Fnaf Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

Syrus would be really upset if his mother was in on this. “You can at least start by talking first, Syrus,” Nancy demanded authoritatively. Georgia just sat there watching the family drama, and hoping to God that Bonnie would not be forced into mentioning her name, otherwise she would be doomed. This was the only family that she pitched her tent for now. “Bonnie had five thousand dollars wired out of the account, and I demand to know what she used the money for!” Syrus bellowed. “So you refused to answer mum’s question, but you want to force me into answering yours, right?” Bonnie stated stubbornly. Nancy’s words had suddenly boosted her confidence. “Don’t we all have equal access to the mon

Then, she looked at everyone there. “I’m sure everyone wants to know what is happening in the videos of Luna bullying Fiona, right? Coincidentally, I can explain.” Luna could not help but furrowed her brows upon Bonnie’s words. She said in a suppressed tone, “Aren’t you traveling?” Bonnie rolled her eyes at Luna. “You’re being schemed to death, how could I travel in peace?” Then, Bonnie took a deep breath and looked at Fiona in the distance. Her tone was arrogant.

"But if you are lying I am telling Jensen what you did at homecoming." Another pause then followed by another laugh. She stabbed a piece of pancake with her fork and shoved it into her mouth while still nodding at whatever the person on the other end was saying. Clarissa caught my eye across the table and she was smiling too. A small soft smile that did not ask questions. She reached over and placed her hand on top of mine. "Listen," Bonnie said into the phone. "I have to go. I am going to be late. Yes. I know. Shut up. Bye."

“Where are we going?” “I don’t know, okay!” I said louder than I intended and Abigail’s bottom lip quivered like she was going to cry. Nina quickly pulled Abigail into her arms, rubbing her back. “Stop yelling at her Shane!” Nina held both her palms in hers. “Let’s just say we are going on a family adventure.” “Really?” Abigail smiled excitedly. “Yeah,” I added, forcing a smile back. Nina packed up her stuff in less than a minute and just like that, our shack, the place we had called home all our lives, was empty.