of the children, unless they witnessed one bullying another or just being plain rude. But, even then, they'd take it in a light matter and as friendly as possible.
Just like planned.
The games were a hit, and the prizes seemed to b
Memory Chapter 3The room fell silent as the clip that had been playing for half an hour had finished. A few awkward coughs and people repositioning themselves in their seats were heard as Fredrick shut off the TV, giving the employees across from him a hesitant smile. He still had chills from the clip. Perhaps they were experiencing it, too?Memory Chapter 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well, that was....interesting," Jane, one of the mechanics, commented. Some others nodded their heads in agreement. The rest looked too shocked to say anything or were still trying to process what had happened.
"I know," Fredrick responded as he sat in his seat. "I was quite surprised while it was happening, too."
"This....is just too much of a boost in this 'self aware' progress," One of the mechanics commented as her eyes widened, staring at the piece of paper she had been taking notes on. "It seems as if they are fully aware of what's happening around them."
"Does this mean that we're going to have to replace them?" One of the chefs asked, drumming his fingers
Memory Chapter 6It had been several months since Halloween had passed in the pizzeria. The animatronics' progress seemed to heavily increase with each of the characters bonding with the children more and more within each day. They seemed to go along with their likes and dislikes gathered but still did not have a preference when it came to children.Memory Chapter 66 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was highly noted when the band played a song for handicapped child awhile ago. They still showed the same love they had for them as they did with the rest of the children. Their memory storage seemed to rapidly increase, too, since they could remember the child's name and when the exact date they had arrived at the pizzeria. This was heavily noted among the employees and they decided to ask the animatronics a few questions about the day before they had shut them down during the night.
This, of course, gave them interesting results. Freddy seemed to have the best memory on remembering what songs they had played during the day and of the children he talk
Memory Chapter 5It had been a month since of the first showing of "Pirate Foxy's Terrific Adventure!" The show would gain more critiques in the newspapers, and they still remained positive. But, it seemed that, after a month of having it, the event wasn't as special as it used to be. New ideas still came through each performance, and it was why the children still came back to it, but they just performed it for the sake of it. Well, the sake of doing it and for the children.Memory Chapter 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
New prizes would be added weekly, and some new games would come, too. But things were kept the way they were for most of the month. Birthday parties still ran in the place, and it seemed that they, at least, had 3 parties per day. The party area had a lot of space as it is, and they added some newer activities that the Birthday child could do on their special day.
On a certain Friday, everything was pretty much the same at the pizzeria. The children laughed a lot more as they played or watched the animatr
Memory Chapter 2That next day, the security guard had been talking with the mechanics about Foxy's statement from last night. Not only did it scare him deeply, but his mind on the animatronics becoming self aware had definitely been changed since then. He may be overthinking it, since Foxy could've just blurted out anything, since the robots tend to become more inactive later in the day, but it still scared him.Memory Chapter 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The mechanics denied that Foxy would say such a thing, and had brushed this off. The security guard tried to get them to listen, but that only resulted in them walking off, whispering something about him being a lunatic. And, as the security guard got back to post and sat in his chair, he stared at the table for more than half of his shift.
Maybe he WAS a little crazy. After all, being in a kid's pizzeria does make your whole attitude and mood change, which would result in some....sanity being left out. Maybe he just IMAGINED Foxy saying that.
Smirking, he went back to the monitors. Yea
loss preventionshe's an old lover, though more of an inconvenience. i don't enjoy her calls. my father yells at me when she comes in through the basement door at three am. she shows up at my store sometimes. no longer am i civil with her, but it's almost as if she enjoys that. she always flirts at my snarling attempts to get her to leave. she'll beckon me close, and point out a dress we got in shipment last week. i tell her i don't wear dresses anymore.loss prevention8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"that's a shame," she says, "because you would've loved it last year."
she likes watching me get ready to leave the house. when i get out of the shower, her chin is on my shoulder, her voice a low purr. "your face is so feminine." i put on a shirt. "nice tits." i brush my teeth. "you have such shapely hips."
i am not a violent person, but i imagine her face beneath the boots i wear to the pharmacy. her vocal chords are in my hand.
and when she really feels like pissing me off, she'll own the words of strangers who don't know better. "excuse
His FavoriteFoxy groaned as he continued to clutch his sword in his right paw as he held his sparring stance. He took a few steps forward to strike his "opponent" as he then took a few steps back rather quickly. Due to his high agility, he was able to do this with ease and not run out of energy as the others did. At least his practice battling opponents on the seven seas was wearing off.His Favorite1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chica walked into the room, and had observed the animatronic fox. He was still in a sparring stance, moving to the left of his "opponent" a bit. He managed to catch sight of Chica and only gave her a quick nod, eyes darting back to the wooden dummy placed in front of him. He struck the middle of their chest very quickly before returning back to his original position, panting as he circle the "enemy". Chica sat down on a nearby booth in Pirate Cove, continuing to watch Foxy practice.
