What is this white sky bullshit? Why is it everywhere? It’s coming up to my ankles. I wanted to go for a run today BUT NO. SNOW.
Look, I’m from Texas. Coastal Bend. Coldest it gets is 50 degrees. Snow is a myth made up by the yankees. And yet here I am, trapped inside, drowning myself in hot cocoa, looking at the window at fucking snow.
My friend is laughing at me. So is TLF. Boss is having fun, too. I can hear him laughing when I flip the camera the bird.
I finally got something to do for Pokespe week, day 8: Free day
Totally Not Adex from FFN has updated chapter 6 of The Last Beast. Get ready for another round of intense feels, battles, hype and basically the amazing story and his amazing writing skills. Go read it, guys. It’s a great read. ^^
The Bible says, “Be careful how you act; these are difficult days. Don’t be fools; be wise: make the most of every opportunity you have for doing good” (Ephesians 5:15-16 TLB). The Bible urges us to seize the moment and act now. To live a life with unfulfilled dreams is a tragedy. Ships aren’t made for the harbour. They’re made to set sail. So are you ready to set sail?
Philippians 2:5-11 (TLB) Your attitude should be the kind that was shown us by Jesus Christ, who, though he was God, did not demand and cling to his rights as God, but laid aside his mighty power and glory, taking the disguise of a slave and becoming like men. And he humbled himself even further, going so far as actually to die a criminal’s death on a cross.
Yet it was because of this that God raised him up to the heights of heaven and gave him a name which is above every other name, that at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
I’ve been staring at this screen for about five minutes, just thinking it all over.
I’m home now. Yay. This trip ripped me apart. I’m glad to be home. I can hear TLF’s showtunes through the wall, and the boss is just a walkie-talkie away. I’ve got coffee and my Bonnie plush and everything is good.
Doesn’t feel good. Guess I’m still processing the funeral.
Speaking of that, you wanna know something I realized? There was a weird guy at the funeral. He looked familiar to me but I didn’t want to say anything. Every other person there looked familiar to me, I grew up in that damn town. This guy asked a lot of questions though. About Afton, about me, the rebuild and Fazbear’s Fright. Thought it was weird but what the hell, who isn’t curious about this shit, right?
I should’ve known better. I should have known he would show up!
It was fucking Scottsman. C fucking Scottsman, official unofficial Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza historian. Writer of 15 books dedicated to the restaurants, with topics ranging from the owners to the animatronics to, yes, the missing children.
No wonder he wanted to know how to contact Mike. No fucking wonder.
He wants an interview with us. Check out the location. Bet he’s real hyped to write the next chapter of the franchise. The idea of him coming in here makes me sick. I love him and his books to death. I don’t want him exposed to this. It could be bad for us and worse for him if the children decide they don’t like him.
I hope he stays away from the boss. I hope corporate gives him some nice sanitized information that makes him happy and he’ll stay away for good. I hope no one finds out about the real face of fantasy and fun.
Humans are like jars. If the jar is empty then it’s useless—it’s
not doing anything. However, when the jar is full it’s finally useful. It can
give and it can take, it can interact with whatever is being put in it and it
holds those things until someone takes it out and replaces it. But when people
don’t replace it and just keeps taking, the jar becomes empty. Humans, in this
sense, work in a similar way. When the world takes and takes until it has
nothing to take from the human anymore, the person becomes empty—they become
useless. Or at least they think they are. Without anything to fill them,
without any emotions or trust, they’re just a shell. And a shell doesn’t want
Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie. I was 14 years old, when I was murdered, on December 6, 1973. I was here for a moment. And then I was gone. I wish you all a long and happy life.