Fnaf Balloon Freddy Novels & Stories

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

I lifted Dante onto my shoulders, making him laugh in excitement. "Make sure you don’t hit his head…" Darien remarked with a smirk. I gave him a cold glare. I'm not fucking stupid… ----- Half an hour later, we were sat inside McDonald's, because this little fucker wanted to go inside so he could get a fucking balloon. I don’t get it, I even said I’d buy him ten fucking balloons. Helium ones or whatever shit, but no, he wanted this specific balloon… I raised my eyebrow, looking at him clutching the stick that the balloon was attached to. What the fuck was so good about it? It was simple as fuck with some drawings on it.

Freda's POV I stood there, popping each balloon with a mischievous grin on my face. I could feel Hardin's gaze on me, intense and filled with desire. It was as if he was undressing me with his eyes, and I couldn't help but revel in the attention. The room was filled with balloons of all colors, a whimsical display that added an air of playfulness to the atmosphere. Hardin had surprised me with this day out, and I was determined to make it unforgettable for him. Tonight, I wanted to give him the best night of his life.

Efron still claps his hands at the men as he invited them to get faster. Anthony sighed hard at Efron. “Why don’t you help me carry--- shit! Hey, motherfucking Cleo! Come back here you--- what the fuck it kept slipping in my hands!” The words that can only be heard from Anthony were his curses only, with the amount of balloon he was holding he could not hold it properly and they got released and flew upwards every second. “Shut up and let me help you.” Zariyah angrily took the other balloon from her husband’s hand.

NAME: Frederick Fulbright AGE: 15 HEALTH POINTS: 750 RACE: Zandorian (100%) BLOODLINE: Gale Emperor (Incomplete) BLOODLINE RANK: Rank 9 LEVEL: Mortal Stage 8 (Level 28.29) POWER LEVEL: 80,750 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder SPECIALTY: Speed and Intelligence GLOWS: Gale Kick BREATH: Master Artificer “I have a breath?” Frederick asked, amazed by what he was seeing. “Yep” Mane nodded. It was something Mane had realized some time back, but he hadn’t put much emphasis on it until a recent conversation with his disciple – Aegeus.