Bunny Fnaf Novels & Stories

"You won't see me until you need me." "You weren't much help when you were actually needed." I snapped, looking back at Sienna. The air filled with her soft laughter as she rode, stumbling and falling. A smile kicked on my face. At least, she never let go of any chance to be happy. The corners of my lips kicked up as I spotted white bunnies in the distance. I put the cup down and rushed towards them. They were happily munching on carrots. I slowed my pace, reaching near them. They were dressed in cut little sweaters, looking adorable. I guessed the ones with pink were the females. "Hello!" I spoke softly, flashing my broad smile.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

His red eyes flashed with malice as he tucked his hands into his lab coat pocket. “Oh, come off it, Darian, there’s no reason to be so hostile towards this adorable bunny.” A woman said, smacking his arm lightly, then she turned to me, “Hello Lilliana, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Bonnie, and this here is Dorian.” Then she pointed to the remaining three other people who found me exciting enough not to return to their jobs, “That’s Coral, Lyon, and Mace.” My head tilted in question at that last name. My confusion must have been written on my face because the guy, Mace, laughed at me.

He went into the study, showered, then changed into a clean set of clothes. He was fuming. That brat was stupid and unreasonable! Grayson had just returned to his room when his phone rang. He answered the call in annoyance. "Speak!" "Mr. Page, Angry Bunny has appeared!" "Who?" "The person we've been looking for, Mr. Bunny." Grayson's expression instantly changed. But after staying silent for a moment, he asked, "Isn't he a guy?" "Yes." "Then why is he called Angry Bunny?" The person was stunned for a moment. "Well, I don't know. That's his nickname on WhatsApp."

She never did change. She placed one of the bunnies in his arms and cotton candy in his hand then she began walking to the Ferris wheel. Shawn looked at the bunny in his arm as he followed her. It was green in color. Smiling, he increased his steps and ate off the cotton candy. A sweet sensation rushed through him and as much as he tried to convince himself that it was the candy's doing, he knew that what gladdened him was the fact that Jade never forgot his favorite color.

he says, concern filling his eyes. “Yeah, cement apparently,” I say, holding up my injured hand. My mum comes and sits down next to me, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me close. I cuddle up to her, resting my head on her shoulder, taking comfort in her embrace and her scent. She smells like daffodils and warm coconut. There’s nothing more soothing than the scent of your parents, well, your animai's would be more soothing, but I don’t have one of those yet. You can’t find your animai until you turn eighteen, and I’ve still got three months to go, but even then it could be years before I find him.

He placed his hand against its furry cheek and gave it a few gentle strokes, the fluffy tail flopping wildly from side to side. He giggled, his tear-stained eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "I am supposed to kill you and eat you," He muttered to the Bunny and sniffed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll live a life better than mine. A real one, and I will be your Daddy!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, feeling very brave and confident with his idea. "From here on, we only have each other. I will always listen to you, and play with you, and you will do the same for me!" He said, kissing the bunny on the nose. The bunny clucked softly. "My name is Caleb," He told the bunny, rubbing his hands toge

---------------- ----------- The next night . . . ---------------- ----------- Bunny, as it turned out, could talk for at least an hour without stopping. She was the verbal equivalent of the world's longest run-on sentence, but Shamira did not seem to mind anymore. The girl was just too damn happy to stay annoyed with. And she was certainly easy on the eyes, sitting in the passenger side of the van in tight-white denim shorts that barely covered her ass, a tied-off pink-and-white checkered shirt, and her wheat-blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She enjoyed flirting with passing truckers, and watching her lean out the window to talk to or yell at other motorists made Shamira grin.

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.