Tar, Flowers. Agony, Hope. What's the difference?

Tar, Flowers. Agony, Hope. What's the difference?

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Millie should be dead permanently, after all, souls don't survive without their heads, but she's not, instead she's been given a second chance, as long as she keeps the necklace around her neck on. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Matt died, at least he thought he did, then everything that happened should just be a dream, right? The little rabbit creature that depends on him just to simply survive suggests not. Thrust into fatherhood of a being that is a completely different species then him he now also has to dodge the authorities because of the little creature -who he's come to call Plush Spring Bonnie- that seems to have no concept of stranger danger, or that he/she should let go of the car seat with his/her claws ____________________________________________________________________________________ They should logically never meet, nor should several others facing odd situations like them, but the lilies have a tendency to scoff at stuff like that, Millie's poor grandfather has no idea that simply saving a animatronic from a scrap yard is going to send his daughter on a life threatening adventure, aswell as change several lives for the better.
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"Evil. Malfunctioning. Haunted. Junk. That's what they called me. The children loved me, but that didn't matter to them, did it? I only wanted to scare them for play, but they didn't care to think that. I was junk to them, so they left me where all junk goes. Five long years, I thought I would never perform for children again. Until one day, someone came and saved me. But that didn't turn out well either. Now I am another victim of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and I shall do what all the other victims do. Kill." - Dave the Fire Drake A few things to note before you read this; It's my very first fanfiction It's as child friendly as FNaF can be (no gore, no love scenes, etc.) It is NOT a romance fanfic. There is NO romance in it It is set in the restaurant of FNaF2 It may contain some game spoilers Five Nights at Freddy's and all the characters are rightfully owned by Scott Cawthon Dave the Fire Drake is a fanimatronic of my own creation, he is rightfully owned by me He is the protagonist of this story

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