Fnaf Insanity Novels & Stories

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

Rafael’s face was inches from the window now distorted by desperation, anger, and fear. He pounded harder. Again. And again. “Marceline!! Open this fucking door, damn it! Open this! Get out of the car! Fuck!” His knuckles split against the glass, streaks of blood smearing where his fists struck, but the window did not even tremble. Regan noticed the way Marceline’s shoulders had begun to shake. “Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “He won’t be able to break that glass.” Rafael had started pulling at the handle again, then kicking the door, then pounding with both fists like a man losing his mind.

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.

And nothing had surprised her than the sudden change of character; her father had never sounded this way before. Fanny spoke on, this time gazing upon the photo of Brian. “Brian is in a coma. Nobody knows his fate. Every day I waste money on artificial oxygen just to sustain him and it is eating deep into my finance. The news is everywhere; Fanny group is going into bankruptcy. Do you think it is false?”

Danny tried to keep her voice calm. “Oh, we want money. Lots of money.” He said and smiled creepily. My tears were falling out from my eyes but no voice would come out from my mouth. “And your family can give me that.” “Boss, I have already contacted their family.” Someone went inside the scary room. “That’s good!” he smiled again and looked at the guy. “But there is a problem, boss.” “Huh? What is it?” “They will only give us 1 million.” “What?! No! 1 million for each one of these stupid idiots! Tell them that they can’t save these two woman for 1 million!”

Lilibeth muttered around her apple. The kitchen went entirely silent. Amanda stopped her theatrical searching of my pantry, a box of artisanal cheese crackers frozen in her hand. For all her sassy banter, she knew the exact boundaries of the minefield Lilibeth was walking through. "Lili, honey," Amanda stepped in smoothly, her tone casual but firm. "Your dad handles billions of dollars, and your mom handles the minds of future generations, when people are operating at that level, sometimes one of them snores, or one of them needs to read at three in the morning without a light waking the other up. It’s called an adult arrangement."

What kind of idiot is he? [Some broke guy trying to scam 130,000 with just 1,300. Why not go rob a bank instead?] People across the internet condemned Nancy's and Erick's behavior. Some even dug up their home address and Erick's workplace. … Concerned citizens began calling Erick's company nonstop, reporting his misconduct in his personal life. They demanded that he be fired.

Nova's PoV: The underground gallery in Bushwick was packed, but my corner felt like its own little world. My name is Nova Kane. Twenty-six. Broke artist surviving on black coffee, cheap ramen, and sheer stubbornness. Tonight was supposed to be just another attempt to get my work seen — three large canvases hanging in the back, dark and raw, painted with so much heat that people kept stopping longer than they meant to. I’d never painted anything this sexual before. I remember how many times I hesitated before finally finishing it.