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LiteratureFNAF OC: Greg Antognoli(The following is more for fiction & entertainment purposes, rather than accuracy to the established lore/canon) Full Name: Gregory Fredrick "Anthony" Antognoli Birth Date: February 11th, 1971 Nationality: American (Italian Decent) Hair: Curly Brown Eyes: Brown Skin: Olive Tan History: Greg first applied to work part-time at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, for delivery & working the phones, however due to his surname & ethnicity, the manager stereotyped that he was native Italian, and put him to work in the kitchen to make pizzas (in reality, his great-grandparents immigrated, and he had more German in him). His lack of experience in making pizzas became apparent however, and he was made to supplant his training hours, by entertaining children in the spare yellow springlock suit. He was assisted in this, by William Afton. While frustrated by this, Greg persisted, working hard, and finding a degree of interest in the restaurant chain, hearing about the bite of '83. Since he was youngAll

LiteratureFNAF OC: Greg Antognoli(The following is more for fiction & entertainment purposes, rather than accuracy to the established lore/canon) Full Name: Gregory Fredrick "Anthony" Antognoli Birth Date: February 11th, 1971 Nationality: American (Italian Decent) Hair: Curly Brown Eyes: Brown Skin: Olive Tan History: Greg first applied to work part-time at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, for delivery & working the phones, however due to his surname & ethnicity, the manager stereotyped that he was native Italian, and put him to work in the kitchen to make pizzas (in reality, his great-grandparents immigrated, and he had more German in him). His lack of experience in making pizzas became apparent however, and he was made to supplant his training hours, by entertaining children in the spare yellow springlock suit. He was assisted in this, by William Afton. While frustrated by this, Greg persisted, working hard, and finding a degree of interest in the restaurant chain, hearing about the bite of '83. Since he was youngFeatured

LiteratureHumpty Of ManyHumpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the King's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again! And so the King, himself said "fuck it" And mashed poor Humpty into a bucket He poured in some glue, the horses too, Along with dead soldiers, crushed into goo! What a horrid brew, and horrible smell What a perfect time, to cast a dark spell He took up a knife, and gave up his wife And just like that, they all came back to life! Now Humpty Dumpty cannot groan Now Humpty Dumpty's never 'lone Cobbled from the horses, men, and the Queen Humpty's more whole than he has ever been!Poetry and Covers

LiteratureIkana Crumbles: Part 1 The temple sighed with another gust of evening wind, and it momentarily drowned out the incessant chattering & jabbering of the beasts inside. It stirred one particular being from its thin respite of rest. The black thing groaned and grumbled as the hard floor that was its bed rejected them from return, and it stood. Its features were skeletal, its face was twisted into a sinister caricature, crudely fashioned from dirty rags torn from its own cloak. A conjured familiar fetched the creature’s staff, and the hollow skull at the end silently greeted him with the blade between its teeth. The creature waZelda

LiteratureCT Silver Shears: PremonitionThe trees whipped by in the light of dusk sky. The only sound was the hum of the police car's engine. Jennifer looked to her left at the boy in the other seat. He had light blonde hair, blue eyes looked around nine or ten years old, and was dressed in a dirty shirt and trousers. He was fidgeting with a little rip in the seat cushions. She hadn't seen him in the mansion, and didn't know how he could have survived, when all of her friends didn't. Now they were on their way to the Granite Orphanage. She had answered the questions they asked her to the best of her ability. It was painful, to say the least, to remember. Jennifer was cold, tired,Clock Tower

LiteratureTakuro's StoryResting his chin on the worn wood of the windowsill, Takuro idly stared out into the forest that was now his home, drumming his fingers on the chair he sat in. It had been a year now, and he had vaguely gotten used to his lords, now they had looked upon him more as a member of the house, rather than an intruder that happened to be trapped here. The other onis, or at least those that left the top floor, had now eased up with him, but that didn't change how weird this all felt. He wanted to go home, see his family, and school, he even missed school. Studying was boring as hell, but at least there were sports to play, people who understood yourAo Oni

LiteratureItaly Falls in LoveIt had been only hours since Marco Polo, his father, and his uncle had returned, and little Italy was eager to hear about what they'd seen. What they'd heard. What they'd tasted. The little one was so excited in fact, that he could not sleep, he could barely shut his eyes. The little tyke twisted and turned in his bed, wiggling like a worm. He so badly wanted to just go to him and ask, but then the memory of his instructions not to wake him up came down on them like a hammer. His mind swirled with the strange things formed in the drowsy words they uttered about their findings. "stars from the earth..." "eating with sticks..." "a spoon thaHetalia

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