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Cooking with Chica (REQUEST CHICAXFEM!BONNIE)It was late, just after one in the morning. The night guard had been taken care of and discarded into an empty animatronic suit, and the four hardworking members of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza were passing the time as they pleased.
As Freddy made his nightly rounds and Foxy sulked by the Cove, the clanking of pots and pans jangled from the kitchen.
Bonnie, however, had taken her place on the stage and was practicing her guitar. Except this time, she was playing songs that she wanted to play. Not those stupid jingles they'd had to sing since 1987.
Unfortunately, it's not all that easy for one to practice music while their girlfriend was stumbling around the kitchen.
Bonnie desperately tried to ignore it and focus solely on figuring out some solo, but all of Chica's clumsiness was really pissing her off.
"Chica!" she snapped, whirling around to face the kitchen. "Do you mind? The one period of time where I can actually get some work done and y
Money Can't Buy Me Love"Is there a particular reason WHY you took my wallet, Walter?"
Liam asked, feeling at the seat of his pants where his wallet would normally be.
Walter had a habit of taking his things, whether it was out of courtesy or greed, he wasn't sure.
"Just for safe-keeping, dear." Walter said simply, hardy giving Liam a second glance. He flipped a page in his newspaper, reading spectacles perched on his nose.
"Oh really?" Liam snorted. "Because if I remember correctly, the last time I let you 'safe-keep' I lost thirty bucks so you could gamble."
Liam crossed his arms over his stomach and slumped farther into the sofa he shared with his money-grubbing companion.
"It was not gambling," snorted the miser, "It was simply a dance with Lady Fortune to test my luck."
"Since when do you dance with ladies?"
"Oh, shut up."
Liam rolled over onto his back to rest his head on Walter's lap. Walter lifted the paper ever so slightly, reaching one hand down to course through Liam's hair.
Good to Be BadIt was like watching a movie.
A movie in which the film was tainted yellow and stained with age. The sheets along the reel,
burnt along the edges and flickering in and out of function, just enough for the picture to make sense.
A woman was the subject. This woman who was young and spry and loved nothing more than a good time.
She was a socialite, if you were being polite. Each party she hosted in her deceased mother's home was like wildfire, people pouring out of the doors and windows. They would shriek and shout and laugh and hoot on and on until the very crack of dawn. This woman loved every second, indulging herself carelessly in sex, drugs and bottle after bottle of spirits without even thinking.
She became very well known for her recklessness.
Everyone knew her, but she had no friends, no spouse, or any children of her own.
Her mother was the last ray of companionship, but even then, the woman was too wrapped up in her social life to grieve the loss.
One fateful night, as music bl
“For the six millionth time, yes. I am blind.”
“If blind, why wear glasses?” A French brunette sat against the hips of a pink headed boy who had made himself comfortable sitting cross-legged on the floor. She gingerly pushed said glasses up farther on the boy’s nose.
“I don’t know, Patrice, would you like everyone treating you like a cripple?” Ender said gruffly, placing down his book. He wrapped his arms round her waist as she wound her legs round his.
Patrice chose to ignore his question and produce another of her own.
“If blind, how can read?”
“I just can.”
“You stupid, you cannot read. You lie.” Patrice-Jacques said, frustrated. “Is impossible.”
“I can take off my own head. I can read if I want to.” Ender grumbled. “What’s it to you?”
“You read to ignore me,” stated the French girl simply. “You read to ign
Jerk AlertThe trees that surrounded the House were dull and lifeless. Grey and brown leaves littered and blew across the dead grass. It was around the end of Autumn and nothing was going on. None of the Oddjects seemed to have any energy to do anything. Not even Hayley, who was basically energy itself.
Rain puttered against the windowpane. It was sound, steady and sleepy enough to lull anyone into deep dreams of lazy gray days.
No one bothered to talk, no one bothered to go outside.
