Fnaf Insanity Novels & Stories

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

"Callum says he saw her up close today. Said she got a nice figure, perfect waist. Thinks she's shy. Innocent. Innocent. Right. That word lit something in me. I nodded slowly, saying nothing, just letting him talk. Callum joined us a minute later- all swagger and that usual smug glint in his eyes. Our trio. The silent predators dressed in top grades and clean shoes. We kept it classy. We kept it hidden. But we had a code. "Should place a bet," Max said, eyes flashing. "New girl's like... untouched. First one to get her- wins." "Untouched. You say. Has anyone fucked one before," I asked with a smirk in my face.

He deserves better than my attitude. "I'm sure very soon, you too will get married and leave us," he continues, laughing softly. "This life, eh? Everything changes so fast." My smile falters. Here we go again. Everyone thinks I need to get married. Everyone thinks I'm incomplete without a man. If they only knew the truth – that I don't want to get married. That the very idea makes my skin crawl. Try explaining that to a Nigerian family, though. They'd rather I tell them I'm planning to rob a bank.

He told himself tonight would be di#erent. Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, the harsh "fluorescent lighthighlighting the lines of ex-haustion etched around his eyes, he made promises he knew he couldn't keep. Promises he'd made a hundred times before. He promised he'd go straight home, crawl under the covers, and let the mindless drone of the TV drown out his thoughts, maybe even lull him to sleep. He'd eat something healthy, drink a glass of water, and try to forget.

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

Sam questioned, deciding it was for the best to have someone to talk if it meant he could distract himself from his own thoughts. "Anxiety and her two siblings: panic syndrome and insomnia." Win answered dismissively, grinning as he watched the younger scrunching his nose in confusion. "You know, the typical sweaty-vomiting-freaking-the-fuck-out whenever you get slightly frustrated about something – or anything, really – and then you can’t bring yourself to sleep because you can’t get your stupid body to chill nor your brain to shut the fuck up for a millisecond, so 40 hours later and enough caffeine to murder an elephant your body kind of just gives up and you end up... well, here if you're

They wouldn't shake off as they kept holding him. The more he struggled, the stronger they seemed to get. They were going to lock him up again. Fear and horror sank in. "No..let me go...I'm innocent. I didn't do it..." He yelled desperately, struggling against him. 'Shut up! You did it. 'You killed your family'. 'Lock him up'. 'This man is insane. Get the chains. "No...no..don't come close to me. Let me go. I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. Why can't you believe me? Let me go!" He yelled and his wolf stirred angrily.

“This whole job and situation don't make sense..... I mean, where have you ever heard that an entire division of FBI Agents was unavailable due to death, resignation, or disappearance? It's never happened anywhere ever before, so it means the situation here is crazy... I'd like us to solve this puzzle but I don't think we're any better than the people who left this task here.. My inclination is a safe play..” Mis looked at him for a minute before replying: “What do you mean when you say ‘Safe Play’?” Freddy shrugged and munched on a pickle from the jar before saying: “Minding our business, that's what I mean... There's a crime scene that's too fucked up, no serious digging... There's a perso

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because