Charlie Fnaf Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

" It's not Sir either. Call just Noah nah." Charlie and Jay share a smile. To look back at the adorable boy. " Okay Noah. Just as you wish, now tell me. Why are you here and not getting ready?" "Uncle I wanted to ask.....why can't I see my favourite cake? Is it not here yet? My friends are coming in half an hour! " It's coming. It's on its way." " Umm okay. Can you tell me a secret then?" He asks. Whispering in his ears . As Charlie crouches down.

“Welcome, Guardian. And greetings to you, Solana, Guardian of the Wild Veil. It’s an honor.” Solana dipped her head in return, eyes glowing. Cheyenne shoved a notebook at Charlie, already filled with scribbled lines of the prophecy and half-baked theories. “Okay, wise old man, save us from ourselves. We’ve hit that point where Tora suggested using an Ouija board and I’m one sarcastic comment away from flipping the coffee table.” Charlie’s brow rose. “Did you really?” “It was a joke,” Tora muttered. “Kind of.”

"Then, would you like to see the other one I drew l?" "You drew another one?" Charlie eagerly nodded and flipped the page of his sketchpad. There was a drawing of a man standing beside a child. "This is mean uncle," he pointed at the larger figure. "And this," his finger moved over to the smaller one. "Is me." Bellatrix froze. Her eyes slowly rose to meet his. "Mean uncle?" Charlie's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "Yeah, he helped me at the airport, remember?" At the airport? Cillian?

Dean muttered from behind me. Something flashed in Charlie's eyes, making him grab me fastly yet gently from my place with my wrist. Dean greeted him with a nod, "Charlie." "Bean," Charlie muttered silently. Well, hello to you too! "We're outside the Underground Choco." Chocolate is Charlie's fighter name. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, get it? He crossed his arms, "It's Dean." "And I'm Vanchel." I butted in, pulling myself away from Charlie. "Vanch-"

“The cops would never believe you for one and for another, you really think that a couple of police officers would take down magical creatures from another world with weird powers?” “Then what do you suppose we do, O wise one?” Charlie replied sarcastically. “All I wanted was to check up on my best-friend in her ward but here I am caught up in this madness about creatures from another world and some douchebag called Cassius and let’s not forget the mind-blowing things that everyone seems to be pulling off.” “That’s enough boys!” shutting both Charlie and Gar up.

I go down to my knees and start collecting, Timothy crouching beside me. "Interesting painting," comes a deep voice. I look up slowly, following the voice to a suit, a hand, a sharp jawline, and my breath catches before I see his face. He's standing over me in a charcoal suit, his cufflinks catching the light, his eyes fixed on the paper in his hand. My heart stops. Charlie pressed that drawing into my bag before I left, crayon clouds and a stick figure with yellow hair he said was me. At the back, looking right at me, is his "A Gift For My Mommy" written in his wobbly five-year-old handwriting.

A boy named Frankie came running towards him with his wet face out of crying and hugged his leg. "Frankie? What happened?" He worriedly asked the boy and return the hug. "Charlie took my food, Lukan. He's so bad." Frankie cried and sobbed. And as if on cue, Charlie stepped in the cafeteria while still munching the brownies he guesses that he took from Frankie. Charlie's with his stupid idiots hanging around him like some kind of fat boys gang who are ready to push everyone away from thei wah by their big bellies.

“What do you want?” “You’re welcome, by the way,” Charlie drawled. “And I don’t want anything, except a return to equilibrium in the neighborhood. Oh, and Sam Kimball’s head on some kind of spike, or possibly mounted on a plaque. I used to do some taxidermy in my younger —” “Oh my fucking gods, shut up,” I choked, bile rushing up at the image of pretty little fucking evil Charlie humming a tune as he cheerfully stuffed Kimball’s skull with cotton balls. “No more. Please.”

Defeated, Marjorie had no choice but to accept the notebook. She did not want Charlie to spend money on her when she knew she could buy her own food and she was already in debt with him for saving her so many times from the bullies. Charlie was about to say something when he felt his Alpha’s presence. ‘Oh no…’ “He’s here…” He mumbled and Marjorie heard him. “Who’s here?” Marjorie questioned and Charlie gave her a smug smile. “Nature is here, ugh I can’t believe it came at the wrong time. I need to go to the bathroom.” Charlie immediately stood up and left.

~a couple hours later~ Charlie's POV: I roll over onto my side and into Gunnar's chest. Looking up at him he's peacefully sleeping next to me. I guess we were more tired than we thought. I slide out of bed quietly and make my way into the bathroom to relieve myself. After doing my business and washing my hands, I walk back into room noticing Gunnar is now awake messing around with his phone. "Hey babe. Whatcha doing?" I ask him as I slide back in bed next to him "I'm creating a group chat that includes everyone including your brother and cousins plus their significant others." he tells me as he starts typing a message for this very large group chat. After several minutes he's finished typing