Fnaf Drawings Bonnie Novels & Stories

Annie’s expression softened. “But you weren’t.” William exhaled slowly. “I almost was.” Silence settled again. But this time, it wasn’t heavy. It was peaceful. Nathan suddenly ran toward them. “Dad! Dad! Look!” William instinctively leaned forward. “What is it?” Nathan held up a drawing proudly. It was simple. Stick figures. But clear. A family. “You, Mom, me, Mia… and the baby,” Nathan said excitedly. William froze for a brief second. His eyes slowly moved to Annie.

My wolf became very suspicious, because we'd already reached an agreement to not get involved with her. “Keenan.” I started to speak, but Liam was already picking up the package, it was the size that would fit an A3. Now I know I won't be able to stop my friend and I quickly see him open the package, with precision and what I saw took my breath away, there were two drawings, one outfit for me and one for Liam, there was no signature, but the photos of the Ivory Woods pack attached to the side of the drawing, indicates perfectly what it was and the reference used for the drawings.

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

Bianca dragged her gaze away from Anna as she noticed Felix lifting his gaze from his coffee mug to stare at her. She dropped her gaze instantly. She grabbed some pancakes before dropping them on Anna's plate. "Anna, hurry up and finish your breakfast because the next thing we are going to do is to draw and paint. Have you forgotten that last night we would draw today?“ Bianca asked the little girl who seemed to be thinking. "Dad, I need to leave,” Fiona let out as Felix cleared his throat before handing her some allowance. "I haven't seen your brother since last night!" Felix asked her.

Leon didn’t send anything special—just two ordinary snippets from his day. [Sunny scolded me earlier, said I was careless and asked why I didn’t give you the drawing she made.] [I’m taking a photo of it now to make up for my mistake.] The photo showed a rabbit beneath a moon, the one Sunny had drawn for her during the holiday. Angela pressed and held the image, saving it to her phone. [Nathan makes terrible coffee. No milk, no sugar—bitter and not even refreshing. I almost nodded off listening to my students recite case notes.]

she replies as she stands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. Didn't you see my awesome drawing?" He remarks. He turns the pages of his notebook and tears out the page with the drawing. "Here," he stretches it to her. "You can have my amazing work of art. You can ask for my autograph another time," he grins. "No thank you. It's very awful for something called art." "No, it is not," he disagrees. "It looks like Fiona from Shrek," she tells him, watching him rise to his feet.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”

“Yes, Aunt Fiona, and of course me, oh, and Uncle Carlos.” “I see, you did good, baby.” I looked at her drawings; of course they were children's drawings, so good enough for her age, especially when she got the important parts—that fingers are supposed to be ten, five on each hand, two eyes, ears, and one nose. “I can’t believe you got Aunt Fiona’s freckles.” “Oh yes, she looks just like her, right, Mommy?” “Right, you did good, baby. I'm sure your teacher will give you a sticker.”

Then, glaring at Blayze, she said, "And you do me a favor and go f*ck yourself." Blayze chuckled a little as he sauntered, bare-a**ed, back to his garage with his cut slung over his arm. As he walked away, I noticed a tattoo on his shoulder blade that stood out from the rest covering his back. In ornate letters was the name "Bonnie." "Hey Brat," Red called. A young, petite woman with short bleach-blonde hair poked her head out of the bar. "Get Stitch and tell him to bring his kit over to Bonnie's place." She nodded and ran around behind the building.

“You started homework, got bored, switched to drawing, got bored again, and moved on to your tablet?” Annie grinned sheepishly. “I was waiting for you. Math is more fun when you explain it.” “Nice save,” I chuckled, gathering up the scattered papers. “But flattery won’t get you out of fractions today.” I found her math workbook beneath a pile of sketches—surprisingly good drawings of wolves running through forests. Annie had talent beyond her years, capturing movement and emotion in just a few pencil strokes. “These are really good,” I told her, setting aside the artwork carefully. “You should show these to your dad.”