Sundrop2

Summary: A young girl named Madeline's entire family was brutally murdered, making the woman simply...snap. She hunts down and kills the murderer of her family, but there's no evidence of him being the murderer, just evidence of her killing him, so she's taken into custody. Madeline expects, even wishes, for death as she goes into her trial, but when The King Of Tricksters sentences her to be his Indentured Servant...thing's go alot different then planned. (Author's note: This is the first draft of the first chapter, so it will not be edited just yet! I wanted to release this to see what everyone thought, before I go in and edit it later! So that I can kinda write down any compliments/critiques anyone gives me, for when I edit it. Also mild gore and blood warning, as well as suicidal ideation and general mental instability warning) Everything hurt, everything hurt...hurt... The pain choked me, a horrific, burning throb, that was everywhere as I stood in my living room No, I

(Author's note, FNAF, spring bonnie, and the official FNAF character encylocpedia does not belong to me. This is a rewrite of one of the pages because I personally didn't like it! Nothing belongs to me!) Don't move. Spring Bonnie is the original Bonnie, and looks very similar, except for his golden color, and being one of a small number of Springlock suits! Spring lock suits are mascots that can either be worn by a person, or operated separately as animatronics. But they are extremely unstable especially the older models, so you always need to be careful not to trip one. These were discontinued shortly after because of a few...mishaps... Spring Bonnie comes in a pair, along with Fredbear, another golden, Springlock variation of Freddy Fazbear! But both animatronics have had their share of tragedies caused by them. Or in Spring Bonnie's case, it was the one inside him who caused tragedies. Spring Bonnie's appearance in Five Nights At

Flowey's perspective: If I had to be honest I had given up. Given up on trying to have complete control of my emotions. I couldn’t do it, I wasn’t strong enough, I wasn’t good enough. But instead I was just stuck, with a few broken pieces of my soul still remaining, but coming back apart every time I tried to put them back together. I had thought when I found out I still had some of my emotions left, then it would all be better. Maybe I could even let myself go to the surface if I got it under control. And with the knowledge anytime I felt, that I would just go back to nothing soon enough. Not fully flowey, but certainly not fully Asriel either. It was a living hell every waking moment. The only comfort I had was that I was trapped in the mountain and couldn’t hurt anyone else. I quietly wondered what Frisk was doing. Probably enjoying the sun and the beach—or was it winter?— I didn’t know I stopped keeping track of time. But definitely having fun. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He