IdontknowItsme

(Reader's POV) I slammed my hand on button to shut the left door as Foxy pounded on it. He was there longer than usual which sent chills down my spine. His robotic voice glitched as he pounded harder. "L-Let me in la-lass! I only wan-want to meet--eat--you!" his voice glitched. Fear pounded in my heart as my phone went off. I quickly and shakily answered it, slamming the right door shut when Bonnie appeared. "H-Hello?" i stuttered. "Hey, Doll. Sorry i couldn't make it tonight. Jeremy needed my help with something." the voice of my boyfriend, Mike, said. I smiled slightly but it quickly disappeared when Foxy pounded again. "I-It's alright,

(warning: this story is not happy at the beginning. There is attempted suicide and depression. If you aren't comfortable with it i suggest you don't read.) The thing about goodbyes is... Bright sunlight streamed through the window of the small white room. The curtains blew in the small breeze but you could be bothered with none of that. You stared aimlessly at the white walls. Some of the paint happened to be peeling in the corner and you had the sudden urge to pick at it, to help it fall. But you couldn't do that, no they would probably just keep you here longer for destruction of property. They wouldn't see such a thing as you helping t

Over time Mycroft kept making excuses and reasons to turn up at Baker Street and see you, much to the displeasure of Sherlock. This day was no different and it was only you in the flat with the boys on a case when Mycroft arrived claiming he needed to speak to Sherlock about some state business and a very important matter. ‘Would you like some tea?’ you asked him, heading to the kitchen. By now you knew he was very particular in the way his tea was made and even in what cup he drank it from. ‘That would be lovely,’ he said, sitting in John’s chair. You returned with the tea and sat facing him in Sherlock&rsquo

  Author's Note: I'm honestly not sure when this takes place, again probably sometime before the 57th Expedition. “__y/n__, be careful.” Your best friend, Armin, pleaded.   “When am I not careful?” You teased as you sharpened extra blades for your 3D maneuvering device.   “There was that time when you got in that fight because some boys called me a wimp, and then there was that other time when you threatened those kids for picking on me. Oh, and you-“   “Never mind, I get it.” You interrupted. You guess Armin did have a point, there had been some times when you weren’t particularly safe.

 I've made a one shot similar to this but this one will feature more plot and chapters...I hope you all like this. Ever since I watched Walking Dead, I'm like, what if this were to happen? I think it would of been a cool idea for the writers to explore the idea of this but it'll probably won't happen...but there's Warm Bodies and I'm sure there's other such ideas that cover this too....well, enjoy! Ch 1: The Mark of A Death How did it all started? How did I end up becoming this heap of death you can say? I'll try to recover as much as I can now. There's so much going on around me. I see them trying to bring me back to life. They think I

*READ DESCRIPTION FIRST PLEASE!*       The loud cheers of the soldiers erupted from all around, humanity has won. The battle was over, the pain, heartbreaks and sufferings are done. No more sacrifices and unexpected deaths are to occur any more. But a certain blonde didn't quite agree to that, in a street full of rubble and debris, his shaking form stood, his breathing coming in between sobs as his knees buckled and he knelt down beside your wounded form. His face stricken with grief.        The village now fell upon silence, layers of snow covering the floor, you're body limp and weak as it lay motionless on the cold ground, your eyes st