Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex Novels & Stories

Lystra’s eyes glazed over at Zariyah. Fauzia face-palmed. “Very, very nasty.” Mavis looked at her with disgust all written on her face. “I think I’ll pass out if I picked the wrong toppings.” Zariyah just waved her hand on them for dismissal, not minding their negative comments about her choice of food. “Let’s start eating!” she clapped her hands as if she’s entertained at how they’ll end up when they finished their game. “I swear, this is the weirdest, disgusting, and grossest pizza I’ll ever eat. Since Zariyah is very gross too.” They all agreed to Shanoa who’s now sitting at the provided single couch.

Meanwhile, Evans didn't notice anything but just kept walking with Megan. They got to the cafeteria and ordered their lunch, then sat down to eat, and that was when Morgan saw that Evans had only ordered an Egg and a hot dog with mento hot water at the side. She dropped her spoon with the sound of “Clank!” which was loud enough to make Evans notice her. Evans looked at her with raised brows, then at her untouched food, then asked worriedly, “What's wrong?” Megan swallowed hard and with her head lowered, she asked, “Am I missing something?”

"This pizza parlor looks so different from the usual ones. The people are dressed so differently. The pizza. Omg, It looks so yummy. The topping is perfect olives, little jalapenos, and pepper" that's what I like. Wait why that guy has ordered a pizza with pineapple topping? It's ridiculous. Who does that? Where is this music noise coming from? Is there any pub around and who play blinding lights at this hour? The voice grows louder and louder" I got annoyed and got up from my seat in the pizza parlor. I went outside and saw a boy who was playing loud music in the car. When he turned around I saw his face. It's Sam. "Why are you playing music so loud? I have to leave my pizza. The music is s

Jacob said "Fine by me but don't offer me any of it" Sophia said Jacob laughs. "Okay,I won't give you any" "Alright,so one jalapeno pizza with onions and one pineapple pizza coming right up" Malik said dialing Pizza Hut's number

Letta said again, making Freya immediately walk back and sit right in the middle between Marco and Letta. "We can rest for a while. After that, we'll ride it. How about that?" Marco said, making Freya nod. There was no other way because she really wanted to see the fireworks show while riding the Ferris wheel. Freya then chose to eat some snacks she bought, like cotton candy, ice cream bread, and other sweet foods. For today, Letta did allow Freya to eat as many sweets as she wanted, but afterward, Letta always limited the sweets for Freya.

The music is important for the commotion, it's mixed with laughter and various discussions, but I think it's a bit strange that the melody is one from the eighties. There are tables for famiAmys to sink to coAngel or just talk; there are slowdowns for sausages, burgers, and banners, plus there's one for popcorn, yet another for frozen yogurt and cotton candy. In every position there are individuals lining up to get a piece of those things. For the children's amusement, they have had a merry go around and some arcade machines, plus there is a young woman offering inflatables that look like creatures and another doing witchcraft stunts, currently planning to remove a hare from her supernatural

The delivery kid handed me the boxes like he was delivering a peace offering to a dangerous warlord. “Good luck,” he muttered before fleeing. The boys tore into the pizza like they’d been starved for days. Within minutes, cheese strings dangled from the furniture, pepperoni adorned the TV remote, and someone had invented a game called “who can fit the most olives in their mouth.” (Max won with ten. We have it on video.) 7:30 p.m. Movie time. I put on Space Pals 2: Return of the Astro Hamsters, a wholesome animated film with talking rodents and zero violence. It lasted approximately six minutes before the boys got bored and demanded something scarier.

The "miracle" Lilia had been praying for arrived in the form of a giant, inflatable hot dog. Lilia was currently sweating inside the polyester casing of "Frankie the Frankfurter," the mascot for a struggling local diner. She was working three jobs to save her grandmother’s restaurant , and today’s gig involved waving a plastic mustard bottle at cars in a rain-slicked parking lot.

Miles ruffles my hair and pulls Page towards the food truck. "Ouu, they have fried pickles on a stick. Let's go Page!" he says as he grabs her hand and runs the opposite way. Everyone gets their food and makes there way back to a table. After eating so much, I think I might be sick. I couldn't help but challenge Miles to a spin off on the Zipper, seeing who would lose their dinner first. Fortanatly, no one lost their dinner and I ended up winning a giant bear at the ring toss, giving it to Mia. After a couple of hours of treats, games and rides, everyone started getting tired.

"Hello guys." "Hello boss, we have a request?" "That is?" "Pizza!" They screamed. "Okay." He gave a chuckle. "Flavours?" "Pepperoni, margarita and chicken beef combo." "Alright." He replied before the line went dead. “He said okay.” They had million-dollar smiles on their faces.