Mark Fnaf Bully Novels & Stories

Marcus fixed his eyes on me, "I've been trying to reach you. I wanted to talk to you.” “About my brother?” my voice sounded strange, my throat itched. His expression softened, “That too.” Sean's eyes flicked toward me. He gave me an assuring nod. Marcus leaned back slightly, "I didn't want to scare you with the message but I thought you should know. Some of the dumb people in our grade sent the videos about you getting bullied to someone who was asking them for it and apparently that person wanted to know everything about your past and even your scars."

NO MORE FEAR. They stapled them across the school walls, tucked them into lockers, slid them beneath classroom doors. By the time the bell rang that morning, Brentford Academy was buzzing. Scene Ends – Helena’s Reflection That night, Helena sat at her desk, staring at a photo of Sophia—taped inside her journal. “I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered. Outside her window, the school loomed in the darkness. And tomorrow, it would learn what happened… when the bullied finally fought back.

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.

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.

It is sick because I shouldn't be feeling this way about my bully, someone who gets off from bullying me, for making sure that I am messed up. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He pushed his hands inside his jeans trousers and smiled at me. He. Really. Smiled. At. Me! I couldn't believe it. He has never smiled at me before he either smirked or glared at me but never smiled so I don't understand what made him smile. "I was driving pass and I saw you working like a messed up teenager so I stopped to know what's going on with you why are you so lost?" He asked me.

“He won’t be bothering you for at least two years. He’s been sent to a disciplinary camp in New York, to reflect on his actions.” “What?” I looked around at everyone, alarmed. “But…he’s one of you!” “Aurora, he may be one of us, but so are you.” Maya placed a hand on my shoulders gently. “You are Caleb’s mate, and he treated you horribly. And not just you. We have had reports about his bullying from others at the school as well. It was time he was taught a lesson.” I wasn’t sure about how I felt. Relieved? Guilty? A little satisfied? Probably a mixture of all three at the same time.

His gaze was even scarier than Lenny's when bullying someone. "I could have kept my mouth shut, but a lot of students were watching! They could have said something!" cried Mrs. Merry in a panic. "We're only high schoolers! We don't know what to do at a time like this! So, this is your job! I'll make sure Marko doesn't die, so don't worry!" After saying that, Kenan stood up, looked at Mrs. Merry for a moment, then walked away and left the room. I, who was too confused about how to react, ran outside to catch up with Kenan.