Scary Springtrap Novels & Stories

' She screamed, and tore herself from his tight embrace. Horrified patrons looked down and saw long,skinny claws protruding from the stranger's trousers. He had chicken's feet,a sign of the devil. Other women began to shriek hysterically and say prayers. The stranger walked into the men's cloakroom and disappeared-leaving behind only a strong smell of sulphur-the devil's scent.

Chase looked at the golden liquid pressing against his lips. “Usual,” “We heard some dogs trying to enter the territory,” He added. “I am still sniffing their presence. Once know, you will get the news.” Samson whispered. “Ahhh... that’s what I like about you.” Chase raised the toast and signaled the manager to start the show. He is in his late thirties, running a bikers club with rules and regulations. He was tall and had dusky hair with a cut across his cheeks that gave him a killer look.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

Her mouth opens—probably to argue. Then the next attacker appears at the far end of the hall with something in his hands that makes my blood go ice. A brinks strap. Not cuffs. Not a pair. A single reinforced band designed to cinch fast. Like a muzzle for power. He throws it. It whistles through the air toward the bedroom door. I throw myself sideways and catch it mid-flight with my paw. The strap bites into fur, metal teeth catching, trying to clamp down. Pain sparks up my arm.

I squint. A collar? What on earth does he need a collar for? He clasped it around her neck and pressed a button and her body starts convulsing. “What is that?” “Shocker collar,” Chubby said. He released the button and she sucked in a Shaky breath. He walks back to another dresser and grabs something small. I couldn't see what it was as he folded it into his palm. Chubby and glasses rub their hands together and anticipation. “I love when he uses the nipple clamps,” Glasses said, and chubby nods.

The world already listens. Further down sit Isolde Hartley. Her name card stands alone. Her twin doesn’t not need one. Isolde’s chin is lifted slightly, sharp gaze forward, like someone who has grown up around things that ended arguments permanently. The Hartleys manufactured firearms. Not small ones. Not decorative ones. Weapons governments purchase quietly. Rumor has it they have secret nuclear weapon plants.

She reached down to clear her dead leg from the intake grate, but her hand froze. Deep inside the drainage pipe, a mechanical clicking sound began to vibrate through the metal. It wasn't the sound of a valve opening. It was the heavy, rhythmic snapping of ancient, spring-loaded iron teeth within the lining of the pipe—a secondary quarantine trap designed to prevent anything from swimming out of the deep basin. Before she could drag her torso back into the silt chamber, the first iron ring snapped shut around her left forearm. The metal teeth bit straight through her leather sleeve and into the bone, locking her arm flat against the intake pipe.

I said. 4hrs I was removing all the springlocks from my Nightmare Diablo suit. As I continued removing the springlocks I heard a voice behind me “Arnold” he said I turned around and saw Fritz “oh Fritz something bothering you?” I asked “no… I just came to apologise to you Arnold. I’m sorry, my friends and I thought you're a stranger so we pranked you and everything went fine but everything changed when the springlocks failed and you got skewed and Karuji was mad at us… about it. Do you forgive me” Fritz explained, I hugged Fritz “yes I do forgive you” I said “thanks Arnold” said Fritz. Then I continue removing the springlocks “what are you doing right now?” Fritz asked “right now I’m removin

"Of course Mr. Nicklaus, this are new brands of rifles... You could check out the SCAR rifle too. Nicklaus closed the crate and opened the next one. He took the SPAS68 shotgun and examined it. "Increased range and Damage". Hayato said. "I see". Klaus said and closed it. He moved to the next and opened it. It's was filled pistol with pistols of different brands and colors. "Thought you would need something light too". Hayato said and Nicklaus smiled softly as he approached the last crates. With the size of the crate he knew Hayato now has what he needed the entire time. Nicklaus opened the crate and there was a red Awn sniper.

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.