Tony sat at the table with a newspaper and a cup of steaming tea. He glanced across the table to Hayley, who was playing Angry Birds on her palm in her immense boredom.
The puppets had chosen to go camping, leaving all Oddjects with nothing to kill, and nothing to satisfy their testy tempers.
"This is really boring," muttered Hayley in a tone that would make Harry proud.
Ender glanced up from where he stood reading in the kitchen by the warm furnace outlet.
Tony huffed and set down his teacup. "No, I ag
Even in the Storm, Leave the Light On"But it's a quarter to..!!"
"I DON'T CARE!!" shrieked an angry lamp Oddject. "I don't CARE what time it is!"
"How can you not care about the time?!" The blue clock man screeched.
"I'll tell you somethin' pal!" spat Liam, "The sun tells me what time it is! The sun has told time since before it even began!!"
Tony opened his mouth to blurt a comeback, but nothing was coming out.
"I'm right aren't I?!" He sneered, "You know I'm right! I don't need your bloody clocks and wristwatches! I know damn well what the time is!"
Tony's left eye twitched.
"Fine, fine! Whatever! You're right! Now go away!" He waved his gloved hand dismissively.
"I will!" Liam shouted and stormed outside, slamming the door so hard, the house rattled.
Perched outside on the front stoop, Francine reclined lazily against the threshold. Her eyes had been shut in a light nap, but they snapped open when she felt the tremor caused by Liam's door-slamming rage.
She sat herself up when he stalked onto the porch.
Liam pulled a s
Ticci TobyThere is a boy named Ticci Toby
Whose life has turned topsy turvy.
He once was bullied because of Tourettes,
But such a horrible outcome no one would have guessed.
He went insane, the voices in his head
Telling him to make others dead.
He witnessed his sister's gruesome death
And took away his heartless father's breath.
Now he works as Slender's proxy
Alongside the two called Hoodie and Masky.
He'll hack you up with his two hatchets, sharp
If you're foolish enough to wander the woods in the dark.
You can fight all you want but he feels no pain,
So your efforts will prove to be in vain.
He'll kill you quick, your body in pieces.
That's what you get for finding Slender's pages.
So when you hear some cracking bone,
Know that you won't be returning home.
BEN DrownedThere is a ghost named BEN Drowned.
In Majora's Mask is where he's found.
He haunts this game to make you scream.
It is as disturbing as it seems.
The backwards Song of Healing will chill your core.
You think that it's over, but wait, there's more.
His black orbs with red pupils bright,
You'll find is quite a horrific sight.
He'll drive you insane. You'll beg it to end.
Your Cleverbot messages will be the last thing you send.
Wait in the corner to die for there's not a thing you can do.
You've met with a terrible fate haven't you.
GazeThe earth will melt
In the eyes of the Sun
Her blank gaze
We tremble to behold.
An endless view
Into the void.
A burning fate
To end it all
Pierce the veil
Of twilight's gown
And to the ashes
We'll return, again.
Home AloneSay something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm starting to believe every word was true.
I can hear the sound of the dial tone beeping
And I wonder if it's the sound of your lies sleeping.
The phone line is calling my nickname,
Asking me to scream in tune with its game.
I thought home was where I heard your heartbeat.
But this house is empty, desolate, bittersweet.
Don't say another word you don't mean,
For the poor paint caught envy, it's turning green.
Even the plaster is curdling with shame
At the sight of your face in a picture frame.
This house, it was ours, thick with false flowers.
I've been tearing up perfumed petals for hours.
This place is perfect for a funeral bride,
And I can attest that 'us' has died.
Just point to where I sign,
And I write it on the line of Divine.
Hush up before I stay here with you.
I need to find some oxygen, my soul is blue.
I'm not interested in dial tone morse.
You're past due on your bill of remorse.
Say nothing, I'm getting over you.
It's time I call up
A Different MidnightI don't know.
