Fnaf Cringe Novels & Stories

"Marriage? Okay, but the line's long. Hmm... about 18 hot young guys ahead of you." Their complexions shifted from pale to ashen, and finally to a lifeless gray. They had expected me to soften, forgive, and get reunited with them. Instead, I priced their so-called affection like merchandise. It was mortifying, but they didn't dare protest, terrified that I'd vanish once more. "I'll pay! Right away!" Frederick reacted first, fumbling with his phone. "$100 million, a billion, whatever. Just stay." "Me too!" Samuel and Theodore scrambled to follow suit, initiating their transfers.

Something was rotten in the state of Denmark, and it was more than the fish between these hoochies' legs. My hands went up in animation. It happened every time I got riled up. I couldn't help it-I was a hand talker. "What the hell is going on?" All seven of the heifers gave me innocent glances as if they had no clue what I referred to. "Don't play coy with me. What's with the compliments?" I glared at Ronnie who had stopped bitching at Trish long enough to respond. "You're paranoid, Gizzy. You just look hot tonight."

A woman was obsessed with me. For some fucked up reason, that realization didn’t make me feel safer. It made everything feel ten times more intense. Another message popped up immediately: Unknown: I’ve watched every single one of your streams, I couldn’t get enough! I know exactly how you touch yourself when you think no one’s really paying attention. I know what you sound like when you actually cum… not the fake moans you give your fans. I was breathing so hard the room started spinning. Then came the final text:

"What do you mean, I am ambitious?" Miriam let out a laugh. “Isn't that true? You thought Papa would leave me the restaurant and inn in Batangas so you agreed to let us get married, didn't you? That's why you were angry when you found out that it went to my brother and mine was the coffee farm? But when you think about it, isn't there more money on the farm?” she teased the man. "Are you saying that I am greedy?"

Could Fane really just have too much money, or did Fane haad other goals in mind? After thinking about it over and over, he still could not understand what Fane was aiming for. There was no way Fane could get a good result. Instead, Fane was about to offer up a million spirit crystals for free. Nash took a deep breath before he whispered to Fane, "Are you actually crazy? Do you really just have nowhere to spend a million spirit crystals? If you don't, you can just give them to me!" Fane raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Nash, not answering Nash. He had planned on raising the bet to two million spirit crystals but felt like it might cause trouble if he did so.

Chapter 3: Twelve Years Ago The bass from the cheap speakers vibrated through the crowded basement. Twelve years ago, nineteen years old Noah had felt completely out of place. He was skinny, shy, with messy dark curls falling into his eyes and glasses constantly sliding down his nose. He held onto his red plastic cup tightly, wishing he could just blend into the wall. He never liked parties. They were too loud, with too many people and was too easy to get picked on. “Hey, four-eyes! You gonna drink that or just stand there like a fucking loser?”

The crowd chanted. “50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed. “50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles. Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.

” Drake ~”I think it looks nice boss. Jackson ~”Nobody asked you what you think.” Anthony ~”I think it looks hot boss.” Jackson ~”What the fuck is hot about pink?” Drake ~”They look like nuns.” Jackson ~”Would you fuck a nun?” Anthony ~”Yes I would.” Jackson ~”You fucking sick.” Kayley ~”Stop bitching. We late and we are not changing.” Jackson ~”But baby.” Kayley ~”No baby buts. We are not changing.”

It's wonderful to laugh every once in a while. "I'm really hungry and don't know where the cafeteria is," Cristine pouted childishly as she rubbed her tummy. Cristine still has moments when she acts like a child. Hannah hugs Cristine unexpectedly, surprising her, and she responds with a backtap. Did Cristine think Hannah would fall in love with her? Cristine is a certified narcissist who believes that she will make everyone fall in love with her. Hannah sniffed gratefully and murmured, "Thank you so much, Cristine." Did she shed a tear? It was a bit of an exaggeration, but you can't blame everyone for being affected. You aren't them.

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.