Gregory im verdrehten Wunderland

Gregory im verdrehten Wunderland

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Five Nights At Freddy's (Fnaf)
Twisted Wonderland
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Anime e Mangá
Zehn Jahre nach den Ereignissen im PizzaPlex ist Gregory nun zwanzig Jahre alt. Gemeinsam mit Michael hat er den Drahtzieher William Afton vernichtet und die Geister der Kinder erlöst. Eigentlich war alles in Ordnung, doch Gregory vermisst Freddy noch immer. Er weiß, dass Freddy fort ist - ebenso wie die anderen Animatronics. Er ist allein... vollkommen allein. Michael ist tot, William ist tot, die Seelen der Kinder haben ihren Frieden gefunden, und er ist allein. Eine Zeit lang lief Gregory einfach nur umher, setzte sich hin und ging weiter; als er schließlich aus seiner Trance erwachte, befand er sich wieder vor dem PizzaPlex. „Hä... warum bin ich hier?", fragte sich Gregory mit leerem Blick. Er betrat die Ruinen auf der Suche nach irgendetwas - irgendetwas, das ihm helfen würde, mit der Situation fertigzuwerden. Da entdeckte er eine Uhr... eine Uhr... genau, es war seine Uhr. Dieselbe Uhr, die ihm und Freddy so sehr geholfen hatte. Er betrachtete das beschädigte Gerät und drückte es fest an seine Brust. Er wünschte, hoffte und betete, Freddy wenigstens noch einmal wiedersehen zu dürfen. Auch wenn er wusste, dass es unmöglich war - wünschen durfte man sich das doch trotzdem, oder? Gerade als er aufstehen wollte, hörte er plötzlich das Klappern von Hufen und ein Grollen; etwas rannte direkt auf ihn zu. Gregory blieb keine Zeit, auch nur einen Fluchtversuch zu unternehmen, bevor er das Bewusstsein verlor. I DO NOT own any of the characters!! Also Picture is taken from Pinterest user MetalFamily_Vay! I used Google translate to do this and this is copy and pasted from the english version. I am in German class in school!
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

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