Anna Fox Ch11Anna fox chapter 11: Gary's end ? Part 2-Gary's Pov-I took several deep breaths trying to calm down I looked at the monitor again 55% power Chica was still in the window I checked the left door Bonnie was gone. I sighed somewhat in relief but I knew it wasn't time to relax just yet flicking through the camera's I almost screamed when I saw the cold eyes of Golden Freddy on the stage.-No one's Pov-Golden Freddy stood on the stage as he looked into the camera with his soulless cold eyes he smiled a sick twisted smile showing rows of jagged teeth inside of his jaw. Gary paled at what he saw but didn't let the Golden Freddy distract him as he disappeared from sight,he blinked wondering where the robot had went too. Anna was no longer at her ship as she was now in the cove he couldn't quite see her because of the curtain but he knew.Anna could see foxy starting to wake up from his sleep his eye opened as he whirred silently to life he
Dax bioFull name: Daxine Marin Key.Name: Dax key.Age: 28Birthday: August 28thGender/Species: Hermaphrodite Irken. but Classes as Male.Relationship status: ComplicatedSexual Orientation: BisexualHeight: 6'0Weight: AverageOccupation: Mechanic/Engineer Hover board hobbyist.Body type: muscled and toned.Scars: nine scattered on his chest and near his plates. underneath is mangled burnt flesh and his left arm is none existent. left eye is basically almost dead/blind with little life in it without the help of the metal plate or green lens he probably wouldn't be able to do his job correctly.Tattoo's: NoneEye colour: Dark blueSkin colour: Light greenish.Likes/interests: Almost all fruit,Hover boarding,mechanics,Drawing,Music,dancing (sometimes),sweet things, his favourite colours are dark blue,silver,red,black and white.Dislikes/hates: Melons,watermelon,lemons,squid,octopus,his hydraulics locking up,people making fun of him,sour things,too vibrant colours.Parents: UnknownSiblings: n
Tori Bio Real name: Tori Elizabeth SnowName: Tori snowAge: 60 (looks younger)currently: Deceased at 67 (suicide method: shot herself in the head)Birthday: April 20thSpecies: IrkenGender: FemaleRelationship status: complicated.Sexual Orientation: StraightHeight: 6'4Weight: normal.Body type: Kinda tall lithe,thin but not too thin or chubby,is strong despite her age she still looks beautiful.Scars: one on her right leg.Tattoo's: One on her upper arm of a pair of cherries with 'Lucky sweet cherry' underneath it,also has a vine tattoo on her right side.Personality: sweet,can be serious,is kind hearted,a little crazy,all over a caring grandma figure.Likes/Interests: Gardening,cherry blossom trees,apples,cherries,leather,riding her bike,smoking vapour cigarettes,drinking,Red apple wine and whiskey are her favourite drinks she normally likes half of each in a wine glass,Playing cards,roses,orchids,lilies,Tulips,and White chrysanthemums are her favourite,the colours red,black and purple a
Damien Bio.Full name: Damien Casidy Silver.Name: Damien SilverAge: 32Birthday: September 30thGender/Species: Male VortianSexual Orientation: BisexualRelationship status: Single divorced.Love interest: Rhinestone (who belongs to samwolf3974) but it's currently complicated :3Height: 6′12Weight: AverageBody type: muscled and toned.Scars: many but here Damien Four on his left arm six on his right,three on his chest one on the left side of his neck one over his right eye and one just below on his jar and another scar over his other eye going across,and three on his back. (not visible)Tattoo's: One on his left arm of a scarred scull.Markings: Purple markings on his body can be seen on his reference.Eye colour: WhiteSkin colour: Dark greyBlood colour: Light grey/SilverLikes/interests: Fighting,games,walks,working out,drawing,listening to music,dancing,drinking,his shot gun.Dislikes/hates: stuck up people,his ex-wife
Life ever after.Arcane stood dressed in a pair of black jeans,and combat boots with silver skulls on the side. he also had on a grey shirt with a red leather vest his charm bracelet was on his right hand and so was his gold ring he was currently standing on a little stage his guitar in hand. he started to strum."Ten miles from town and I just broke downSpittin' out smoke on the side of the roadI'm out here alone just tryin' to get homeTo tell you I was wrong but you already knowBelieve me I won't stop at nothin'To see you so I've started runnin'All that I'm after is a life full of laughterAs long as I'm laughing with youI'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever afterAfter the life we've been through'Cause I know there's no life after you"Arcane stared at the only person in his life with his two coloured eyes."Last time we talked, the night that I walkedBurns like an iron in the back of my mindI must've been high to say you and IWeren't meant to be and just wasting my timeO
