Fnaf At Chuck E Cheese Novels & Stories

I added the last part so there would be no more mistaking what I was talking about. Chad stared at me for a long time, he looked me up and down, then turned away quickly, but not before I noticed the shiner he had on his eye. “I’ll order the chicken wing platter with fries and I’ll have a cola to drink.” I wrote it down then looked up to catch him staring at me again. “ What sauce? We have ranch, blue cheese, buffalow sauce, any of those?” He dropped his gaze downward again. “ Um, I’ll have ranch on the side I guess.” I finished writing it down and turned to Nate, who was sharing a look with Xander. Did Xander do that to Chad?

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She explained. Chelsea and her father exchanged glances. "Really? This carnival thing...how is it like? What happens?" Chelsea questioned. "It's a way of advertising our products and we've gotten lots of sales. People come here, have picnics, do face paints, finger paints and different things with paints. My sister is over there, she sells marshmallows for the kids. I'd say it's more childlike though, just a few adults actively participate in it." She explained and Chelsea nodded.

"What do you think I should get?" Shell smiled and pointed to what looks like a list of choices made for kids. "The Chicken McNuggets. It's really good." she said with glee. "Plus, it comes with a toy!" she squealed at the end. I looked at the display of little barbie doll figures and toy race cars then shook my head. I pointed to myself and said "I'm a grown man. Men like me do not play with those." The cashier chuckled. "There's the twenty piece Chicken McNugget combo. It comes with fries, a drink, and no toys."

I intervened their conversation, "Did I miss anything?" "Nothing, we're just talking about business," Ian replied. I pinched Ian and Clark's cheeks using both my hands and teased, "Look at you two all grown up. Now let's do some stuff that kids do!" "Like what?" they both asked. "We're in a carnival, dimwits! We can sit on the overrated Ferris wheel or take the underrated plastic pony ride. We can eat candy floss or tasty kebabs---" "We got the idea, George. But where to start from?"

"Yo brother! You have fun? What'd you do? I see and smell a feast! We haven't chowed down in half a day, haha. I'm so hungry!" "Ahahahaha! Slow it down, man. Let's start with our selection! We have quite the spread. Buffalo chicken pizza, a couple meatball subs, a family sized Chicky and Petes fries and cheese sauce, and a funnel cake for after. We must celebrate with this feast, for it is the start of the boardwalk food harvest season! 'Winter is comin' and we must prepare!'" Dillon said in his best English peasant farmer accent. "Holy fuck dude, I owe you bigtime! I'm witherin' away to nothin' here!" Tony said dramatically as he grabbed a couple plastic plates from the cabinet for them.

The music is important for the commotion, it's mixed with laughter and various discussions, but I think it's a bit strange that the melody is one from the eighties. There are tables for famiAmys to sink to coAngel or just talk; there are slowdowns for sausages, burgers, and banners, plus there's one for popcorn, yet another for frozen yogurt and cotton candy. In every position there are individuals lining up to get a piece of those things. For the children's amusement, they have had a merry go around and some arcade machines, plus there is a young woman offering inflatables that look like creatures and another doing witchcraft stunts, currently planning to remove a hare from her supernatural

"With a nice pile of chips?" Anna laughed in spite of herself. "You mean fries? Of course. What's a burger without fries?" Angus put down his menu and nodded with a grin. "Chips, fries, it's all the same. Golden-fried goodness." "And a very large beer," Anna added, waving to a server. Notepad in hand, the tall young man approached the table. "Hello! Welcome to Charley's. I'm Dustin. What can I get you to start off?"

The bunny girl standing next to Charlie kept playing with her hair flirtatiously and spoke to Charlie in a breathy simper, “Sir, here’s your two million Canadian dollars’ worth of chips. Please check.” Charlie waved his hand, indifferent. “Isn’t it 1.98 million Canadian dollars? What’s there to check?” The bunny girl panicked, wondering if she had committed a mistake. “Sir, please don’t misunderstand. There’s two million Canadian dollars’ worth of chips here, and not 1.98 million Canadian dollars… If you’re not sure, you can check it for yourself!” Charlie smiled, picked up two ten-thousand-dollar chips, and threw them at the bunny girl with an indifferent smile. “Look. Isn’t it 1.98 million

gesture. Chloe smiled, smoothing his ruffled black hair. She reached over, rolled down her window, and looked Serena dead in the eye. "What are the stakes?" Serena blinked, momentarily stunned that Chloe had finally bitten. "The loser pays for fried chicken, milk tea, and crawfish for everyone currently at the track!" Crawfish and beer are the traditional racer's feast, but since they were driving, milk tea was the substitute. Chloe brought the car to a slow, deliberate crawl. Serena followed suit, pulling her car to a stop beside her. "What’s the matter? Scared of the bill?"