Springtrap X Puppet Novels & Stories

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

A War Puppet, the dream of every warlock, naturally possessed unique qualities. How fierce! Mister Xeno panicked, shouting, "Let the Sacred Scorpion engage the enemy. Everyone else, retreat quickly!" The strength of the War Puppet was no joke. Anyone below the level of Lord of War was mere cannon fodder. Without absolute strength superiority, engaging meant certain death. Hiss! Seizing a slow runner, the War Puppet effortlessly tore them apart with a single motion. Even a master at the level of Martial Overlord was no match. "Hmph, I want to see how strong you really are!" Mister Xeno's fighting spirit surged as a fiery red snake coiled around his shoulder, eager for action. Seizing the oppo

Although honestly, the restraints are working for me. [Someone hold me. My favorite streamer just dropped a goodbye post. I need to lie down.] Someone snatched my phone away and tossed it aside. "How did you..." An arm wrapped around my waist, and in the next second, our positions flipped completely. "Next time, buy thicker restraints. Otherwise, they can't hold me." I turned my head to dodge the burning kiss, only for it to land against my neck instead, leaving damp heat behind. His lips trailed lower and lower as my leg was lifted...

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

*SLAP* " how dare you? " " honey take it easy on her" " send me the address" I said and left. Mr. Fredrick Is my dad we have been living as a happy family not until my mom got married to Dawson and she chased us away from our house including my sister, days later my dad and sis got into an accident and they have been hospitalized since then. Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman.

a Fang whispered, horrified. "No," Jack corrected, his voice a low growl. "They're just people. Plugged in." The first puppet lunged, swinging a two-foot-long industrial wrench with a force that could crush a skull. A Fang operative met the attack with a blast from his sonic stunner. The puppet staggered back, but its arm, though smoking, kept swinging. It felt no pain. It had no self-preservation. It was a machine made of flesh.

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.

he declared, each step echoing with a sense of impending conflict. With determination in his eyes, Rajeev closed the distance between them and landed a powerful punch on Harsh's face. Staggering from the blow, Harsh attempted to retaliate, his fists clenched in a desperate bid to defend himself. However, Rajeev's aggression and calculated moves gave him the upper hand, overpowering Harsh at every turn.

Charles must have really lost his mind. Through the gap at the bottom of the sack, I could see the man walking closer to us until his mud-caked shoes appeared on the ground in front of me. My hands were completely free now. We were done for. Terrified, I grabbed the rope, trying to look like I was still tied up. However, Charles just stepped up beside me and said impatiently, "Where are the women you promised me? Don't tell me you're trying to scam me by bringing me here.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.