Five Nights at Freddy's- Short Story- Phone Guy(A/N: I decided to make this a bit longer and include Nights 1, 2, and 3 phone calls to the next night guard [Mike] and add a bit more detail. I think...Yeah. After listening and reading about Phone Guy's messages, I wanted to add the previous nights and fix some stuff up here. And it's late where I am, so I'll be heading to bed soon. Anyways, enjoy! P.S. - I got lazy around night 2 phone calls, so I only did half of the calls. Ugh. Enjoy!)Five Nights at Freddy's- Short Story- Phone Guy4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
<Night One, Sunday; Previous Night Guard>
I remembered coming to this place as a kid. The pizzeria was the same as I remembered it. Pirate's Cove, the stage, the party room. I smiled as I saw Chica, Bonny, and Freddy on stage. They all looked the same as I remembered them. Bonny's pink eyes seemed to follow my every move as I walked around the place.
Not very many families were here, which didn't surprise me. I was there when Foxy bit the poor kid's head. I didn't see it happen, but I saw parents and kids start to run
Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. SisterYou woke up really tired, your back hurt like a bitch as well, you noticed that you had fallen asleep on the stairs, your eyes were all dried from crying.Eyeless Jack x Reader Ch. 2. Sister2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed as you got up, starting to walk down stairs slowly. The first thing you did when you got down was walking to the kitchen, you got yourself some (Tea/Coffee/Hot Chocolate) and went to the livingroom sitting down on the couch.
It was hard to not cry again when you went back to your thoughts about him, when your parents died he was there, holding you until the police came back, you remembered how your sister was stabbed, but she wasn't dead yet.
A week later or so, you got to know that your sister were dying, that she wouldn't survive, you and your sister had started to live with your boyfriend, he took care of you both, when you told him that she wasn't going to survive he looked heart broken just like you.
For some reason your sister said it was ok, she knew she wouldn't live anymore, so what could she do?
The Man with No NameThis is the tale of the man with no name,The Man with No Name1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
Poem from the PavementThere are stony faced facadesPoem from the Pavement1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
imposing judgement upon my daily viewscape.
They clutch a fence to them like cards
as if to hide their poker face behind.
I am a step away from them
behind festivous displays of success
the pride of the University plathered
over hardnosed metal.
On this side, between the rock
and the green space,
I hang a yellow satchel from my self
and paint myself with painkillers and Prozac
as I try to find the perfect place to be.
Somewhere dreamy by the lake,
under the wise eyes of a beloved castle.
In the clutches of a tree cluster
in the shadow of a fallen oak.
With hard edges and cornices,
bright colours and Tetris windows.
With lush grass, reality's stench presiding,
I search for my place.
On the inside, between a rock
and a hard place,
I strangle down my anxiety and fear -
paint myself with painkillers and Prozac
and try to be the person I always wanted to be.
Goin' Up (Parody of the Monkees' song, Goin' Down)Sock it to me! --Goin' Up (Parody of the Monkees' song, Goin' Down)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Steppin' on the elevator
Wish I'd left a little later
could've killed the innovator
but I haven't got a choice
a little wimp has got no voice
I'm riding on a fancy toy
left me standing here without the stairs
and no one cares
Goin' up, goin' up
Passing up another floor
can't take another minute more
open up this bloody door
this crazy fear has got me down
it's not by choice I'm in this town
and if I die I won't be found
I'd rather take my chances on the ledge
I'm on the edge
Goin' up, goin' up
help help - help help-
help help - help help - help
I feel like I'm on the brink
you know I'm gonna kill the fink
should've taken time to think
Besides I've got the picture straight
if working here will be my fate
I'll always end up being late
I can't believe they called me for this job
Are they the mob?
Goin' up, I'm goin' up
And now I see the whole idea
they planned the scheme that put me here
I've gotta beat this crazy fear
before it gets the best of me
so why don't they just
Towers - 1 - 005"Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."Towers - 1 - 0052 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar had been born into her brain. It was the early morning hours, and thus her sight blurred with the fatigue of being prematurely awakened. Until she rubbed her eyes to get them accustomed to the waking life, she could only help but make out the reddish brown of her fur, and the way that at her knees, it changed abruptly into black.
