5 Nights At Freddy's Game の小説・ストーリー

Wow, he was really attractive. "Oh, we're playing in the southern territory," Frederick said casually. "Seems like that's where you're from. Sounds like it would be a blast, don’t you think?" His easygoing tone did little to mask the excitement of the upcoming game. I coughed to clear my throat, feeling a nervous tremor in my knees. My buddies were coming over tomorrow evening, and the anticipation was making me jittery. I glanced over at Hugo, who was having a blast playing tug-of-war with a massive dog and a rope toy. The dog, a sleek black Staffie, growled and snarled in excitement.

“How did you know it was me?” Freddie whined. I giggled as Freddie shot me a dirty look and pulled out my iPod. “Lucia, seeing as its Friday……” Richard said, trailing off. I groaned, knowing instantly what this was about. His weekly tradition. “No! No parties! Come on, Richard, seriously? Does it have to be at our house every week? There isn’t even a game tonight! It’s supposed to be an after game party.

The games weren't even supposed to start until 10 pm. As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the "roll" button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.

That was enough. After a minute, Freddie reached into his jacket and pulled out a flash drive. He tossed it to me. “That’s why we couldn’t make your game.” Then he handed me a paper, the team's fixture list. “Why are you giving me this?” I asked, a little confused. “We had a game last night?” Freddie said. I unfolded the paper, scanning the dates. My brows knit. “You weren’t supposed to have a game yesterday.” “Yeah. Winston College challenged us. We lost.”

CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST KISS Friday game night was a sacred ritual. Kids were at the sitter's, phones were silenced, and by eight o'clock, the first bottle of wine was open and the familiar, comfortable chaos had settled in. For three years, it had been this way: Helena, Dane, Cady, and Aiden. A perfect square of friendship. Tonight, they were sprawled around the living room, the debris of a pizza box and a discarded game of Cards Against Humanity between them.

Another claw ripped off its head from the body and threw them both into the hot coals. It snarled and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty. After staring at her for long minutes, it turned and walked back into the darkness on all fours. *** Freddie threw the blunt of his cigarette into the ash tray beside him. He had already smoked three sticks and was on to the fourth one. He was beyond frustrated. The past three days felt like hell for him on his own ship. He had lost five million dollars because of a stupid fight. A very stupid fight. That anger almost made him throw those two men overboard too. But he needed them. He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more.

she turned again and pointed to the house, ensuring I took note, and I did. It was a lovely two-story home on the opposite side of me. "Oh, and on Friday nights, we have game nights, so anytime you're up for it, just come over. We would be delighted to have you..." We all turned to the sound of tires rolling up. I don't have any plans for Friday night, so why not? I thought about it and said, "Of course, I would love that, and I can come this Friday if you have me." "Nonsense,' she waved a hand. "Of course, we would, it starts at eight pm. OK, now, we are heading out. We will let you get back to it. Nice meeting you, Aubrianne, and see you Friday."

Those calls made the distance bearable. ******************************************* A month later, I found myself sitting on Frederick's couch, a beer in hand, Vincent across from me, and the game playing in the background. It was supposed to be a simple "men's night," though I was starting to suspect it was more of a "married men escaping responsibilities" club. "Remind me again why we're watching a rerun of a match from last week?" I asked, leaning back. "Because," Frederick said, "it's not about the game. It's about peace."

Krystal wouldn't be aware of it anyway after all I'm not committed to her. "Hey, Nick, sort out some bitches. I want to play," I phoned Nick as I left the house. I need to fuck some bitches.

Now that I had confronted her and reminded everyone of her vile act, Whitney could no longer hold her head up in public. As she walked past me, she huffed, "I'll be honest with you, Ingrid. I want Samuel, and I will have him." I shrugged nonchalantly and quipped, "Do as you please." The banquet drew to an end without any other issues. After I finalized the partnership with Melvin, Neil helped me see him out. I was planning to book a room on the top floor to get some rest when a waiter approached me with a small card. "A gentleman requests your presence, Ms. Sutherland."