Mark Fnaf Bully の小説・ストーリー

But the healed bruises beneath his uniform throbbed with every movement, fueling his rage rather than dulling it. He stabbed his fork into his food and looked around. “Did anyone see Jordan?” he asked casually, though his eyes burned with anticipation. One of his friends chuckled. “After that well-planned punishment from Mr. Boorman? No way. Anyone would be crawling after that.” Marko smirked. “He’s probably at the healer’s quarters right now, cooling his head.” Laughter erupted around the table. Marvin leaned back, satisfaction curling his lips. “Good. That mutt finally got what he deserved.”

"If I hadn't of marked her and sensed her fear, he could have slipped out with her—," Dad put his hand on Alex’s shoulder. "A new guard, Chance, thought he was part of the pack. He knew enough about you to talk him into it. I've taken care of it." Alex’s gaze swept over the room, and landed on the pup. He wanted to lash out, but didn't. He cracked his neck and braced his hands on the back of his chair. "How far out is Mark?" "Should be here any second. What do you know about this guy? He's a professor at the school, and what else?"

I wasnt in the mood to sass him or call him a bimbo looking Ken doll, so I hissed and turned my attention back to my friends. I felt his clammy hands caress my arm and it took the grace of God to not slap the devil out of him. I shot him a warning glare and scooted as far as I could. "Aren't you at least going to ask my name?" He asked, suppressing a chuckle. "No" I spat. "C'mmon Maddy, I'm just trying to be friendly" he said with a smile. "How do you know my name?" I frowned. "Your friend, Lauren" he shrugged.

At that moment, I fear he has wicked intentions for me, and the possibility of making them happen is what makes him smile. For ten years, a whole decade, I’ve known him as my bully. All the memories of the hell he put me through won’t suddenly disappear just because he’s smiling at me and doing some voodoo to strengthen our bond while I was unconscious. Even if he starts caring about me all of a sudden, that won’t change anything. “You don't like it?” he asks with a playful smirk. I have no answer to that question. Even if I did, I’d rather go back to the other world I was in than admit it.

she hisses, “hired an investigator to dig up my family secrets. What kind of 12-year-old wastes their time and money researching the private life of another student? Anyway, he used his newfound information to harass me and then spread the information throughout the student body. When my father brought it up to the principal and demanded to know what the school was going to do to make the bullying stop, the principal laughed in his face.” “My father threatened to sue them, to have the school shut down. And he meant it. But do you know what the principal said? He told my dad that he was more afraid of Maximillion Preston III than he was of anything my father could do. Max Preston didn’t just

“You’re a lousy role model for your kid. Treating others with insolence, not even bothering to learn the truth? Now I see where your son’s arrogance comes from—a failed parent.” Marcus, the hulking ten-year-old bully, stood frozen, his designer clothes suddenly seeming too big for his shrinking bravado. His gang of five, their earlier laughter silenced, shuffled uneasily, their eyes darting between Nero and their leader’s humiliated mother. The triplets clung to Samantha, their small hands gripping her skirt, their faces a mix of awe and fear as they watched their father command the room.

They laugh when for sure you don't see any reason that you see. ” I don't know about that ?” I challenge him back wondering where I have got that acidity to even talk back to him like that. All those times that he has bullied me, all that I do is to look on and cry out. However during the holiday I tried to make myself stop crying over him and that is what am doing right now “ When don't you give the girl her fucking Peace? ” we are both startled by a sudden Famine voice Behind us making the all of turn to see who is that.

My night was just ruined even though I don't remember anything that happened even though I can't remember what my parents looks like or my life with them neither was there any feeling of connection towards them but as a human I feel sad for what's going on and I feel sad that I'm going to be the one to pay the price for something I know nothing about. I mean this is b******* this is nonsense why am I going to pay me for something I don't know anything about, why is he being mean to me? And why is my stupid heart beating so loudly for him what am I hearing for his attention why do I care if he treats me right or not why do I have to care about him about my bully someone who has made sure to m

Through the gaps in the crowd my eyes suddenly caught a figure standing completely still at the end of the hallway. Julian Vance was leaning against a stone pillar. His arms were crossed tight over his chest. His black leather jacket made him look like a stain against the clean white walls. He did not have his phone out. He was not shouting. He just stood there with a smirk on his handsome lips watching the school crowd tear my life apart.

“She smiles more now.” Tommy grinned slowly. “Maybe somebody should stop bullying her then.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t bully her.” All three of them stared at me silently. Then Tyler burst out laughing. “BRO.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face. But even while they laughed— One thought stayed stuck in my head. Hannah Foster was changing. Slowly. Quietly. And somehow… I had a feeling our story was only beginning.