Fnaf Phantom Novels & Stories

"Before, many people thought Phantom was just a legend because no one ever knew who their members were, or who their leader is.. But that was a long time ago. Phantom has been around for a long time, but since they're undercover, it's hard to track them down. They're also free to move about because they're not part of any government. To this day, no one knows who the members of Phantom are. There's even a rumor that if a Phantom member's identity is ever revealed, they'd rather die. That's why Phantom members usually carry poison with them when they go on a big mission, just in case." Allen's eyes widened in shock. "You mean they'll kill themselves with the poison if they're discovered?" Aar

After all, the Mystical Explosive Orb would fill up fast at this rate. With that in mind, she let out a soft laugh. "You're this confident now? How could I not play along? Fine, I'll help you find other Phantoms... but not Specter. That one's off-limits. We're in the same faction, and I've got a binding pact with them. If I rat Specter out, I'm done for too. "Though honestly, it shouldn't be hard. Every S-tier Phantom is ridiculously arrogant. They never bother switching identities. Since you've seen what Specter looks like, someone at the headquarters should be able to find them without too much trouble."

Exhibitionism. Shane was indulging another fantasy of hers. He was also fingering her asshole. "If we could make contact with the faerie community (unh) then we might (unh) be able to find out which colony might (unh) be missing someone. If they (unh) have to keep the faeries alive so the blood (unh) is fresh for mixing and (unh) faeries are hard to keep trapped, then it could help narrow our (unh) field of . . . UNH!"

"Is it Vane?" "I don't know who the fuck it is," Sloane spat. A heavy metallic thud echoed in the background – she was likely kicking a vent shut. "But they’re playing the audio loop. The same dark whispers. Lolita, they’re using your voice. They’ve synthesised your commands. They are telling me to submit." Franco’s face went ash – grey. "The Phantom Protocol," he breathed. "Vane’s signature. He’s weaponising their lust. He's turning your own hounds against their senses."

Her phone vibrated. She looked at the screen. A message from an unknown number. No name. International code she did not recognize. You are looking in the right place. You are not yet looking at the right person. Vane is the instrument. Look above Vane. Sera read it twice. She looked at Elliot. She turned the phone. He read the message. He looked at her. Above Vane. Thirty-one years of operational infrastructure. Funding that originated from Faust’s pharmaceutical company in 1992.

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

I bowled "It's nothing" I wave it off and followed Wane whos walking back to a place I predicted to be his office, We entered the elevator, the intoxicating lemon perfume of his, filled my nose, I prayed for the elevator to open already as Wane was busy typing away on his phone The elevator stopped and opened, we walked out as Wane inserted his fingerprint on his office door, the door opened and we entered into his office "Woow……" I muttered inwardly looking around the office that looks breathtaking

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t