Fnaf Rules For Safety Novels & Stories

“Following last night's…incident, our…Mr Sterling has assigned a set of rules for you to follow for safety measures.” ‘What?’ I might as well have had the rug pulled out of me. One of the men pulled out a document, placing it on my table. The other stood in place “This has all the details. For your safety, it's best you follow all of them.” I remained stunned, watching as they finally left my apartment. Rules. I had to follow…rules. Even in my own home? Snatching it, I slowly read every detail. By the time I was done, I wanted to rend the paper into pieces.

I said rudely hissed through a cough which eventually died down. "Why?" She asked in a pout with her brows furrowed down. "Look there are many rules to follow but for me and you to get along and one of us not to get hurt we both need to follow these rules they are very important..." "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE"

Evelyn may not know this but she has the power to make me fall down to my knees, figuratively and literally. I know that breaking my two sacred rules would not be the end of my change, rather it would be the beginning. And yet here I was, ready to let her have the upper hand. “I have to warn you,” I said, my tone serious. “I have never done this before. But for you, I will try. To make it safe for you we need to set some rules. Starting with your safe word. For now, I will choose for you. If there is something you don’t like you say ‘RED’. So you have to be honest with me. If it hurts and you want to stop you say ‘RED’. If you’re uncomfortable, and you want me to stop, you say ‘RED’. If you

“Scared you’ll miss me if we fight and I die?” “I’ll throw your body at the enemy as warning.” “Romantic.” “Practical.” I sighed, already regretting everything but also feeling strangely happy. “If the two of you come with me, there will be rules.” Both of them groaned at the same time. I pointed at them. “Rule one, no killing my people unless I approve it. Rule two, no threatening my commanders during meals. Rule three, no using Alpha aura to win arguments with accountants. Rule four, if either of you starts a fight in my headquarters because someone looked at me too long, I will personally lock you in separate rooms and feed you paperwork until you cry.”

Not happening. I bring my own. I dispose of it myself. I never blow off in a mouth. End of story. There’s no way I’m getting ANYONE pregnant by accident. Rule 8: Don’t get caught with your pants down. The press is everywhere. So I lock doors, check rooms, scan for cameras, and never trust convenience over instinct. Which leads to— Rule 9: Trust your gut. If something feels wrong, it IS wrong. Period. Rule 10: Train. Eat right. Stay sharp.

He was going to kill me. "Alright," I said, my voice rough. "Then here's how this is going to work. We're going to establish some rules and some signals. Your safe word is still red, which means everything stops immediately. Yellow means slow down or ease up. Green means keep going. You use those colors honestly, no matter what. Understand?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Second rule: you don't come without permission. No matter what I do to you, no matter how good it feels, you hold back until I tell you that you can let go."

She said handing us a piece of paper with the rules. Utopia Rules #1 No use of ANY magic nor VIOLENCE on peers #2 No sneaking out after curfew #3 Small animals ONLY(no larger than a cat) #4 No attacking humans #5 No Biting #6 No experimenting on peers(Only if allowed with an instructor.) #7 No flying upon 200ft #8 No Broomstick flying above 100 ft

Gosh! This is so frustrating. First he rants about danger, and now he’s leaving, Instructions, Rules, and Conditions that sound so controlling and scary. He continued, giving me many instructions to follow. Do not post my location on social media. Do not answer unknown calls. Do not trust anyone who approaches me claiming to know something about him. Do not meet old friends without informing security. Do not argue with the guards. Do not question their presence.

At first, Fane thought it was something important but realized it was only the rules for the fight. The rules were simple, the fighters had to join the fight out of their own volition, the fighters could not cause permanent damage nor death to each other, and the wager could not be too high with the maximum contribution points capped at a hundred and fifty. This was to prevent the fighters from getting addicted to fighting in the wager battle arena.

" okay the rules are- 1. Always reply verbally 2. No back talks, cussing , sass 3. Always respect everyone and listen to them whatever they say because it's for your safety 4. Bedtime at 9 during weekdays and midnight on weekends 5. I mean never ever go to basement . 6. And absolutely NO BOYS 7. If you have to go out or somewhere you always have to inform one of your brothers" Shit! Cliffhanger...!!!!! Do you guys want any brothers pov? Please do Vote Share And comment -hani