[This story was written before the official release of Sister Location, so some events are not totally accurate. If you want a more accurate fanfiction, read Saturday Night] "Deep below ground where memories sleep anger is restless and secrets don't keep . . ." Reporter Sabrina Carolina and cameraman Mike Hamford have received possibly the biggest job of their careers: find the true story behind Fazbear and Friend's Pizza. After some undercover research, they discover the company which sold Fazbear Entertainment its animatronics. While Freddy's Pizzeria experienced hauntings, the animatronic company had horrors of its own. Sabrina can't help asking herself if the two incidents are connected. Curiosity could kill the reporter . . .

"Let's play this game!!!" exclaimed Leo one day over Skype, I don't know why we agreed to this but it might turn out to be at least slightly enjoyable. Come find out!

This is a story about a cat names Wolftooth, who was the runt of her litter. She wasn't automatically finding her way in life, and this is the story of how she found her way from her brother's shadow. A warrior cats fanfic All characters used are either mine or canon

Hi! I was bored, so I thought I should make a new story, and I was like,"what can I do that requires almost no effort?" And I came up with this. I hope you enjoy.

Hey guys, I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good by putting another one of these books on Wattpad! I know that there are loads of Harry Potter meme books, but I love HARRY POTTER so ..... yup . Note From The Future: Half of these may or may not be random posts for your entertainment. 😉 Also, the most of these chats are mine, but the memes and a few chats are from other people, so, I dont get any credit, they do. I've just screenshoted. So please don't accuse mah of copyright. WARNING : FEELS WHAT ARE YOU DOING STILL READING THIS, STOP AND START THE BOOK!! PEACE

memesssssss ｗａｒｎｉｎｇ: this book is really old and contains memes from like 2015. proceed at your own risk 💀

CAT MEMES

Lots of funny memes

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

the Journal of a young girl named Sally. her mom drinks and does nothing, and one day she loses her job. now, to help pay the bills, little Sally goes and works at a music shop. she makes new friends, gains support and is happy once again. that is, until one day her mom decides that Sally needs a beat down. but, with her friend's help, Sally's dead-beat mother get's sent rehab. her dad (who had left) takes her in. you would think that it's a somewhat happy story right? it is if you look past the fact that happiness can't bring back the dead.