Fnaf Old Memory Novels & Stories

KANE “Where the f*ck do I start? This place is a mess.” ‘We aren’t in yet, Kane.’ ‘I’m not blind.’ ‘But your memory is. I can bet on a thousand bucks that you don’t remember this place.’ ‘Keep your mouth shut f*cker.’ But the f*cker was right. I have memory problems and only remember the things I have to. How was I meant to know I had to store this sh*thole in my memory? ‘Use your mouth for something useful and tell me how we get in here.’

My throat tightens again as the shame flares up. Millie’s face softens, but she stays calm, her lips quirking up slightly. “Grace, what I mean is, people’s memories are like a goldfish's. It’s shitty now, but something big will happen tomorrow, or the day after, and all of this? It’ll be old news. Trust me, no one will care.” Somehow, the logic in that just gets to me, and I can’t hold back my irritation. I shove her shoulder, making her fall back onto the mattress.

The situation became somewhat awkward. Alana hadn't caught on yet. "Have I? How come I don’t remember?" I replied, "Oh? You don't?" "I…" Alana cleared her throat, glancing at Frank, her mouth twitching. "Have I?" Frank nodded firmly. "You have." "I have?" asked Alana. "Yes." "Right, I have." Alana suddenly realized, smiling at me. "I'm really sorry, I must have a terrible memory. Yes, I did add you on WhatsApp…"

footsteps coming closer to me, but they were very light. Like a whisper. Do I really not remember, or did I just not care? My silent laugh to myself felt malicious. I had to check my attitude. It felt uncomfortable. More flashes of my memory appeared in my mind. It seems like I had the same friends for many years because the flashes are of the same people, but in different places and clothes. Also, sometimes the people looked young and sometimes the people looked mature. “Hanna, when’s the next job. I’m short on cash,” a memory flashed in my mind. What sort of job am I being asked for? “I’ve tried everything to get her to feel some emotion, but each attempt has failed,” the woma

The war happening behind his eyes. "What exactly are you proposing?" "Mass memory alteration." I pulled the spray canister from my pocket. Shook it gently. "We replace the horrific memories with something benign. A lockdown drill. A gas leak. Something that explains why they're where they are without the trauma."

Kyra had already calmed down by the time she returned to the interrogation room. Eva looked at her as her red lips opened to speak, "Have you thought it through? Are you prepared to hear the last words of your man?" She ignored Eva's attempts at taunting her, and all Kyra did was coldly give the orders to the technician next to her. "Retrieve the last of Julian Colt's memories that had not been played to the public." The technician was hesitant. "Captain Schneider, those memories have been significantly damaged and contain a lot of negative brainwaves before he died. If we retrieve it forcefully, it might…"