His chest would constantly move up and down with every pant he took, and he was far too focused on practicing than to observe his sur
for the one who never really wasthings don't always work outfor the one who never really was9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way we think they will.
sometimes, i want to hold you until
your shoulders don't tense at the slightest touch,
until you're no longer searching for a little bend
in my spine, a break in my skin to get underneath
and figure out if i hold all the answers, all the things
you're still looking in all the wrong places for.
i do not hold these things,
i'm not the one you're looking for
(we were always the wrong place, the wrong time,
the wrong life kind of people. that's us,
there to build each other back up
and close our eyes once the last card has been placed.)
(i don't want to watch you break yourself down again and again
because somewhere, somehow i still loved you even if it's not
in the way that we were looking for all those years ago.)
(you're something past, that still pulls at my heartstrings,
a boy that i loved and still can't bear to let go,
and instead you're somewhere, some little detail stitched
into what i write, what i wrote. some things
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
teacher shrugged and said: "it
happens" in regards to rape.
he was a gym coach with a coffee
mug that read "world's best dad."
they gave me the one-in-three
statistic on a business card
during the half hour we talked about
sexual assault in class.
that number has become a top-heavy
fraction, though not top-heavy
the way boys like to hear of.
and i have learned that absolutely
no man will bend at the knees,
fold the way i have been told
to fold - for i have a flower
between my legs, and he has a snake.
i was taught to be lusted after
for my innocence, only to be tattooed
as guilty by a trial of my peers
in my high school lunch room.
my heart howls at the moon of knowing
i've had my phone number removed from
the contacts of those who loved me
before they dared to remove my rapist's.
the world may forever know me as impure
without looking at the hands of the boy
who touched me, without realizing that
they have dirt caked on their glasses.
and my war cries can
DrowningThere is a sorrow,Drowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within our cores
Weighing us down,
Pulling us deeper
The souls of humanity,
Loose our voices to the blue
We do not call out,
We cannot fight
Distanced by the stereotypes
Pained by the chill,
The salt in our wounds,
We are the most alone
We cannot survive,
We cannot swim
Drowning in the sorrow,
We cannot fight the sorrow,
The inevitable tug-o-war
of the tides of misery
Our lungs beat mercilessly
at out white-fire chests
Armed robbery for oxygen
Success is not expected
Our vision is blurred
by the water in our eyes,
Soaking our faces
into unidentifiable memories,
A thousand centuries
In the silence
That we may not
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.a youth without flowers1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
the proclaimers never sang about thisevery mile between usthe proclaimers never sang about this8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a blow to my chest
1945 in sepiaThe boy called “spineless” has a backbone1945 in sepia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost in the rubble of Hiroshima, his unfettered hands
pulling at maps and photographs.
With worn and radioactive identity, he knows
that the world is a veteran, sick of empathy
and can look massacre in the eye without blinking.
Hastily, people will cleanse themselves
of alpha particles and corpses
they did not touch.
History classrooms will suck the marrow of tragedy
unafflicted, passing Nagasaki
as another word in a textbook,
pointing at pictures, saying
That’s what you get
when you mess with America.
He does not blame them.
They have not seen for themselves
the crimson cloud inhaling his old home,
the cave of his mother’s mouth
swallowing the stolen decades.
They did not touch the ashes imprinted
on buildings, the black silhouettes of people
whose bodies burned into them;
did not put his father’s jacket
into the back closet
one last time.
Still, this rubble-spined boy
keeps firm th
unwritten9:14 pm: you're still here. you never really left.unwritten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
9:14 pm: there are curls of your hair on the floor. your toothbrush rests on the curve of the sink in my shitty little bathroom.
9:15 pm: and your towel is still damp from this morning.
9:26 pm: you were the sun on my wall this afternoon, coaxing me to sleep as you panned a diagonal path through my room.
9:34 pm: you are the wrinkles in my bed sheets, like stretchmarks worn into a mattress.
9:38 pm: you are still in the bark of the trees outside. you are every child that will trapeze from that swing-set in the park, and every howling toddler scared of bees.
9:42 pm: you are the secret in my second dresser drawer, and if i step outside, you'll be sitting on the edge of the porch downstairs with a lighter between your fingers.
10:02 pm: you are still here. you are the songs in my head, the tremor in my hands. i can still smell you on my skin.
12:53 am: you are not in my bed, but you are still here, somehow.
2:22 am: you are not here. you
pillow talkthere are thousandspillow talk9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of tongues i could
memorize; new words
for love tucked between
teeth often biting
my chapsticked lips
could learn to bow to
grammar laws in
i could master writing
symphonies in syntax,
spend hours penning
volumes in languages
of longing and love,
but i'll never find a
phrase that fits you
the way your body fit
to mine, back bent.
i'll never find a name
for how our lips tucked
together, for my hands
in your hair, for the
rapture in your eyes.
its final wisha canvas to be wrecked with the beauty ofits final wish9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
screaming tendrils of silent air with
grasping paws and smokey eyes.
cloak me in pigment: the sky's earthy blue
the sun's lusty orange.
tears of gold seeping through its hemp
for the sense of being cradled by the crafter's brush.
rekindle my youth: the pupil's pit
the lashes' whip.
with bones of linen, veins of cotton --
woven like the winding rivers of a road side map.
to bathe in the pasture's myrtle blood,
to scour dahlia's silky skin.
for a chance to dance in the rainbow's shadow
one last time.
renovationsmy mind looks at my bodyrenovations1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and says, "i don't like what
you've done with the place."
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMy Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice