Fnaf Deaths Novels & Stories

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

THE BARON WATCHED the news reviewing the death of one Abiram Alana; and he was not pleased in any instance. Yes, he didn’t care about the deceased, personally…he doesn’t really care about most people; but the one suffering most, other than the rotting bodies of the two, was his reputation revered at the aggrandized podium. When the rulers of the underground find out about these seemingly casual murders of people under his umbrella, they’d lose trust in his men; his words; him.

There's no need to tell Griffin about it. But still, he couldn't shake off the feeling of losing his only brother... ____ At the hospital, when the news spread like wildfire, Hannah was seated on her bed, her expression blank as she stared at the television. A night news flash appeared on the screen, and it was like she had just snapped out of her trance. *THE FAMOUS DIEGO GONZALEZ, KNOWN AS THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL, WAS CONFIRMED DEAD IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN MOSCOW.*

"I guess I should be clear, girl—the death pill I gave Frank Lawrence is a novelty. No one in this world would survive without the antidote. Now that three days have passed, the man you're so worried about would already be dead." "No… That's impossible!" Winter's face turned pale right then. "Winter, is Frank…?" Elder Fango's words left Helen and Vicky worried too. "Haha!" Stanley laughed right then and snarled viciously, "Since Elder Fango has had his say, it's clear that the man who murdered Commissioner Kramer has died for his crimes! But that's not enough. I have decided that we must make this man an example even in death, to warn the living and to give peace to Commissioner Kramer's per

By 1 PM, the news broke. "Gina Frazer, General Secretary of SpitFire Technologies, confirmed dead after a tragic explosion at a local hospital. Authorities suspect foul play." Her name was everywhere. On TV. In tabloids. On social media. A photo of her—cold, lifeless—flashed across every screen. People mourned. Investors panicked. And behind the headlines, enemies celebrated. It was the second tragedy in less than a week. Just days ago, Grace Kale—wife of Edwards Kale and Co-Ceo of Kale Industries had been found dead in her prison cell after being arrested for stabbing Gina Frazer.

The year after Nathan died, a large number of media outlets wanted to discover where his grave was located, they were desperate enough to even want to get a shot of the headstone where he was buried. He allegedly passed away without any announcement, there was no memorial service, a funeral, an explanation or even a news report on his death. A handful of idiotic news outlets even went as far as to retrieve his old posts in desperation to create false news when there was nothing to report on. Soon, they soon spread unverified information about him. It was appalling to fathom that the media wanted to even monetize a person's death. It was a pity that Nathan had stopped caring altogether by tha

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

"Fawn Jones. She volunteered at St. Catherine's regularly. Right up until the night she died." Fawn Jones. Another connection to Richard Jones. Fawn had drowned in her bathtub months ago. Cassie was sure she had been murdered. "What's the connection?" I asked, my mind racing. I said it aloud, but Nathan thought I was talking to him. "I don't know yet. But it's strange, right? Your wife starts going to the exact same shelter, doing the exact same work, after waking up from a coma. When she's never shown any interest in this sort of work before."