Cringe Fnaf Novels & Stories

"Why are we in a forest, Rain? This place is creepy! Argh! What is that?! Is that a frog?! Oh my God! I swear if that disgusting thing will come closer to me, that thing is dead! I swear! Ahh! Get it off me! Get it off me!" Greka shrieked. "Would you just shut your mouth Greka?! And that's just an adorable frog, that thing can't harm you jeez," I rolled my eyes at her.

I assumed it was just an old wives' tale until I experienced it myself. I unbutton the three buttons on my shirt and choose to go barefoot. It's my birthday, and I'm at home. I have the right to dress less stuffy than usual. I walk down the stairs and grit my teeth as I hear the loud music playing outside. I let out a sigh. From a distance, I can see my cousins making drug rails on the large glass tables placed all around the outdoor pool. I have to shake my fists at the sight of women kneeling between the legs of other male family members, banging away as they receive a blow job.

A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.

"A-All I did was jump on the bandwagon and wrote, 'The teachers are unprofessional.' I have to pay 500 thousand now?" "Same! All I ever said was the food was bad…" Layla's face turned ghostly pale. She had been so careful, only using an anonymous account to like posts, occasionally leaving comments like "All capitalists are the same", yet she had still been caught. After the initial shock, fury finally hit Keira. She stood up, pointing toward the conference room door, and screamed hysterically, "You vile, insane woman! How dare you actually sue us!" At 9:00 am sharp, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Looks like everyone has received the email."

Kris asked. Abby rose and smiled at the nickname Kris had bestowed on her on the farm, all those years ago. She never liked the nickname, but Kris had tagged her with it when a huge cricket had jumped down the back of her neck, causing her to shriek uncontrollably while doing the highland fling. Needless to say, the name stuck, just like her absurd fear of crickets and grasshoppers. Orthopterophobia. She could deal with snakes and spiders. Just not crickets or anything that looked remotely crunchy or spiky. Abby shuddered.

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

“Let’s move to the back. “ I whisper to Alex and he hums, silently following as I lead the way. We take our seats at the far back and I drop the popcorn between us as my eyes move to the screen. “We missed a few minutes, but I bet it’d still be fun. “ I smile as I dip my hand in the popcorn to grab a chunk of it. No more than ten minutes into the movie and the popcorn is scattered around, almost empty in the paper with some on me and Alex. “Why did you choose this one, knowing you can’t handle scary movies?” Alex chuckles as I pull him towards me. “I didn’t know it’d be this scary. “ I murmur, peeking through my fingers and he shakes his head. I watch as the woman goes further into the fores

“People who shit themselves in a high-school house party with fifty guests because a jumpscare came on.” My jaw dropped. “No.” “Huh-uh.” He gazed around, searching. “Please tell me you have potties ready for me.” I couldn’t help the disgusting snorty laughter that spilled out of me, ringing through the room. Shane joined in with a brief chuckle but he didn’t go red with shame or blush at all. It was genuinely funny to him. He faked a frown. “That’s exactly how my crush sounded then. Don’t trigger my PTSD, Seraphina.”

"Look at you, Melissa Bolton. You're so pathetic. "The results you'd always been so proud of are now gone, and your dreams are crushed. See the banquet Mom threw for me today to celebrate my acceptance into Dale University? I bet she literally used up all of her 401K to pay for it. But you have nothing! "So what if you were better than me at studying? See where I am now? I'm a powerful online influencer earning tens of thousands of dollars a month! I'm financially independent now! "You know what? Maybe you'll even end up working for me someday. Just look at your pathetic self in the mirror. What do you even have left for yourself?"

For them, if you aren't hitting it with anyone, then you're a loser. "I'm not a virgin," I fib. They all laugh, not believing. "Don't worry, you can't get pregnant by kissing a boy." Amber jeer. I take a deep breath and exhale. "I accept your dare, Amber Frost," I say, attempting to be brave, but my feet shaking exposes me to being afraid. "Then do my dare now." Amber's arms fold and her face is sober. I find myself swerving around. What was I doing? My heart thuds while striding from the gymnasium. Amber and his two team members clack against the floor, trailing behind me to ensure I'd done the dare.