Where did you found the beautiful moon and this, oh, so velvet sky?
Where is the sacred silence and the soothing wolf lullabies?
Where did you found the tranquility and magic?
Well... i know where to get some ...but I'm broke at the moment.
Fairy tales, all lies... insanity rules my eyes.
Floating through the smog
Past the reeking alleys, through the streets of this garbage oasis
Beware of the chameleons, they're always around, in the shadows
Creeping, haunting, stuck
Underneath your clothes
Unethical witches rise from the subways to scan and blind your eyes
Brainwash is an art, no one will hear your cries
„Excuse me miss, our sect is the best...” and her eyes melt in to abyss...
Rabies breathes on its own
So don't mind the dog sized rats or the shape shifting black cats...
Mind your business, there's more to embrace
As this hour comes, grown children unfold their wicked lives
We all own kitchen knives, revenge tastes like steel
Imagine all the people.......
Nothing MissingIf I said I missed you,
I'd be admitting that I breathed
On a time where seconds slipped free
When we were two halves wreathed.
But something can't be missed
If it never did exist.
That knife I will not twist
With my own remembering wrist.
There's nothing missing from my puzzle.
Those silent holes grow content
With the splatterart guzzle
I smear across the rent.
It's nice to live in a blindfold,
Carefully glued to be whole,
Listening to the tale I've told
Of well mannered dirt in a hole.
I leave no mossy stone turned,
For I need no compass to pave
The weary headstone of brave burned
On the chapped lips of your depraved grave.
Masque of the Black DreadMasque of the Black Dread
From Mask of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe
Far up yonder in the remotest reach
Of the vast sands of the Sahara
Where few if any men have ever walked
And nobody dared to dwell
There stood a castle of dark stone
Maybe obsidian or black quartz
And within the walls
The inhabitants, under the eye of the lord, Prince Faisal,
Partied throughout the night.
They raved and ranted for many nights
But neither came a soul to stop them,
Nor did anyone think to stop.
Then, one late night in October,
Maybe near All Hallows Eve,
He wore long gowns as black as the walls of the castle
And long flowing locks of dark brown hair
But most outstanding was his mask
A dark mask of somber features
Like no face seen anywhere in the world
Stranger still was that whoever looked upon this mask
Went finally, utterly mad
Faisal saw his guests descend
Into madness's depth
And demanded to know the identity of that mask
The guest spoke just one word
Jeff the KillerThere is a boy by the name of Jeff
Who likes to bring to others death.
His face is white like a snowy eve,
But no purity does his soul conceive.
His eyelids are missing for he burned them to black,
Black as his heart and his need to attack.
He'll forever smile with his carved in grin.
The only lifestyle he knows is sin.
His mind is frayed from insanity,
A concept that causes others to flee.
But he finds it beautiful and helps share his art
Of ripping his innocent victims apart.
He'll climb in your window in the dead of night.
There's no point in even trying to fight.
Hush now. No tears. Don't you dare make a peep.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
Okay poem written by nine year old meCreeps a lot
If you take a moment,
To listen very closely.
You would hear something,
Which you would regret.
Take three steps backwards,
On a one-step road.
See what the Crocodile's
Wish to tell you.
Why do you look so funny?
With a sword upon your head?
Like a crown of heros?
No, no...whisper why?
Who shall be the next to die?
Take three, take another.
Hold on tight for no other.
Hush and Shush,
Cease to speak.
There is a monster
In this sleep.
Silly old clown
Why must you smile and never frown?
Questions child, are no use,
Any one may see.
I may smile for a while,
But frown when you ask me.
Cut across a silly face,
Looking through the heart.
One more thing, go away.
If you wish to see.
Now the child asks no more,
His mind grown a-weary.
From the scary face of fright.
Leaves his bones a-teary.
These creepy crawlies in the halls,
Children peering through the walls,
Speaking in tongues of demons that sing
Creeps a lot, wither and
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