Pawford, Ch 5: It's Just a Skin Flick
Arizona was behind the bar that night, but he was working the far side of the counter; the bartender handling our corner was a no-nonsense blue heeler named matty.
Blood Shift
the idea of them really walking around at night didn't sound right, he had seen animatronics before, and he never heard of any of them having to move themselves around at night.
Fear
He whispered to himself as he swung his legs out of his bed, "why do i keep having that dream..." his paws met the cold floor with a wet stick.
Night 1 - Arrival at Freddies
Walking in i found myself face to face with the manager, mr. fazebear. "hello jason. thank you for taking up the spot left by the previous night guard, he decided to quit after only a short time.
Nocturnal Encounters
Eddie looked out of his bedroom and knew the time was right to leave. often he snuck out at night, when nobody could see him, towards the forest.
Poem: The End of a Lonely Night
the time: dark enough to see the city from these outskirts and without a decent cup of coffee. i stare out the large, lone window always big enough for that cliché jump and splatter without hitting the so few flowers at the entrance.
Beachside Thought
There's something about the ocean at night.. that can't be described. the salty smell, the deafening murmur of water reaching to freeze your paws, the absense of something to visually focus on...
A Visitor
the night outside was alive with the sounds of frogs and the small nocturnal birds that came out after the sun had poured its last rays upon the earth.
FNAF: Love Story Chapter 1
First off i make no claims whatsoever towards the ownership of five nights at freddy's or any of its characters. i just love playing the game.
Pawford, Ch 6: Hangin' Out
Out of the side of his muzzle when he did.
A Night In
Because there was something more awkward than having to look your roommate in the eye after a night of no-strings fun, and that was having to look him in the eye after having offered a night of no-strings fun only to be rejected.
Poem: The Grass is Soft
I lay here slipping and look to the bright sky. the grass feels so soft. the sky begins to change. purples and pinks appear with no single sound they blend together to form the night's blues and blacks.