Fnaf Drawings Bonnie Novels & Stories

He then left without saying any more word. After cleaning up Ariana's room, I sent five hundred thousand dollars to Bonnie's account. Bonnie was so much to me. Calling her a friend didn't seem to do justice to her. She literally gave up her dreams for my daughter and I. Bonnie had a passion for fashion. She was very good at making and designing clothes. She had been fighting to get into a fashion academy, but she kept being rejected. The academy usually admit people based on their popularity or wealth rather than the quality of their products. Only a few unpopular people get lucky, and Bonnie hoped she would be among one day.

About Logan’s steady eyes. I don’t write about betrayal tonight. I write about beginnings. I write about hope. A few nights later, there’s another knock. Missy again. This time, she holds up a drawing. It’s of three stick figures: one tall man, one curly-haired woman, and a little girl with a bunny. I crouch beside her. “Who’s this?” She grins. “It’s you. And me. And Daddy. I drew it at the table all by myself!”

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

"Thanks, Bonnie. You also helped out too. I promise to treat you to a delicious meal." "I can't wait for it. It's been a while we hung out as friends. And before I forget, since you’ll be attending Naomi’s birthday party, you should take lots of pictures with the celebrities that’ll attend. I want to post them on my social media so the world can know that my boss-slash-my friend is the best designer ever!" Bonnie said with a demonstration, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It's been a while since we interacted this way, and I miss our friendship in New York. She was the one who insisted on working under me despite my constant disapproval, but in the end, I gave in.

Leans his head back. "I don't know what I can live with." "Then think about it. Don't decide now. Give yourself time." "How much time? He's dying." "Then take as much time as you have." We go inside. Noah is at the table. Drawing. Dinosaurs, always dinosaurs. "Mommy! Daddy! Look what I made!" He holds up the picture. A family. Three figures. One big. One medium. One small. "Who's this?" "That's me. And that's you. And that's Daddy."

Grandpa Scott held the torn pieces of the drawing paper in his hand and threw them into the trash. "I'm going to take a nap. I'm exhausted." Bianca hugged her drawing supplies and walked back to her room. After hearing the door close, Francesco's Adam's apple moved slightly. When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse. "What do they look like?" "See for yourself." Grandpa Scott opened his phone gallery. On the screen was a secretly photographed image of the drawing. Bianca was good at drawing, and her skills were impressive. The two babies she had drawn looked adorable.

Wren's whole body goes still. The spoon stops halfway to the pot, water hissing against the burner behind her, and for one full second she forgets to breathe at all. "What pictures, baby?" Fern doesn't answer right away. She opens the sketchbook instead, flips past pages of careful, precise drawings, houses and dogs and one recurring sketch of three stick figures holding hands under a tree, until she lands on a page near the back. It's a face. A rough, five-year-old attempt at a face, dark hair, a hard line for a jaw, done in the same grey pencil Fern uses for everything she isn't sure how to name yet.

She picks her head up and smiles, “hey baby, I was just l drawing out something I thought would be nice out by that waterfall." I adjust the hard on she just gave me and walk over to her and look at what she’s drawn, a huge gazebo and picnic area. I smile at her, “that’s really nice, I talked to the Jayson and Brian from our construction company and Brian will be by tomorrow night with drawings for you to look at.” She stands, walks over to the sealed door, “what’s in here?”

He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board. She walks past me with the board and slipped a handmade tiny book with a few pages into my right palm. "You can read it now." She says, "Bones won't tell on me." I smile at her and look at the piece of paper. The cover has a gymnast with long hair. It has a title written in capital letters; "HOW TO GET MY SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS XYANA TO CONVINCE MY DAD TO BUILD A GYMNASIUM FOR THE PACK."

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.