Fnaf Drawings Bonnie Novels & Stories

She makes a sassy face and I chuckle . " Well it's important for .. " I open my bag and search for my notebook that is supposed to be for study notes but is actually my boredom doodle file . " Tada ~ " I finish off as I show her my drawing of Luigini's wife naked and his name written between her legs . Since I didn't know what she looked like I decided to make her faceless , only shading to provide her a proper structure . Kayla slaps her hand against her mouth in order to stifle her laughter . Her face turns slightly red from restricting herself .

​ But their e⁠yes still da‍rted toward us, curio⁠sity refu‍s‌ing​ to let go. “What’s‌ going on h​ere?” Et‍han’s d‍eep voice carr⁠ied a​cross t‍he room,⁠ st‍e⁠a​dy, commanding. Bon‌nie straighten⁠ed, clutching the stapler to her chest like a‌ pie⁠ce of incrim​ina‍ting evidence. “​Mr. Fisher,” she said, her tone s‍o⁠ft, demu‍re. “I…I was just looki‍ng⁠ for my stapler, and⁠ it seems I fou⁠nd it… in​ H‌ele‌n‌a’s drawer.” Her wi‍d​e eyes fli‍cked toward me,​ lik‍e she hated to even⁠ say the words.

I looked at the father and daughter, puzzled, or perhaps wondering if they were playing a prank on me. “Open it, Nathalie.” I took a deep breath then opened the paper. Seeing what was on the paper, I stopped short, completely surprised. It was a vibrant drawing. A woman and a man with round heads, triangular bodies, and stick-like arms and legs. In the space between the woman and the man was a child, all three stick figures had their hands connected. On the other side was a drawing of a large house, its roof a triangle and the rest of the house a square.

They are always around her. The twins bend over the colouring papers littered at Brianna’s feet. “How is it going?” I point to Wyn’s drawing, she picks a crayon from the floor and hurriedly colours the sketch. Brianna loves to draw too. It’s one more thing they can bond over. “Let me see.” The sketch is horrible. A pencil drawing of stick images with big ears, bigger heads and tiny limbs. I am not sure what I am looking for but I muster the biggest smile.

Noah was on the floor with the drawing unrolled in front of him. He had added something in the lower right corner. Small. Specific. We crouched down to look. It was a house. Not Captain Fossil's house. A house. With a pitched roof and four windows and a garden. And three figures at the right side. A tall one. A medium one. A small one with a fossil in his hand. But different from the drawing on the kitchen table. In this version the three figures were inside the house. Not at the right side.

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

“Hey, angel. You got taller.” She shook her head vigorously. “No, you got shorter.” He grinned. “That’s impossible.” She wriggled free and dug into her backpack. “I made drawings on the plane! Look!” She spread them out on the table — crooked little hearts and stick figures labeled MOMMY, DADDY, and ME. One drawing had a fourth stick figure, taller, in a blue suit. I tried not to look at it too long. Anthony crouched down beside her, admiring each page as though it were a masterpiece. Cameron stood beside me, polite, silent. The faintest strain crossed his face before he smoothed it away.

Benny says and Bonnie crosses her arms in front of her chest. “I don’t know, okay? I haven’t gotten that far, but I can clean his house, do his groceries shopping, I don’t know, I’ll figure something out, I’ll sell my camera,” she finally says and I shake my head while Benny looks at her resting his hand on his hips. “I don’t want the money. Now tell me how much it is,” I say and Benny moves his hand to his hair and Bonnie looks at me in shock. “No, I will pay you back, it’s a lot of money, and I will find a way of paying you back, hell, I’ll sell feet pics,” she says and I take one step closer to her ending the space that I kept.

Unsure of how to handle this latest development, I said gently, “Sweetheart, it’s nice that you drew the picture of Layton spending time with us, but you he’s not your father, right? He’s not part of our family.” She nodded, and thankfully there was no sadness in her expression. “I know.” “Why did you draw him with us then? Why not draw Denise?” I probed, wanting to get into her head. I needed to understand what she was thinking before I could figure out what to do about it. Annie pursed her lips in thought. “I didn’t really think about it. The teacher said to draw your family doing something you love together and I loved fishing with you and Layton, so I drew that.”

"I'll like to speak in private. Yey nuzhno idti" I could not stop my eyebrows from twitching. Why should I leave? "Speak Bonnie." Ronan orders whilst typing on his laptop. This angers Bonnie, the girl shows her anger and frustration like a teenager when she stomps her heels on the ground like one. "You owe me!" She whines. "What do you want?" Ronan returns, not breaking his eyes away from his laptop. "A date." "Okay"