Michael X Ennard fanfiction

Michael is haunted by ghosts. It doesn't matter. The similarity between him and his father, William- the ghosts want him gone. Luckily, Michael has help, in the form of pre-recorded messages left to him by a former friend. But the past has a way of creeping back in the oddest places... Eight years after the infamous Bite of Eighty-Seven, we pick up the narrative in a smaller, but no less important Pizzeria. Cover art drawn by deviantart user bluedoe63 and colored by AskError87 FNaF belongs to Scott Cawthon. This story makes heavy references to and is modeled from Game Theory's FNaF timeline. Any and all characters and some elements of the story may reference fangames, the FNaF novels, or may be based off of another source. The object is to make this story as canon to the actual lore as possible, but with room for a bit of fun and interpretation (but shouldn't all fics?). All characters belong to respected owners. Drawings are not mine unless noted. If I feature your art, please let me know if you want me to name you for the specific chapter/ take down said art. Fanart is always appreciated! Thank you, and have a wonderful day!

Not every story is told as it should be. Not every monster means to be one. And not every family is functional. Meet the Aftons. William. Michael. Father and Son. Murderer, and Savior. This is their legacy. This is their story. This story is also posted on DeviantArt. All characters belong to their respected owners. All human characters and some elements of the story may reference fangames, the books, or character personalities being based off of another source (such as Rebornica). The object is to make this story as canon to the actual lore as possible, but with room for a bit of fun and interpretation (but shouldn't all fics?) Drawings are not mine unless noted. If I feature your art, please let me know if you want me to name you for the specific chapter/ take down said art. Thank you, and have a wonderful day!

Cover Belongs To MightyHamster Mike goes to the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in order to get a job... He finds out there are murderous humanoids and one of them loves to flirt with him! But as time goes on... Mike's has nightmares of his past and something... or someone wants him dead. Pasts unravel, secrets revealed. Love at the corner, with a side of death! WARNING CUSSING, BLOOD, GORE, TRIGGERING AND MAYBE FEELS NO DEFINITELY FEELS!!!!!! ART AND VIDEOS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS! Story belongs to me Fnaf Belongs To Scott Cawthon

Years after the bite of 83, the bite victim came back to the city, not knowing he would need to get against a dangerous murder to save his brother Original by @Eris345

When Michael Afton as all the souls that were trapped underground for most of a year. He starts to become comfortable with them and his family. He creates new bodies for them, human-looking animatronic bodies. Once finish and he thinks nothing could go wrong..... some type of portal opened up. What happens when he is meeting with his past? Worst, what happened when his past and future family are brought together? ~Warning~ This contains Boy x Boy if you don't like, leave!

Kiedy to było, kiedy trwała szczenięca miłość? Kiedy to było, gdy głównym problemem w sieci były incydenty poprzez organizację World 3? Wtedy to było nic. Teraz jest ciężej. Teraz jest gorzej. Teraz jest... *** Własna twórczość, w której występują postacie z gier/anime Rockman.EXE jednakże klimat i uniwersum są zmienione i nie muszą się trzymać oryginalnej fabuły z gry/anime.

A co gdyby wojsko w My little pony faktycznie było użyteczne... ?

None of the Titans knew Robin, Kid Flash and Speedy went so back. None of the Titans knew they were such good friends. None of the Titans knew that they had a bunch of home videos from when they were kids. None of the Titans knew they were about to watch previously mentioned home videos. None of the Titans knew that Robin, Kid Flash and Speedy were so different than what they seemed. None of the Titans knew they were each wearing their own mask.

Otworzyłam w drzwi w które ktoś walił od dobrych pięciu minut. Gdy tylko je otworzyłam zamarłam. Sześć lat mineło ... sześć lat... zdążyłam zemścić się za tą bombę i ułożyć sobie życie na nowo. A teraz przed drzwiami stoi on . Sama stoję jak idiotka niemogąc się nawet ruszyć . Spuściłam głowę w dół niemogac już patrzeć , w jego stronę. Skrzywdziłam go .... ich ... wszystkich... - Wera ...- powiedział w kocu przez co znowu na niego spojżałam - ty żyjesz ....