Mark Fnaf Bully Novels & Stories

Amber’s POV “H-He always bullies me,” I whispered, my voice remaining surprisingly calm despite the pain short-circuiting my brain. The principal frowned, folding his arms across his chest like this wasn’t something new. “That’s not a valid reason, Miss Darlington. I don’t think Alpha Mason is a bully,” he said strictly, as if his word was law in the pack’s school system.

The online video has been updated again! Even though it was blurred out, it still exposed the bully's identity! And it marked its identity like this!

I smirk. “That's fucking crazy.” “That's not something someone should say after I got your bully off your back and also bought this hospital for you.”

“Mr. Breaker, I'm here because of Christine. I need to make sure that she is okay and wouldn't get bullied in a place like this. You can carry on with your meeting and don't mind me.” Mark was the one who spoke as just Lane was about to say something in response to Kai's question. “Bully? I don't understand what you mean by that?” Kai asked. “Since you didn't know what happened in the lobby, Mr. Breaker. I would like to let you know that two of your models tried to bully and harass my fiance." Mark confidently replied.

I turn back to see who’s the one who did it and an unfamiliar student gives me his devilish grin. “You really turned me on. I will fuck yo-“ He cut off when someone kick him on his torso. The bully guy fell on his butt. And the owner of the kick is none other than, Finn Thompson, one of the elites that are part of the VIP class. “Sorry. Just taking orders.” Just like a queue, Henrick tapped his shoulder. “Done. It’s quiet now.” Finn smiled proudly at Henrick and stared back at the guy that he kicked still on the floor.

Dear moon goddess. I forced spit down my throat, at the same time feeling the beads of sweat around my forehead. Calming myself down, I got to work. Once again, phew. All the while I worked, the images of Piccolo Maestro invaded my thoughts. No matter how I tried to chase them away, I failed. I couldn't help but feel annoyed at Mia. She probably had done this on purpose. Yes, to spite me. I sighed. I couldn't tell what joy people derived from bullying others. Like why exactly do they do that? It was just awful.

He was a creepy gothic-looking kid who was friends with just about everyone and never seemed particularly depressed despite his all-black attire. "You do?" Mrs Kendall looked confused. "Hmm. It says under the 'Don'ts' not to hit the bully. If someone bullied me, I wouldn't just hit them. I'd pin 'em down by their ears so they could look me in the eyes while I bit their nose off," he explained. "Okay, Felix." Mrs Kendall nodded and rolled her eyes. Nobody would dare bully Felix. 'I wish I were more like him,' Jamie thought. 'Why can't I be confident like him? Why can't I say those things?'

Not that I would know what his genuine smile would look like but the one he was giving to the girl was straight out of some textbook picture. “Now him,” she said, pointing towards the bulkiest of them all. He was one head taller and broader than everyone else. “That’s Ryan Wolfe. He literally has no brain, only muscles. His parents had to pull some strings to get him into this college.” “See that one?” A black-haired guy standing with his headphones on with a bored expression. “Ethan Cross, he’s probably the only booksmart guy in their group and the only reason he is in their group.”

"If you're not going to eat anything, I'll force-feed you." "You…" Agatha felt humiliated. "Aren't you afraid you would get what's coming for you for bullying a 100-year-old woman?" "If making you eat something is considered bullying…" Mark snickered. "Then, based on all the crimes I committed in the past, I would have been struck by lightning a long time ago. I would have died." Mark's patience was wearing thin. "Damn it, you old hag. Are you going to eat it or not?"

Razl growled, scanning the crowd for the guilty party, but all he saw was a sea of angry faces. “I don’t know about the rest of you,” Glenn’s brother, Mark, muttered, puffing up his chest as he came toward them, “but I think a night in lock-up might do him some good.” He started to lower his hand toward the hip holster he always wore for his gun, but Razl beat him to the draw. He whipped his Beretta from his waistband behind his back, aiming it point-blank at the center of the Lycan’s forehead. Slowly releasing the gun’s safety, Razl narrowed his eyes on the younger Farrow. “You need to walk away, Mark. Right now. Because I am done with this shit.”