starseeker339
 Author has written 2 stories for Five Nights at Freddy´s, and Fairy Tail. This account will no longer be used until further notice! I unfortunately am also canceling Holy Bat as well due to lack of Inspiration. I am sorry for those who have submitted. But I can no longer write for it. If you want to contact me, PM my main account ibexedi (I also will NOT be continuing Holy Bat on there) ~starseeker339 When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. Just when you're about to re-post this, he will try to discourage you. I just defeated him. Copy and paste this to your profile if you're in God's army and strong enough to pick up a sword. :) A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer then planned, and had to walk home alone. She hasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley way just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she can identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man have been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her. She asked if they can ask the man one question. Diane was curious about why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people who read this won't repost it? If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, ‘If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.' If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile. If you love God with your whole heart and are 100 percent proud of it, copy & paste this in your profile Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it? Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master... ††† YOUR GUY SIDE: You love hoodies. TOTAL: 14 YOUR GIRL SIDE: You wear lip gloss/chapstick. Please read-true story (not me) I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we checkAgain, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart(I cried soo much) At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping outof the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart. If you love your dad, post this on your profile. LUV U DAD!! When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you, When you were 2 years old, When you were 3 years old, When you were 4 years old, When you were 5 years old, When you were 6 years old, When you were 7 years old, When you were 8 years old, When you were 9 years old, When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, When you were 11 years old, When you were 12 years old, When you were 13 years old, When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp, When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug, When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car, When you were 17, she was expecting an important call, When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation, When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, When you were 25, she helped to pay for your When you were 50, she fell ill and And then, one day, she quietly died. If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply, List your favorite characters in no particular order (any fandom) and answer these questions. I'm going to comment in bold. I guess I'll do FNaF 1. Freddy 1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before? 2.Do you think Four is hot? How hot? 3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant? They're F*king animatronics!!! Besides how does a guy get another guy pregnant 4. Do you recall any fanfics about Nine? Not really, I don't read Mangle fanfics 5. Would two and six make a good couple? Nope, nope, nope 6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Is none an answer because I don't support human/animatronic ships and I hate Jeremike fanfictions 7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex? Chica: Foxy what are you doing Foxy: I can explain darling Chica: You know what? Foxy we are done, enjoy your life with Balloon Boy (cries while walking out the door) Balloon Boy: I like balloons and you 8. Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fanfic. A robotic chicken and a human try to defy physics and reproduce 9. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff? I hope not... 10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic. Apologies Accepted Chica: Nope! I'm still angry at Foxy for cheating with that turd Balloon Boy: I like Balloons and you Chica: STFU 11.What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One I'm not sure what does de-flower means 12. Did you read Three het? YES! Mainly Chica X Foxy. I love Chica X Foxy, it's my OTP Chica: That was ruined by Balloon Boy Balloon Boy:I like- Chica: (Rips off head) 13. Do you write or draw Eleven? Not really, the puppet isn't my favorite 14. Would you write Two/Four/Five? Nope, I hate Mike X any animatronics, including FoxyXMikeXBonnie Mike: Isn't Foxy dating Balloon Boy? Foxy: Nope, Chica killed him Balloon Boy: I like Balloons Foxy: Balloon Boy! You're alive again. Me: Dear gosh, I hate Balloon Boy Chica: Me too sister, together? Me: Together (Shoots gun at Balloon Boy's head, destroy him instantly) Foxy: NOOOOOOOOO 15. What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion? Jeremy: WIND UP THE F*KING MUSIC BOX 16. If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, what song would you chose? Easy, Survive the Night by Mandopony 17. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be? Get ready for brotherXbrotherXdeadhumanboy 18. What would be a good pick up line for Ten to use on Two? Jeremy: Hey baby are you available tonight because (starts spamming flashlight) Foxy: My eyes! 19. How might Eleven describe a relationship between Two and Eight? Puppet: Nonexisistant 20. How emo is One? Not at all Five Nights at Freddy's Pledge I promise to remember Freddy Fazbear Whenever I hear his song I promise to remember Bonnie the Bunny Whenever a friend rocks along I promise I'll eat a lot of pizza For Chica the Chicken, at least until I get sick I promise I to remember Foxy the Pirate Fox Whenever I run quick I promise to remember Toy Freddy Whenever I hear an annoying younger brother I promise to remember Toy Bonnie Whenever I find my significant other I promise to remember Toy Chica Whenever a waitress pass by I promise to remember the Mangle Whenever I look through one eye I promise to remember Balloon boy Whenever I hear "Balloons" I promise to remember the Puppet/Marionette Whenever I wind up his chilling tune I promise to remember Golden Freddy/Yellow Bear Whenever something strange happened I promise to remember Springtrap/Spring-Bonnie Whenever someone has been trapped in I promise to remember Shadow Bonnie Whenever someone stares at me I promise to remember Shadow Freddy Whenever I can't be free I promise to remember Phantom Freddy Whenever I creep down the hall I promise to remember Phantom Chica Whenever I see a face on the wall I promise to remember Phantom Foxy Whenever I turn to the west I promise to remember Phantom Ballon Boy Whenever I get scared by an unwanted guest I promise to remember Mike Schmidt Whenever someone doesn't get a fright I promise to remember Jeremy Fitzgerald Whenever someone survives the night I promise to remember Fritz Smith Whenever someone gets fired on the first day I promise to remember the unnamed guard (from FNaF 3) Whenever I don't get my pay I promise to remember Phone Guy/Phone Dude Whenever I answer the phone I promise to remember the killer/purple man Whenever I hear his groan I promise to remember Five Nights at Freddy's wherever I go |
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