Novel & Cerita Bonnie Fnaf Drawings

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

“Anyways. I’m here, you here. You can show me what I want to see now.” Tiffany pulled out her black book. It looked more of a diary. She opened it and that was when I noticed it was a drawing book. She turned to her most recent drawing and showed me something she drew. Her drawing had some colors on it and it looked so realistic. It was half of a black wolf’s face paired with half of a girl’s face. But not just any girl. The girl in Tiffany’s drawing had orange pin-straight hair. Me. There was a moon dust pendant going around the wolf’s neck and around the girl’s neck as well, allowing the stone to lie between the two. Behind them was a huge bright moon. The picture looked so beautiful and a

“Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.” The voices laughed—soft, excited, a little wicked. Good girl. Bonnie closed the laptop. Stood up. Dropped the towel on the floor. Walked to the bedroom naked, glow trailing between her thighs like a secret only she could see. And deep inside, that spark settled deeper, humming happily, already planning round two.

“I’m really sorry she said that.” Bonnie glanced at me, assessing. “You didn’t, though.” “No,” I said. “I didn’t. And I wouldn’t.” She didn’t respond, but her shoulders relaxed by a fraction. We walked a little farther, sat on the grass. Bonnie pulled a folded piece of paper from her backpack and hesitated before unfolding it. A drawing, two girls on a carousel, one with lighter hair, one darker. An adult figure stood nearby, watching. “That’s from the amusement park,” I said gently.

She giggled as she gave him a light pat on the shoulder " Ooh, where are my manners, come on in." She added as she opened the door and Marcelo allowed himself and the kids in. The whole time, the little bun's eyes were trained on Bonnie, it seemed like he had noticed the similarities between her and her daughter and Bonnie was impressed at his brilliance, just as Ana had said he wasn't your average baby. Bending down she asked the little bun " You must be my daughter's little bun Phineas, I'm her mother and my name is Bonnie." Immediately Bonnie was done with introducing herself, the little bun stretched out his two little arms to be picked.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

She sees Zane's drawing and bursts into laughter. The wonderful and loving husband drew Naevia as a very slim woman with a beautiful bump on her stomach. Holding guns and shooting at fat women that looked like monsters. The drawing wasn't that perfect, but Naevia loved it. Zane gave it to her and she held it close. The artist wanted to return Zane's money, but Zane told him to take it. Zane takes Naevia back home, where she shows Kelvin and tells him that Zane drew it for her.

They reached Bonnie's house and roamed inside while Conrad was collecting the camera that he installed in Bonnie's room and the living room. Johanna rummaged on Bonnie's things and where girls would hide their things. She went to Bonnie's room and pulled the pillows and searched under. She stopped and found a notebook. She lifted it to him. "Good, good. We'll leave now." He mumbled. She put it in her backpack and checked other things. There's a photo of Bonnie and Louise together. My first best friend.

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.

Bonnie's already cracked canthus and gnashing her teeth. "Done? Can you die after that?" Madman looked up and smiled. "Sorry, I'm afraid not." After she says this, he suddenly throws something at her. Bonnie sees a flash of light and shoots it with her gun. She never expected that it was two pairs of gloves tied up with two beakers inside, making a boomerang. Ignoring the pain in her hand, Bonnie tries to pick it up, but Madman is ready to pick it up faster than she can, twisting her back to the ground.