Fnaf Endos Novels & Stories

Endo: (gasp) "Oh my God! He's not imaging it. He provided ten fully viable...and copious sperm samples in a seven hour period." Me: "I was so close to making it eleven too...but they caught us in the act." Para: "You had sex with a member of your medical team?"

I could not give up on our relationship so easily, not after so many years together. Now, though, I only resented how blind I had been. When I was cleaning up the bed, I even found some used tissues. I could not hold back the nausea anymore, so I ran to the washroom and gagged into the toilet. It was only when my stomach hurt that I realized I had thrown up nothing but bile. I only felt better after tossing away all the sheets. Just then, Serena reached out to me on Instagram with a DM. [Cyrus’ phone is out of battery, so he couldn't call you. He wants you to bring some documents to his office.]

But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

“Suzanna… help me…” His hand slipped beneath her skirt as he grabbed her without restraint. Suzanna’s face reddened slightly, yet she did not stop him. She turned to me with a calm expression. “Shane, go buy three boxes of condoms for me. I need to help Eric see if he has recovered. There will be plenty more anniversaries later. If you do not buy them, do not think about touching me for the rest of your life.” It felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit.

A bullet casing. “She’ll remember me,” he whispers. “Even if I have to make her bleed to do it.” He turns the screen off and vanishes into the dark. END.

That was more than enough. The End

“I already told Quinn, but you two were obvious back then.” “I thought we were so sly,” Jamie laughs. “It’s crazy how things turned out.” “Yeah, it is.” I lean over and give Quinn a quick kiss. She closes her eyes, and after a few minutes of resting, she feels better enough to get up and fix her hair before we open a box full of either pink or blue balloons. As soon as Quinn leaves, my dad comes and sits next to me. “Mom said you’re thinking about a fellowship?” “Yeah. For trauma surgery.”

the middle aged man acknowledged my presence with a formal smile which I had no intention to return. "Leonard Elzandre bank statement two weeks before he passed away" I went straight to the point cause I was tired and done with this game already. I just needed direct answers. "Do you perhaps remember the date, I was given his bank statements but..... "Just hand over all of them" i seethed out in annoyance and just as he was about to question my order i held him up by his collar. "If you waste just a second of my time I'll fucking chop your balls into pieces, now do as I say" I let go of him and with trembling hands he handed me all the documents.