Daria - ill"It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like."
by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
Knuckles knocked. Door opened. Jane stood on the other side, looking concerned and wringing her hands on a small can. "I came as soon as I heard," she said.
Mary nodded and stepped back to allow Jane access to the relatively plush dorm room. While not exactly spacious, it sported more elbow room than the dungeon Jane was used to back at Boston Fine Arts. Raft College either took extraordinary care of their students, or it was merely the fact that not every single available surface was covered to overflowing with art supplies.
"How is she doing?"
Mary shrugged helplessly. "She looked a little better the last time I saw her," she said, "but that was a while ago. She spends most of her time locked up in her room anyway, and now . . . " The pet
Phone GuyI’ve been working here for a very long time. I suppose it would be only fitting that I would die here as well.
My name is Scott, and I work as a security guard in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.
I’ve been working at the restaurant for years. I was their best employee. I started out in the year….1986, I think. I was just a volunteer then, but I liked the job. So they hired me, and I’ve been working there since then. I liked the kids, and the other employees were really nice. I didn’t really spend that much time around the animatronics. I mainly watched the kids. The thing about animatronics is, they look all cool and nice when they’re turned on. But at night, when they’re shut off, the illusion fades. They look dead.
Shortly after I started working there, weird things started happening. It started with the disappearance of those five children. All of us employees were closely questioned about it. Eventually they did catch the culprit. He was