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A Pirates Life *Prolouge*
Gather around gather around! For its time to tell a story! But not just any story! But a story that takes place on the sea's above the fishes and dolphins home, where cruel beasts that sail the seven sea's in search of grand treasure and booty!!
Yep~! We're going to embark on a journey with the biggest, strongest, and not quite baddest Pirate crew of the grand sea's stretching all over the planet we call home~!
Follow closely m'dears, for this story holds magical beings, and cruel leaders. And don't forget the biggest part! true love!
Now now, keep those tongues in your mouth and quit your gagging! This is no normal true love, no no! This one will be a magical one!!
Join me now m'dears! Let us follow the tail of an eccentric duo, and the dangers they must face to be with one another~!
FNaF OC: HowlerName: Howler
Species: Animatronic Wolf
Location: Kid's Area
Colors: Black/Grey/a tad bit of white Left eye purple right eye Blue(blue eye is hanging slightly out of eye)
Looks: He's mostly grey, with a nice long fluffy black tail, black belly and a thick black streak running down is back. The tips of his ears are white and he wears a black and white checkered bandana/handkerchief thingy around his neck. He's about the same height as Foxy, maybe just a tad taller.
First Appearance: Night 2(rare) Night 3/4 and so on
Work: He is used to entertain the kids by reading stories to them and playing games. he used to work with Foxy a couple of times but since the "Bite of '87" happened, he was pretty stuck in the Kid's Area and only came out once in a while.
Attitude/Personality: Howler is a hyper and cheerful wolf. He acts like a kid in way, and loves playing. He's also a very curious and sneaky one. He also loves to howl, hence why his n
Foxy x Reader- My Hero Is a Robotic Fox
Fem! or Male!Reader- Your choice
Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!
A fun and Magical place for everyone! Except for Foxy. Since the tragic incident, "The Bite of '87" Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was anything BUT fun and magical for the Pirate fox animatronic. He had to be hidden behind the star designed purple curtain of his little stage at Pirate Cove, forced to hear the laughter and enjoyment of the children he used to perform for because of a malfunction that occurred in his wiring. He didn't mean to hurt the young child! He went to bend down to the child's height to listen to what the child had to say, but something broke, causing his head to fall over, jaw open and clamp upon the front of the poor child's young head. He remembered the screams, not only from the child in his mouth, but from everyone who was witnessing the event. He was so shocked, not able to comprehend what happened until a
Jeff the Killer x Reader: Bad Feeling~Enjoy motherfuckers...jk jk, I love you all <3
(Name)- Insert your name here
(E/C)- insert the color of your eyes here
(B/D)- insert your bed design here(example-purple and black checkered bed)
(C/T)- insert your curtain design/theme here
(R/C)- Insert the color of your room here
(D/N)- Dog name
There was always this... feeling... And this voice. This was a small, almost unnoticeable voice in the back of her head. It always sounded like it was pleading. And it sounded exactly like her voice too. It would come when he was around. But she chose to ignore it.
'Run.' It would cry. The feeling that came with it would pound against her heart, like the pounding one would get when the person they love would be near, or interacting with them.
But this pounding hurt.
(Name) is a strong person. But her strength blinded her from logic and taking the time to think things through. So when the day came when her child hood best friend, Jeffrey Woods confessed t
Male!Reader x Santa x 2Male!ReaderHahhaaaa.... :icondrunkplz:
I Saw (1Name) Kissing Santa Claus
(2Name) woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one small box that looked like a (fav small thing/toy).
Then (2Name) noticed that (1Name) was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
(2name) thought that he would surprise (1Name). Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him. That always made (1Name) laugh.
(2Name) crept silently down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its bright Christmas lights, and the presents, heaped up together, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and (1Name). Kissing someone.
(2Name) was so angry, he picked up the nearby T.V. remote from a table and threw it towards (1Name), barely missing him.
The Little Angel That Fell From Heaven EJxA!ReaderA soft breeze brushed through the air, rattling the early crisp Autumn leaves that decorated the branches on trees all around the field of large towering towers of bark. Red, brown, and orange-yellow leaves adorn not only the trees, but the twig-riddled dirt ground. Due to the lack of leaves on the clutter of trees, more sunlight was able to pour into the usually dark crowd of trees. It was truly a precious sight. So was the fluffy silk white clouds that floated lazily across the blue sky, once in a while blocking the Sun's rays from shining, dimming the Earth's surface.
The crunching the dead leaves echoed around the usual eerie forest, breaking the silence. A dark figure trudged passed the lanky trees, stepping over fallen branches and hopping over holes and slopes. He was swift and graceful with each step and leap, easily dodging the intacted arms the bark towers had. He knew this forest like the back of his grey hand.
Eventually, he made it to a part where the trees were more sprea
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
Masky and HoodieWhat up guys? I'm Masky. I work for Slenderman.
So does Hoodie. We're his proxies. Try to escape us if you can.
You may think we're just humans but we can still bring you loss.
Slender sickness isn't a trait that solely belongs to our boss.
We'll lead you into Slender's woods where you'll find all his pages.
Try and run while you can but you cannot escape us.
Just surrender to your fate cause there's no way to escape.
You can run but can't hide. No right choices can you make.
You see, if our boss doesn't kill you, we will.
You might as well just swallow your future like a pill.
Either way you look at this, we know you're gonna die.
Wandering into Slender's words means you'll never make it out alive.
Rulers of the ForestDark and misty
Kind of trippy
feel the cold breeze
A shiver a fear
You sense something near
A giggle, a cackle
Watching your every move
Every step, every groove
Only a small bit of light
Unfortunately its no bright
Their sharpening their weapons
ready to have some fun
For you are it
They'll chop you to bits
Eat your organs
Tie you up
Leaving you hanging
Your life is diminishing
No more happiness
here in the forest
For you have just met
The Rulers of this Dark Forest.
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