Funny Springtrap Novels & Stories

I asked, hoping he would at least give me a glimpse into how the past few years had treated him but he quickly snapped out of his sharing mood. "I'm going to pull this lever," he said, pointing at something I didn't bother to look at. "The moment I do, you're going to hop on my back and I'm gonna run like hell." I frowned, glancing at him warily. "Why?" "You'll find out," he wiggled his brows, a playful smile on his face. "Okay," he let out, his expression turning serious. "Now!" He pulled the lever. Whimpering, I shifted my body weight to his back and held on to his shoulders tightly as he started sprinting the moment I was on his back properly. He managed to get several paces in and a good

"Why are you always such a brat!" Trey says, slamming the door behind me and throwing his tie down on the entryway table. "Maybe you need to stop being such a dick. I'm not property Trey, a human being here." I said turning to face him. He always looks so sexy when he gets riled up. "Listen here baby, you are going to have to stop these charades," Trey says cracking his neck and walking me up against the wall in the entryway. "Or what?" I said knowing damn well that I was challenging him. "Or you are going to start getting punishments that you may not like." He said leaning further down to kiss me.

She looked like a steaming kettle as she lunged for the necklace, her hands clawing at it. After several failed attempts, I felt the chain dig into the back of my neck, drawing blood. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I lifted my gaze toward the outside. The only sound was the distant barking of dogs—no sign of life anywhere. All the guards York had stationed on the island were mysteriously absent, leaving me feeling vulnerable. I let out a gasp of pain. The chain finally snapped. Luna's eyes lit up as she gazed at the necklace in her hands. "I heard that when York returned to the country, he spent a fortune at the auction—was it 100 million for this?"

He danced backward like a smug leaf on wind. I had to dive into the freezing water. I shrieked, but I grabbed the token, held it high like a glorious trophy, and pulled myself out. Sari offered a vine. I accepted it with grumbles. Then we heard Brinn yell up ahead—he’d triggered a spring trap (again). There he was, dangling from a tree like a flailing potato. Aya stood below, giggling. This game was chaos. Or is it just us?

Angry Fox murmurs something. “What was that?” Big Jim asks, cupping a hand behind his ear. “BOY PUTS ON THE CUFFS,” Angry Fox yells through the thick layers of cotton and polyurethane. “Looks like you got a date, Trent,” Big Jim says. Pink Bunny tosses the handcuffs to Trent, who catches them, before turning to Carrie crouched beside the mini-car’s front wheel. Gripping his rifle two-handed now, Pink Bunny screeches: “BOY CUFFS HIMSELF TO GIRL.”

Clayton inspected her leg, relieved to find that it was still attached and not broken, although the skin was torn and ripped. Camden's wolf looked up at Clayton, her eyes filled with pain and confusion, as if seeking guidance. "It's going to be fine," he reassured her, his voice filled with tenderness. "Just try not to move too much." He examined the trap, his mind racing to find a solution. He saw that it was spring-loaded, with wings on either side that should release if pressed down. With cautious hope, he pressed the wings down, gently at first, hoping to alleviate any added pressure on her wound. As the teeth of the trap began to loosen, he applied more pressure, pushing the wings hard

He used the tree branch and jumped up a little and as the boar moved past him, he jumped at the back of it and stabbed it in its stomach It started shouting in pain. [damn, that didn't go deep] the boar was running aimlessly in pain ... Will suddenly remembered that he made a trap nearby he ran towards the trap which is a sharp tooth jaw machinery that activates when an animal steps inside. It closes as soon as a leg is entered and the sharp tooth stabs in the feet making it unable to move. And succeeded, but the boar got stuck. It is struggling to get free while its moments make its skin peeled by the sharp tooth of the machinery.

Stephen threw a tantrum in front of the two of them. Jasper’s expression instantly turned dark. ‘Great. I take back my words. ‘This fool is extremely annoying!’ There was nothing that Summer could do. She purchased some tokens and started to play with the claw machine. “Oops. That was close. “This one! Oh, no. Oh, man!” Summer and Stephen were having fun together. They were really into the game. Jasper stood aside and watched them in silence. He watched how Summer’s eyes lit up and then filled with disappointment when the dolls fell off the claw in the machine.

Sparrow grinned, fed the specially programmed strip of "live" metal into the appropriate slot, and waited for the device to figure out which of the more than one hundred thousand possible shapes programmed into its memory would handle this particular lock. He had won the tool in a poker game, and used it ever since. Less than three seconds had elapsed when Marco heard a decisive click, saw the noncom turn the handle, and watched the door swing open.