Jayden Claw bio (redone)Real name: Jayden ClawAdoptive name: Jayden Grey (don't use that one XD)Name: JayNicknames: White fire.Age: 16Current age: 23Birthday: March 21stHeight: 5,8Height at 23: 6'2Weight: scrawny,yet muscled. (dunno how that works)Weight at 23: Muscular and average.Eye colour: BlackSkin colour: Dark GreyScars: mostly burns and marks on his torso (as mentioned)Tatoos: NonePiercings: two in each antenna.Relationship status: TakenPersonality: stubborn,hard headed (at times),Kind,sarcastic,flirty,protective.Status At 23: Engaged to sondraSexual orientation: BisexualFavourite weapon: knife/macheteLikes/interests: the colours black,white and grey,Drawing,long walks,the beach,sandcastles,pizza,pasta,cookies,most foods.dislikes/hates: People who make fun of his scars,anyone who mentions his past,jerks,line pushers,cheaters,unfair fights,bright colours.Allergic to: sunflowers,daffodils,mustard,turkey.Parents: Jamie claw (father/deceased) Eve claw (mother/deceased?)Step parents
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Falling For Him...Falling for him wasn't safe or nice.It felt like I walked into a beautiful museum,a beautiful and mysterious building,but that building was on fire and there was no exit.
FrozenNot all who wander are lostAnd not all who are lost, wanderMany, in fact, are stuckIn time, in place, in mindUnmoving, they searchNever finding what they lostBecause what they lostis the key to the chains that bind themkeeping them from finding what they are missing the mostNot realizing that what they needwas there all along, hidden inside,buried in the coils of their desperate searchBlinded by the darkness that surrounds them,they have lost the ability to see the light
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted AchromaticI want to be a person just like you, don't you see?I want to be a person who is still being "me"A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.It really would be nice but I'm paying a price'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not sufficeYou asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.A dream which
OverTo be over somethingis to ride a speed bumpup to its crescentand crush itunder tireuntil the road is wrinkle-free.To be over, sometires have to losetheir gripon past reality.To be over someoneis to drive a carthrough potholesto find smooth roadahead.To be over, someone has to saythose potholesdon't feel like quicksandanymore.Because it is over -you are the speed bumpthat can becomea level crossing.You can watchyour train of thoughtpassing by, laya thumbprint upon the groundand cryThen step back,let the vision vanishinto dustLet the life tracksleft behindform a new railway.Then,drive away.
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesBut dear, what do you mean?Do you mean you want the planets,the asteroids,the sun?Do you mean you want the stars,the galaxies,the moon?Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?An infinite vacuum,a quiet location,solitude for the soul?Oh yes, my dear,I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in thereOh yes, my dear,in there,It’s as empty as you.
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,Because her reflection hurts more thanStarving.To the boy who wears sweatshirtsOn hot summer days,Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over hisScars.To the boy who weeps uncontrollablyUntil he falls asleep,Because it’s the only way to escape into hisDreams.To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,Because the dark is more peaceful than herMind.To the child who gets angry,Because no one understands.To the teens who self-harm,To the ones in recovery,To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…Stay Strong.For the girl who skips mealsAnd the boy who wears sweatshirts,For the boy who cries,The girl who hides,And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.Because darling,You’ve come this far.Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
ace of spades1. i come out wrong.well, no, sorry.i come out loudly. i tell my friendsalmost immediately, beforethe puzzle is even halfway complete.i tell them that given the opportunityand the consent i would probablyfuck the waitress that waved at usas we walked in. but the wordsaren’t as true as i want them to be,mostly because i don’t want to fuck her,i want to hold her hand.i want to be the one that gets to hug herfrom behind and kiss her cheek when she’s sad.i wanna know if she’s afraid ofthunderstorms, i wanna know if shebuilds blanket forts, i wanna knowher stance on eskimo kisses and if shewould let someone like me beher little spoon.but there’s not a word for that,so i say fuck when really i mean cuddle,and i come out wrong.2. when he kisses me, i trymy hardest to think about fireworks,but inside me there’s nothingbut a clock ticking in my head,counting the seconds untili can be not kissing him anymore. i pull backbecause my