Story cover for Fnaf Prophecies by ConnietheCollie
Fnaf Prophecies
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Continúa, Has publicado dic 30, 2015
Hey guys! ^^
This is my own FNaF Story about my OC and a story written off of the orig. FNaF Characters.
NO CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME EXCEPT VALENTINE!!!!!
ALL OTHERS BELONG TO SCOTT CAWTHON!!!!!

2/18/16 update:

Something went wrong with part 3, the title won't change to the title I want it to. I don't know if this time it will fix, but I'm trying! ALSO! I have changed the cover to the original 4 characters, seeing as this fits a bit more in my eyes better than just SpringTrap ^^ Stay frosty my little chipletts!

3/7/16 Update:

Hellowww!!! Sorry I haven't written in a while, first priorities come first. But also!!! I'm thinking of making the characters BUILD children lol. For instance, in one of my previous series, I made Foxy X Mangle have some little mini Foxies lol!!! Anywho, see you guys around, Chipsters!
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The "Happiest" Day

1 parte Concluida

So. A story longer than Walgreen's receipts for a character I now call C.C instead of Chris, I no longer go along the lines of C.C being Shadow Freddy, and this is I believe the first story I ever wrote. A part of one of my other books has a part from this story in it. At the time I first post this, It's 84 fucking google doc pages. Also Michael is called Terrance for some reason- This story doesn't describe anyone that isn't a human or any of the Aftons, and has a few shitty looking drawings from google paint or whatever the fuck it's called cause I wrote this on a Chromebook. I am going to include the drawings because they are so weird looking and they all look like someone put a bowling ball on someone's body and put a face on it. I can't remember if there's swearing or not. As I write this part, I realize you only see Michael when he is a asshole to his little brother and torments and accidentally kills him. Also, this story line is a freaking sporadic mess.