This was t
Wolves and DogA slim and beautiful specimen of a British golden retriever runs for its very life in a dangerous forest known to be filled with animals. But the dog doesnt care in the slightest about animals; he only cares about the humans. Two humans, two male, redneck cameo-covered, shotgun-wielding human men chasing the poor dog through the forest, and are currently shooting at the animal with the guns. The only thing saving this poor animal is the obviously drunk humans inability to aim while running and trying to keep their balance while also avoiding trees.Wolves and Dog5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This dog has never run so fast in his three years of life, never felt such fear, never felt such a hate for the humans that used to care for him. The humans chasing him are yelling gibberish, their words just drunken slur and attempts at cursing. The sound of leaves crunching, twigs breaking, the heavy sound of the boots clomping on the ground, a startled deer darting away, and gunshot are the only things the dog can hear past th
The Arizona Case“This is the first time we’ve documented anything like this – and, I must say, it has historians across the world baffled.” Eric explained as he lead his associate through the open tent flap. The world beyond was a stark contrast to the dry Arizona city mere feet away: the temporary structure led directly into the mouth of a cave, unearthed through recent exploration. The moment his body passed the threshold, David felt his skin moisten with humidity and cool with dropping temperature; and, as he took his first steps below ground, he knew he was passing into what was essentially another world.The Arizona Case2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
“Native Americans of this region,” the project manager went on, smoothing his pale red hair as small droplets of water began to drip from the sloping ceiling “are your typical Settler-Story brand of Indian: they followed buffalo, lived in teepees, and later came to master the horse. We know little of their ancient past because they managed to build virtua
Wolf Legend - Part I1. AndrewWolf Legend - Part I7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He stood over the body.
It's over, he thought. No more. I'm not like them, their traditions, rituals, this pack... I'm different. It's over for me.
The scent of blood was overwhelming. The heat from the fire only reminded him of the hate that grew within him.
I hate them, he repeated over and over in his head. How could they, and for what, they call this honor!?
He wanted to see them burn. Fire didn't seem enough. He could only think of the worst kinds of deaths one could experience, and he wished it on them.
He was alone. It was not what he wanted, but it was all his fault. He had taken everything too far.
My lies did this. My hope to be different. He had lived with his curse long enough, he was asked to do the only thing he vowed never to do.
"I will not!" Andrew yelled out in the darkness.
Shadows moved across the field. Glowing eyes were on him, fueled by hatred and judgment. He didn't care. He wouldn't stand it.
His eyes gl
Submit. Succumb. Serve.The silence has been unnerving. The silence was ultimate: no creaks of a heavily bolted door; no clopping of shoes next to his ear; no beating sound of his pounding heart. It was utterly, terrifyingly silent.Submit. Succumb. Serve.1 year ago in Horror More Like This
The room was bare. Only his limp, abused body laid in the center of the cold, desolate room. This small, enclosed space was not a prison. No, prisons have makeshift cots for sleeping and a bucket for you to piss in. This was far worse than a prison, although, he didn’t have a name for it. He couldn’t make a name for it. His head, at the moment, was only trying to process two things: how to deal with this pain and why the hell he had to adventure into that…place.
He had entered into THAT place before. He had meet the soul that guards the grounds at night. Yet, he was never caught. He thought he could tempt his luck simply because he always managed to hop the fence right before the face-less man attempted to grab his collar. His trial had run up when he was thrown
HeartBreakHeartBreak7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emptiness surrounds my lonesome heart
Smothering the life from me.
This void runs deep throughout my soul
Wishing to envelope all emotion.
I tear away, beginning to run,
hoping to free my mind from these confines.
Yet, every step I take, I stumble, and fall.
With every once of my strength, I try to move on,
But the implausible senerio keeps running through my mind
Making it impossible to keep forward.
So here I am
stuck in the darkness of a shattered heart once agian,
Unable to break loose from these chains,
As the emptiness envelopes me a second time.
Brokenstars final deathBrokenstars final death4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Brokenstar wandered aimlessly in the Dark Forest. He looked up, the thick foliage of the trees blocking his view of the moon. He snorted.
Place of No Stars...Makes sense.
He kept padding on, thinking of his plan...And how it had failed. Ivypaw was so easily manipulated...And still he had failed, just because Tigerheart. The stupid turncoat of a tom. He snorted. What kinds of Clan cats were Tigerstar recruiting?
He sat down at the base of an oak, flicking his crooked tail. That stupid, stupid tail...So humiliating. The name Brokentail mocked him, filling him with even more hatred.
