Fnaf Breaking Wheel Novels & Stories

Unknown pov 'Wakeup! You sleepy headd' Thea shouts loudly as she tries to strip Jessa's duvet off her. 'No go away. I want to have that ice cream, ugh gimme that ice cream.' Jessa whines like a child as Thea continuously tries to wake her up from her sleep. She is supposed to go to work today and it is already six o'clock in the morning but she is still in bed dreaming about ice creams. How childish huh?

"She matched it. Look at her trajectory." Using the gear’s own massive centrifugal force, Anna kicked her legs upward, tucking her knees to her chest before snapping them straight out, vaulting cleanly over the top axis of the rotating wheel. She didn't stay to ride it a second time; to do so would mean being crushed by the secondary intake housing. At the exact apex of the rotation, when the gear reached its maximum forward momentum, she released her grip.

He helped me up, promised to foot the bills but on the condition that I become his wife. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I curled my hair behind my ears, It was no use crying now. The deed had been done. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I dug my fingers into the back of my jeans. My jaws dropped when I saw the notification, it was a credit alert. Henry Ford had wired the payment he promised into my account. ‘Was this real?’ I wondered as I felt relief sneak into my heart, relaxing the tightness I had initially been feeling.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

"Coach Logan, I'm here for my driving lesson." Logan rolled the window down, his eyes fixed straight ahead. I lowered my head and immediately realized why. When I bent over, my skirt had ridden up, exposing a large patch of fair skin. I quickly covered myself with my hand. "You're Winnie, right? Get in. Daniel is my buddy. I'll make sure to teach you properly. I guarantee you'll pass in one go." After I sat in the passenger seat, he patted my thigh. "Watch carefully. Left foot presses here, right foot releases. When the car starts to shake, that's the friction point, the half-clutch. Come over and try it."

Not breaking. Waiting.

The stableboy holds up a wheel that is almost entirely intact—except the bottom few inches, which are sliced off so cleanly it looks like someone took a saw to them. “I’ve never seen a wheel break like that before,” the other one says wonderingly. “Neither have I.” There is no awe in my voice. Merely cold, furious certainty. The crash replays in my memory, as it has every time I stop paying attention for the last day. From a distance, I watch the horses spook at something. I still have no idea what, but with the woods lining the left side of the road, it wouldn’t have been hard to secret some accomplice away with a snake or other threat to release at just the right time.