Fnaf Breaking Wheel の小説・ストーリー

he scoffed before walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What have I done? Jacks gonna die because of something I did. Because of the fact that I chose the be stubborn he's gonna pay the price. Jack's P.O.V We arrive at the warehouse and I park 2 blocks down. Just so that they won't know that we were here. I start grabbing all the gear I need in order to save my babygirl. I grab my pistols, MP 5k, G11 and pocket knifes. I look over at Nate and see him holding an AK 47 and I nearly choke.

Sam shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling slightly uncomfortable, giving a quick look around, and not seeing David anywhere. “Well Sam, come more people are waiting to meet you,” Frannie told her dragging her off deeper into the house where two men sat arguing with each other. One Sam assumed was David’s father and the other his older brother. “Oh break it up you two,” the older woman told them and they glared at each other before turning towards Frannie and Sam. “Nathaniel this is Sam,” she told him.

"Am sure Nina didn't mean all that" "She's right, Nina and Jim dated for years and after Jim broke up with her Nina changed completely" Tobi picked on his fingers gently, I rested my hand on his assuredly. He clears his throat then continued "Nina started clubbing, doing drugs and sometimes shoplift. News got out and Nina was to be sent to jail" "Does Nina know about this?" I'm sure if she did she wouldn't blame Tobi but herself. "No, it would break her if she does. Simmons father helped shut the media, police and other investigators, dad couldn't reject their offer"

The red light on the terminal turned a solid, bright green. The magnetic lock inside the floor wheel snapped open. "Now!" Martha yelled. "Turn it!" Martha grabbed the top spokes. I lunged forward, locking both of my hands onto the bottom rim of the iron wheel, my raw fingers slipping on the old grease. Clara threw her weight into the side, her small palms pressing against the steel bar next to my shoulder. We pushed. The wheel didn't move. It was frozen by fifty years of mountain rust and lime scale. Outside, the winch cable went completely tight. The steel wire let out a high, singing whine as the truck on the high road started to pull. The deadbolt inside our door frame began to groan, the

Penny nodded. And then she raised her eye-brows. "Did you know…that if a little girl has broken her arm…when the doctors and nurses fix it, she can choose a pink cast to wear for weeks and weeks?" Then Penny shook her head. "But I guess you might choose a green one." "Nooo…I want pink…" Penny put her thoughtful face on. "Hmm… but you’d have to get out of the car and come to where they make the pink casts."

“I’m not breaking an ankle just to impress you.” “Fair enough,” he says, leaning against the merry-go-round, his hands gripping the faded, chipped metal. He gives it a shove, the rusty bars groaning in protest as the wheel creaks into motion. “What about this bad boy? Still got it in you for a spin?”

Running around to the back of my apartment where I’d chained my scooter to a pole, I unchained it and tried wheeling it out—only to find out I had a flat tire. I muttered a string of curses. “Of all days!” I whined. Without an alternative, I had to walk all the way to the train station in my high heels. By the time I boarded the train—which was late by ten minutes—my feet were sore. Fifteen minutes later, I got off the train. I walked the curb for some time. The Carrington Empire skyscraper swung into view on the horizon. I checked my wristwatch. 8:45 a.m.

Kehlani “Actually, I…I just wanted to say that, well. Kehlani and I have decided to break up.” He said the words causal. Too casual. Dropped it like a bomb. My heart starts beating faster than it was. His parents and my Dad, they all froze mid-air with their spoons. I looked at him, biting my lips in pain. I was angry at the whole situation. I held back the tears first. The fork dropped from my hold, my whole body was quivering like I was on fire.

My hands moved with practiced ease, pressing out the stiffness I could feel under his shirt, coaxing his body into a slower rhythm. “I don’t know…” Laney replied, his voice softer now, almost dissolving into the quiet as I kept working. “Maybe some rich, foolish billionaire who has no idea how to spend his money, so he decides to throw it at us instead.” A faint, humorless laugh slipped out of him. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Honestly,” he added after a beat, “it makes no sense. Someone coming to invest in us with no expectation of profit…” His words trailed off, leaving the room heavier than before.

We rode in silence for the first mile. I would like to think we both wanted to avoid the elephant in the car. That thin piece of paper in his lap that had the ability to weigh me down. I could tell from the eagerness in his voice that he was far from wanting to avoid the subject. “I bring a thirty thousand dollar bike to a shop for a two hundred dollar tune up and now I’m out seven thousand dollars.” I almost chock on the last bit of coffee I just swallowed. “Seven… thousand… dollars?” I asked while trying to keep my breakfast down.