Five Night At Freddy Night Shift 소설 & 이야기

-POV Derby The take-out cartons from the Thai place on 45th Street were scattered across the low glass coffee table, alongside three different printouts of the revised shipping manifests. It was almost ten at night. The cleaning crew down the hall had already finished their pass on the executive wing, leaving the forty-second floor in that deep, absolute quiet that usually signaled it was time to leave. Instead, I was sitting on the edge of the plush leather sofa, my legs tucked under me, laughing so hard my chest actually ached.

And he wasn’t very confident about carrying out a task that felt so thankless. The whiskey began to affect his senses, and he felt dizzy. He decided to go to bed and soon managed to drag himself there. Meanwhile, a brunette woman was furious, typing very angry messages and throwing a tantrum in her luxurious pink room. Amanda was screaming into her pillow, mentally cursing her stupid boyfriend. Where was Roberth? He wasn’t answering the phone or responding on the messaging app. This was testing her patience.

It dripped steadily, marking time in a way I couldn’t. The noise had died down after the last of the drunks were dragged in. That must have been sometime after closing hours—just enough time for someone to fall asleep on a night bus, argue with a taxi driver, and end up here. I could still hear one of them from earlier, kicking his door and shouting hoarsely, “I didn’t fucking touch him.”

He had enough ghosts of his own. It happens on the fifth night. The neon sign was buzzing outside the shop as the last customer left. The car wash shut down. Jaylen locked the front doors, Marco mopped the tile and Rico was still shirtless in the wash bay, scrubbing oil stains from the cement floor. The security camera above him were blinking red. Upstairs, The Boss lit a cigarette and watched him on the screen. Smoke curled from his lips as he took in the image: Rico bent over, his muscles taut and his sweats were dripping down his spine.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

He muttered my name, not Jella’s. I think I’m going crazy because of the situation I am in. Fuck this. Sleeping with your best friend is really not okay, especially if you aren’t a couple. Damn, does he know? I mean, he was drunk, right? I couldn’t sleep last night even though my body feels tired already! I was sleepy but my mind was awake for 20-fucking-4 hours!

It was 2AM at the time and time just seemed to be passing by so quickly. In just a few moments, Mario and I were going to get into our cars and head down to Vice Springs, the beach were Jeff had reported Andrea. It also came to my attention that at least half of the Miami Vice Police Department were already at home, because of the fact there were preparations for a festival in Downtown Miami Vice for the police. A supposed holiday, and Andrea got stuck with one of the few late night shifts where there were only a few cops around. With my mind still on the events ahead of me, I never heard Mario speak with Diaz about why we were pulling the job tonight.

She said good night before she left. Her back is facing me as she went to her apartment. Seconds later I drove of the car on my way to my penthouse. I reached the penthouse, removed my clothes and get inside the bathroom to take a shower. The splashing sound of the shower to my body is so relaxing. My mind brought me back to Katrina. She occupied my thoughts. After awhile I got out of the bathroom I changed to my boxer shorts and leave my upper body without shirt on. I'm sleeping half naked.

"Landon, I'm sorry. I have to take care of something. Wait for me here tomorrow night, I have a surprise for you." After she left, I was left alone with the lingering sensation of her touch. I was so close... But there was always tomorrow. I was hardly immune to her teasing. My thoughts were consumed by her, and I could hardly contain my anticipation for tomorrow night. As I stepped out of the break room, I saw Dr. Vincent McCartney. I was taken aback. Why was he working the night shift? His name wasn't on the schedule. "Dr. McCartney?" He smiled at me. "Dr. Weasley, working the night shift's tough, huh?"

Freddie said as he looks at Adrian face with his sly looks . " Can we change the troop ." Suddenly it occurred to Adrian what Freddie had said just now is absolutely right . " No , master . The troop had given the orders and another troops had gone for jungle patrolling . " Hermmmm...... it's a bit hard to explain . Jason.. " What a stupid man." Adrian coldly said . " What to do , Jason had rejected her five times . Love is something you can't force , right? " Wang said again . "Anyway ...... tomorrow night I will add shows the latest films on the screen at the stage from at seven . For tomorrow night they can only sit on the ground ." Freddie added .