Fnaf Help Wanted Glitchtrap Novels & Stories

It's been two months away from the home I knew, away from my dad and everything, I would be a fool to think I've gotten away successfully, it's either they've found me and was waiting for the right time to pounce on me, at this point I didn't even give shit about anything, I was just living life while I still could. I finally got a job through Matthew, although I didn't want to accept a job that came through his help, but he wouldn't even let me complete my statement before telling it's an argument I'll lost, Matthew was like an angel sent to give me light when I was lost, I didn't want to believe that people like him existed because of the time we met, I was running away from the Italian Ma

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.

"I....Damn it hurts so much Damon. I lost my step as I jumped down from your car and...Arghhhh" "Why didn't you just wait for me to come and help you?" "You were on a call. I wasn't going to wait and besides, they seemed important." "Hold on tight. I am taking you to the hospital." What? I hated hospitals. "No we're not going to a hospital." "I am totally fine Damon no need to act up. Its just a sprain see I can even stand on my own." Moving away from him I stood up and tried walking but I lost my step again, my ankle hurt so much. I almost fell, but he caught me

Pedro then entered Marco's office. "Sir," Pedro said, causing Marco to stop in his tracks. "How is it? Did you get the results?” Marco asked, making Pedro nod. "Yes, Sir. It's Abian, Mrs.'s former boyfriend, and last night he turned out to be one of the foundation members collaborating with Mr. Tukal. There, he works as a volunteer photographer for the foundation and teaches talented individuals in his field,” Pedro said, handing over some photos of Abian in action.