How Tall Is Bonnie Fnaf

"I only dated you because I wanted to know how it feels being with a plus size"Tim had said to me, the night he took my innocence,5 year ago. "Tim what are you saying?"I had asked confused. This is the same man who confessed his love for me and entrapped my heart. "Do you think I will ever walk hand in hand with someone three times my size" He had replied bluntly. "You are not serious,are you?"I chuckled sadly , thinking maybe he was pulling my leg. He said nothing and left. But that is nothing compared to this day,it was supposed to be the best day of my life,as Nathan asked me the big question but since he don't know my size we both went to the jewelry store to get a ring. "If you ain't so far maybe the ring would've been your size"Nathan yelled out. I tried not to cry as everyone in the jewelry store fixed their eyes on me. "Sir,we have larger sizes to try"the jewelry store owner suggested. But the problem isn't the ring but me,he is done with me, and will dump me,any slightest chance. This is the fourth time yet I kept falling victim of this false love,now Mr Bruno?,who would've believed Mr Bruno,I maybe fat but not stupid. Beauty, a 24yrs old,a plus size ,low-esteem,timid and self-conscious lady, hated herself for her looks,found herself working in a fashion company,her dream job even though she doesn't fit into the beauty standard,she was the least rated worker. Bullied and bodyshamed even in her past toxic relationships, unintentionally stole the heart of Mr Bruno. Can Mr Bruno be really hers?,or is it another heartbreak story ?

Cent, short for Maleficent, recently found out that she is the daughter of the great demon Beelzebub when she got a pair of horns on her eighteenth birthday instead of a pair of skating shoes. She finally got her answer why she never once felt that she belonged, turns out, she is not entirely human. When her estranged dad came knocking to take her away from her wretched foster life, Cent grabs the opportunity to be with her only ‘living’ family. But, he is called the great demon for a reason. After disturbing her life, he drops her like a sack of potatoes in front of the gloomy gates of Transylvania Academy. She realized that before her great demon dad can accept her, she still needs to prove herself worthy. Does she have what it takes to carry the privilege as an only child of a great demon? Does she have what it takes to be a monster?

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry. I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind of short.” He actually laughed in anger, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.