FnaJ: WTF? (part 4)

Story by nitro_wolf on SoFurry

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#10 of FnaJ: WTF?

Sorry for not uploading anything to this story in months, but my computer is total crap


I slowly and carefully walked out of the safe room and headed towards the show stage.

"Hey Carl" I said and waved "think you could follow me?"

The large, animatronic-puppet ice cream kind of came alive and said "hey... Sure I can follow you" and he slowly drifted towards me.

I walked towards the safe room, stopping to check that Carl was still following me. I walked into the safe room and watched as Stan tore him apart and dragged the parts into the room.

Stan looked at his watch and said "we got lots of time... Go get Jake too"

I simply nodded and walked back to the stage and saw that not only was Jake the last one on stage, but he was a snake... "I hate snakes" I thought out loud and sighed. "Jake!"

The animatronic snake jumped up and said "don't scare me like that!"

I shook my head and shivered a bit "follow me..." was all I said and the snake slithered towards me...

I walked back to the safe room and kept checking behind me, in fear and lack of trust for snakes. I was pretty happy watching Stan tear him apart.

I carefully pulled the suit off, part by part. Stan turned towards me when he was dragging the parts in and shouted "Never try to climb out of these things by yourself again!" he took a deep breath and said "it can be very dangerous"

"uhhhh... Okay" I said "well none the less... I got the suit off, I'm heading home"

"Same time tomorrow" Stan said "We just need to get Foxy"

Not Foxy! I thought as I walked out.

Another furry dream!

I was kissing this rather cute typical red fox at some kids birthday party, he asked "dude, do you really like me like that?" I only nodded, he kissed me back. I brought him home with me and gave him a box of frosted flakes with my phone number on...

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Donald Trump was in my dream

I was going out in boat, hitting every rock in sight and saying to my self "Tomorrow, Donald Trump wants me to take him cod fishing..." But I really didn't want to be associated with Mr. Trump, so I took my gaff and started beating it down through my...

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a dream about revenge

I was walking through the woods, all of a sudden, a rabbit ran out of the trees and kicked me in the balls and tried to run off... But, no! dream me wasn't having any of this crap! I pulled a massive revolver from thin air! (Btw, I don't own a revolver...

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