"Clans." He snorted. "Just groups of stupid, no-good cats." He sighed. The Dark Forest, he thought, was brimming with the most intellegent and cunning of the Clan cats. And it was well where he belonged.
"Ah, Brokentail...It's been a while." A huge, muscular brown tabby stepped from the undergrowth, his yellow eyes glowing with hostility and hatred.
"Raggedstar...?" Brokenstar stood, surprised, but glar
Don't Think.it's meant to be listened to:Don't Think.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember in Psych 101,
when the professor proposed a game
called Don’t Think.
He said, “For the next minute,
don’t think about
So the trick was to
think about anything else
but the red elephant.
was the longest minute
of my life.
I thought surely I will die
under the weight of this--
No don’t think about it!
The sweat dripped down my temples
and my lips got dry
and I couldn’t stop
blinking or thinking
about purple giraffes
and orange hippos and polka dot
ostriches and red
but then the minute was up and I let out a sigh
and I could feel my arteries dilate
and I could feel my cells breathing again and
I could see the red elephant
and he could see me.
That elephant in my mind’s room
was easy to accommodate after all the
other animals had left
when it was just
me and him.
I forgot wha
SwimmingSwimming4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"When you are swimming in deep waters, let Christ be your life jacket." ~ Jazzy C. Oaks
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."Towers - 1 - 0042 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to audibly protest, but was interrupted as Rifel grabbed a piece of rock from the eroded outlook, and brought it smashing against the bear's face. Valessa heard noises that she would rather soon forget, as Duncan gargled in pain at his crushed cranium. Rifel used the other male's daze in his favour as he gripped Duncan by the chest and pushed h
Factory ShipsRussian Factory ShipsFactory Ships5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think the stars fell off their hooks last night,
Because they lay in heaps
Like Autumn brushed up leaves.
Though when I looked,
I could not see any missing
From their usual places.
But I distinctly heard them shouting
To their night born mates,
Strange utterances of laughter and darkness,
And I wondered at the place they called home.
For now they lay brightly glittering
Across the dark and mirrored sea,
And I walked away forever.
Never more to see
Those night born floating citadels
And their precious filigree.
What have I done.A face that barely changes in expression,What have I done.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A never-ending frown firm on thin lips.
Cropped black hair,
Never blocking the cold stares,
Delivered from narrowed, grey eyes.
Even if his stature is diminutive,
His personality remains tall and strong.
He may hate the sight of dirt,
And scrub it till it is gone,
But he will grasp the bloodied hand of a fallen warrior,
Ensuring that the soldier knows he did not die in vain.
untitled.shut up.untitled.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you
hide behind pretty
words & stone smiles doesn't
mean i'm going to do the
i have the soul of a
& when i run
with the wolves,
no longer matters.
all my demons out
the next time you attempt
be ready & waiting.
Crimson TruthsCrimson Truths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I desire will never
desire me in return.
As the actress I am, no one
sees the distress in my heart.
these are not beautiful,
I force them from me and a
sharp, burning rage replaces them.
I am trapped in the wrong form
and this body pollutes me.
A woman who is not female.
My pain is unknown to most,
my true beauty hidden from
To others I am ugly.
I am strange, I am impure.
The fourth-rate corpse with no
Demoted again and again,
insulted and injured by
handsome dogs on tight leashes
and icy superiors.
What I want refuses me.
Apparently happiness is my
The golden fruit on a branch
that is forever just out of my
SaberClan story #1 Long, long, long ago many countless seasons ago was the ancient SaberClan. Every cat was large, with either very pointed long ears, or short, rounded ears. Every cat had the ability to unsheathe Saber Tooth cat fangs. SaberClan was the most powerful of the Floating Islands, Dragon Canyons, and the Valleys. No cat ever dared to enter their forest. A large, thick forest in the middle of an endless feild. in the center of the forest was their camp. The biggest tree you would ever see. Nocat knows what is going on there. Only that some of it's strange creatures came into our world. So you kit's wonder how they get here? Well remember that badger story of how Spottedsky... Well yes Spottedkit. You were named after her. You were the only one to survive birth. That badger was larger than our entire camp. It came from the abyss. Who knows how that thing got there. I'm pretty sure it came from ancient SaberClan's world. Their world was named, The Dragon World. Dragon's were giantSaberClan story #12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This