Bonnie Fnaf Drawings Novels & Stories

She locked the door from inside and lay on her bed face down as she sobbed. After a while, She stood up and walked up to where she dropped her bag, taking the drawing book from her bag she sat on her bed and starting drawing vigorously as she Panted and cried like someone who is scared to death. She finished drawing as she threw the book to the floor and buried her face on her pillow and cried. It was a drawing of a van with someone inside. . Alex got home late that day, he got to the parlor and met Fay, his sister's babysitter, coming out from her room, holding hands with Bonnie who was giggling, probably enjoying the story Fay was telling her.

“You’re lucky you’re hot. I—“ “See? Look! Right there!” I gestured to Bonnie Nolan, who definitely was attempting to shoot death rays from her eyes. “She’s envisioning me dead. Incinerated. Vaporized. Whatever.” Jack put his arm snugly around my waist. “She’ll have to whatever both of us, then.” Bonnie’s expression did not soften as we neared. If anything, she looked angrier up close. “Hey, Aunt Bon.” Jack tossed her an easy grin.

Nicholas' POV "Daddy, look!" Bella ran up to me holding a drawing she had just finished. It was full of bright crayon colors and showed what looked like three figures: her, me, and a third person with long hair and something that looked like a star on her neck. "It's beautiful, sweetheart," I said, taking the paper to look more closely. "Who's this one?" "Gwen!" Bella answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I drew us watching Miraculous, remember?"

Bonnie continued, “My sister and Nathan, they were very close, and he missed her so much, so he wanted me to take her place.” “Are you insinuating that they had a physical relationship?” I questioned. She nods, “They did.” I suppress my laughter, my lips curving into a smirk. Bonnie was manipulative, a snake that concealed the venom on her tongue behind a sweet and innocent demeanour. Ma Cherie wouldn’t play victim like this; she wouldn’t be able to mask her true emotions. The disdain would harden her features, heat flourishing in those clear orbs while her body remained composed under the intensity.

They are always around her. The twins bend over the colouring papers littered at Brianna’s feet. “How is it going?” I point to Wyn’s drawing, she picks a crayon from the floor and hurriedly colours the sketch. Brianna loves to draw too. It’s one more thing they can bond over. “Let me see.” The sketch is horrible. A pencil drawing of stick images with big ears, bigger heads and tiny limbs. I am not sure what I am looking for but I muster the biggest smile.

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

I said as I hug him. Endo B & I broke the hug and looked at Creation switch off the living room lights. Then looked at the missing children, Charlotte, Creation & the Fallen endoskeletons “it’s a shame the FNIA Fallen & Ignited Animatronics and JoC Ignited Animatronics aren’t doing this challenge together with you and the Fallen, Creation” I said “it’s okay if they miss or forgot the challenge it’s their faults” said Endo C “Mouth” “you do have a point Endo C” I said then the Fallen, Creation, the missing children, Charlotte & I walk to kitchen. I looked at Creation made some cookies “you made cookies?” I asked Creation “not any cookies.” said Creation I looked at the cookies and they were s

About Logan’s steady eyes. I don’t write about betrayal tonight. I write about beginnings. I write about hope. A few nights later, there’s another knock. Missy again. This time, she holds up a drawing. It’s of three stick figures: one tall man, one curly-haired woman, and a little girl with a bunny. I crouch beside her. “Who’s this?” She grins. “It’s you. And me. And Daddy. I drew it at the table all by myself!”

"Unfortunately, even if I want to go, they don't need me." Bonnie snorted and seemed to be very disdainful. She opened the document and didn't even take a look. Instead, she drew a few lines on the signature area with her pen. She did all like this on three documents. With a snap, she closed them and tossed them to Suzanne. After Suzanne confirmed that Bonnie had signed her name, she let out a small sigh of relief. Very quickly, she stood up from the sofa and bowed slightly to Bonnie. Politely, she said, "Miss Golden, please spare some time for me."

Hunters are rare these days, but other shifter species now and again come along to kill wolves. Bonnie’s father couldn’t take the pain of losing his mate, so he killed himself in front of his small child. Bonnie was alone with the corpse for three days. Goddess, I can’t even imagine what that did to this little girls mind. It’s no wonder her development is delayed. I bathe Bonnie, then dress her in a blue summer dress with matching sandals on her feet. I then put pigtails in her hair and laugh when she does. Bonnie often laughs for no reason, and it always makes me happy to see her smile.