Withered Chica Voice Lines Novels & Stories

If you are one of those people who take about thirty minutes to wake up after you've woken up, you would understand me. This better be good Chantelle, or i will haunt you. When i hit the play button, her voice comes out clear and loud, and stoic. The place must be really empty because there are no sounds, no weight, no presence but her's. "Chidi... Chidi... He did it again." She says. Aswear, she low key sounds roboticized. He did it... He did it again....

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

The sharp pain coming from her face cut the young girl's chanting short The audience under the stage just saw, originally in the young girl ten meters at the Char without warning disappeared, reappeared when Char's hand has been pressed on the young girl's face, curved fingers on a meridian clearly visible, can be imagined that the Char used how much power - "You're... really weird... monsters" the young girl held up her hands to signal her surrender "Hey, didn't your mother teach you that it's bad to talk bad about others" Char turned to the young girl and pulled her by the hair, dragging her step by step to the edge of the boundary "This student, she has surrendered, please stop" said the

‎ ‎Her voice, soft and hollow, echoes through the wind. ‎ ‎“I will rise again… even in death. Remember that Elara.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she sauntered forward, her footsteps echoing ominously. “Poor little Luna,” Thana’s voice slithered through the air, cold and mocking. “So helpless. So broken. Do you really think anyone will come for you? Soon, you’ll have no choice but to accept your cruel fate.” Thana’s voice grew louder, more menacing. “And when the moment comes, I will be the most powerful being in the entire world!”

A mellifluous, feminine voice that reminded me of Rachel Weisz drew my attention. I blinked as I realized it was Shikoba. Well, not her directly, but it came from the phone in her right hand while she pointed to the bathroom with her left. So that’s the programmed voice Jonathan used for her text-to-speech program. It’s much better quality than most would get from such an app. I’m glad he didn’t give her some generic computerized voice. You’d probably believe she was speaking if she’d moved her lips with the words. “I… I don’t need to use the restroom. Miss Fayte was teasing.” Rohan looked even redder as he finally stepped out of the elevator, or more so, was yanked out by Jonathan.

Ji'lahni, Lynn, Lucky, Charms, Dilara, Zyriah, and Dom: “Damn bitch you better get up and try that shit again. I don't know what happen, did you trip over your feet.” Ji'lahni said laughing. Dilara growling angrily as she charged at Lucky again. “You're right Charms this is about to be fun.” Lucky said as she prepared to beat that bitch ass.

She hoped she had pronounced that one correctly; the sister at the Citadel who kept the records had found few references to the Jivanaar leader’s title. A hint of a sideways smile quirked a corner of his mouth, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she had gotten it correct or incorrect. Before either of them could speak again, another individual stepped from the flowers to stand beside the first. This was clearly a female, very similar in appearance, but with lighter hair and more delicate features in addition to her subtle feminine curves. Her eyes were a golden color. She spoke softly to the first in their own language. He replied and she eyed the two women carefully. They engaged in furt

Her voice carried a deep, resonant fury and finality, echoing through the air as if delivering a verdict on behalf of all the victims. Yolanda's gaze began to drift, her body slowly slumping as if losing the last flicker of life. Her head drooped, surrendering to the inevitable end. Yet Lisa did not falter. With a steely resolve, she lifted her hand once more, her eyes as cold as ice. Her voice was unyielding as she declared, “And this final one,” plunging it forcefully into Yolanda’s throat, “is on behalf of Neil, the kindest soul the world has ever known.”

Still recording. And suddenly— A distorted voice echoed from the speaker. Soft. Calm. Terrifying. “Interesting,” the voice murmured. Veronica gasped quietly. Joy stepped backward instinctively. Christiana’s grip tightened around the phone. “Who are you?” she demanded. A low chuckle came through the speaker. “You’re asking the wrong question.” The voice sounded altered electronically, impossible to identify. Male? Female? They couldn’t tell. “The right question,” the voice continued slowly,