Fnaf Night Guard Novels & Stories

It has been eight months since we had Harlem and he’s wild already, just like Gunner. I place him in bed and kiss him. I know he will be safe tonight. There will be four guards outside this room. Three more at the end of the hall. No one except the guys and me will be able to get through. We’re back at the old place for tonight's party. It’s safer than having people in our home. “He asleep?” I watch as Zane walks over, peering into the cot. “Go get ready. I’ll sit here for a bit.” His lips press against my neck for a moment before I leave. Bear looking around for something, and I laugh.

The younger guard scoffed, his eyes raking over my simple jeans and leather jacket, the hollows under my eyes which had become more pronounced and he lifted an eyebrow– the meaning behind it was clear. Despite the warning in his colleague’s eyes, he opened his mouth again. "And next time, try to lie better. Because Supreme Lunas don't show up alone looking like they just left a bar fight. They come with escorts, with notice and only after an invitation.” Something inside me snapped. "Are you calling me a liar?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, echoing off the nearby trees. “If you don't believe me, ask Fynn yourself!" I moved to push past them, my shoulder connecting with the first

I decided to ask her, and she looked at me confusingly, as if what I just asked her was the dumbest question she ever heard, but after realizing that I don’t know a thing, she spoke up. “There are what we call the night guards. Officers and some students who would volunteer take turns in doing these. We just make sure that everybody is already inside their rooms and if we ever find someone who’s still outside after curfew, then that person gets to go to detention the following morning,” she explained slowly, as if she was talking to a child, making me pout because of the way she’s talking to me.

The guard was fuming at this rate. Since it was at night and the area had very few street lights, he couldn’t see Frostine’s face clearly. “Kneel? Even Shawn Yggdrasill wouldn’t dare talk to me in this way!” Venom Widow lifted her head and stared back at the guard frostily.

Dane blurted out. He was right, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was a crappy guard shack on the way to the combats, but we even had those. Guardians didn’t need much but a place to keep a change of clothes, maybe some drinks and a few chairs to take a rest. We didn’t wire any of them for electric, just kept them nice enough to protect from the elements.

He lets go of my chin as if my skin has suddenly turned to ash. "You’re finished for the night," he says, his voice cold and flat. The guardian mask is back in place, harder than ever. "What? Ronan, my shift isn't," "I’m sending you home early," he snaps, cutting me off with a sharp flick of his wrist. "For your own protection. You’re clearly too distracted to do your job, and I won't have you wandering into the dark with men who don't know the meaning of the word 'No'."

"Good night, sleep tight...," Nathan whisper sings, and the guard twitches. "Shhh," I hiss aggressively, and Nathan holds his hands up in surrender. He smiles at me, and I roll my eyes at his silly nature. I look back at the gate and watch the guard closely. He has been drifting in and out of sleep for the past five minutes, but he hasn't truly konked out enough for us to slip through the only gate not hooked up to the alarm system.

She blamed my father for that, a fact he always grinned at victoriously. “Not yet they haven’t,” Finn replied with venom. I could just make out the pair in the dim light of the workshop. His huge shoulders jerked as he rubbed oil deep into the wood grain to bring up the chestnut brown colouring. “Conscription will come when they need disposable shields, they won’t want to waste their precious Beta’s for the really dirty battles.” “Well then this is your chance. Luna Freya needs guarding, it will keep you safe!” “I won’t be missing my fights-”

It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the entrance of the ER; and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly," I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.

“It’s the least I can do, and besides, you’re half right. This is not the time for her to learn what horrors await her.” The latter shook her head at that. “No, you’re right. I should not shield her from what awaits us tomorrow, and in the end, it is up to her do what she wanted with it.” A small smile graced the other’s face at that. After a few more minutes of chatting with each other, Aedre had decided to call it quits and sleep, telling the other to wake her up at dawn to take the next shift. She nodded, a promise. Aedre woke up to find the sunlight streaming through the small slivers through the leaves and with no Huntress in sight, except for a small folded letter pinned to the blanket