Gregory Fnaf Age Novels & Stories

Never taking anything serious. Little Nate is the youngest at 14. He’s never been the same since our parents. He was always an inquisitive, bubbly boy but when they died, he shut us out. Rarely talks to many people and spends his days going to school then coming home and playing video games. He has started hearing his wolf though so I’m hoping that when he finally shifts it might help him open up more.

“So, how old is Derick, your parents, and, um, Greg too?” “Macy, the only person you should be concerned about is me, no one else,” I said as I held her chin, lifting her head to meet my gaze. “Nevertheless, since you’ve asked, I’ll tell you. My parents are both a thousand years old, Derick is six hundred years old, and Greg is just four hundred years old, he’s basically a baby,” I continued. “You call someone who’s four hundred years old a baby!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

she groaned, “sleepy, and I am in desperate need of a fucking hot bath,” As usual, Gregory found her snarky replies amusing or like he always said, a turn-on. His thinning blond hair fell to his face which was a sweaty mess and his pale cheeks were deeply flushed from having one too many. Gregory is a slightly attractive middle-aged man that didn’t know his limits until they ran him over like a fucking train. He still had on his ‘UNIVERSE OF GREG’ birthday shirt and despite his eyes being half closed from being wasted, he still had a glass of whiskey in one hand and a rolled blunt in another.

Greg said with a small snicker, “Look how she’s sitting in the back all alone. All that’s left is a car seat.” “I swear I’m going to kill you once this is over.” I growled. “Stop,” Logan said and I stopped the spew of curses that were about to come out, “Both of you are acting like children,” “No we aren’t,” we said at the same time and I turned to glare at Greg. “I just want to know how old he is.” I said, “I already know his birthday is in March.” “I’m ages older than you sweetheart,” Greg said with a wink and I rolled my eyes, “Your little brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend my age.”

Greg shrugged nonchalantly, smiling as he added, "I’m a very open-minded young man, unlike those three old fossils, with their villas and all. Who even wants to live in a villa these days? Ordering takeout takes hours!" Dean couldn’t help but laugh lightly. "You talk as if you’re that young." Greg raised an eyebrow. "I’m 27." Dean was taken aback for a moment. "You are younger than them… Well, in that case, you still need to promise me you won’t force me, and you won’t limit my freedom." Greg shook his head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "The way you say it, you'd think I’ve been forcing you."

There is no information about life before that, the names of their parents, place of birth, not even the date of birth. There are only a few articles that state that Nicholas Shaw is 32 years old and Gregory Shaw is 30 years old. But their faces look four years younger than the stated age. Lots of gossip articles about Gregory Shaw and his girlfriends that change almost every week, the rows of photos of him smiling broadly with the ladies make me a little nauseous. Did He bite them too?

Stephanie said, "Yes. We may not be entirely drunk, but I believe we should let go a little. She cast a glance across toward the wet bar past his shoulder. After looking in the direction she was facing, Greg turned to face her again. God, you have to be kidding. He chuckled. Dad would murder us, though. "We're grownups. I'm almost twenty, by golly." "However, in Dad's opinion, we are a long way from twenty-one. On my eighteenth birthday, he hardly gave me two sips of beer." Stephanie supported herself by leaning in slightly, which caused her arms to slightly compress her breasts. Greg swallowed while attempting to make eye contact.

—You have a beautiful daughter, Gregorio —Mathias's father says. —Thank you, she's my treasure, the most precious thing I have. How about, so these youngsters don't get bored with us, Nefertary gives Mathias a tour of the mansion? —What the hell?— What do you think, Mathias? That way you won't be stuck with us old folks. —Gregorio, don't exaggerate —Mr. Matteo said. —Father, how can you say you're old when you're only 47? Don't be so dramatic —I give him a gentle smile. That word is definitely one of my favorites.

They would go to parties together and hang out as a group with Anderson and Erick, amongst some others of Greggory’s friends from Moon-Valley. Jess looked up to Greggory as well; he was about 5 years older than us and one of the youngest Alpha’s known. His father passed away at an early age from a fast-moving and rare disease. Greggory took over as Alpha at the young age of 15. Which is something we strongly admired about him.