This is my fist time written a fanfic about soramafu so...yeah i have zero experience and only middle grade grammar so you are free to mistaked me, but not to much ^^This is a story where the utaite go for a beach trip, like my tag said, there will be an utaite who die. Guess who ?…
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El tema o categoría principal de esta historia no es el romance, si habrán interacciones de ese tipo, sin embargo sería en un segundo plano. (por lo menos eso voy a intentar)"En el fondo no eres malo, ninguno lo es"Un día encontraras a las personas correctas, que te apreciaran y amaran ya lo veras¿El día de hoy saldremos quieres acompañarnos?Estoy cantando una canción ¿Que? y ¿tú por que quieres escucharla?…
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Tổng hợp truyện của CP JaydickThể loại: nhiều, rất nhiều…
1975s.Fredbear's Singin' Show is rebranding. What was once a modest stage attraction is becoming something larger: a family diner filled with music, colorful characters, new mechanical performers, improved mascot costumes, and ambitions considerably bigger than the little building can contain. William Afton and Henry Emily are determined to make it work, which means there is suddenly an extraordinary amount of paperwork to be done.You happen to be looking for a job. It seems simple enough. A secretary's position-answering telephones, organizing appointments, handling correspondence, keeping track of commissions, and occasionally reminding two rather distracted inventors that meetings are, in fact, real things that occur in the physical world. You don't expect much from it. Certainly not that flamboyant man. He's younger than you imagined, surprisingly affable, endlessly talkative, and possessed of the peculiar habit of turning every quiet moment into a conversation. Behind the polished manners and easy smile is a man whose mind never seems to stop moving, forever occupied with machinery, entertainment, costumes, music, and whatever strange idea has caught his attention that afternoon.At first, you're supposedly his personal secretary to assist whatever he needed most.Then his confidante.Then, perhaps, something neither of you quite knows what to call yet.After all, every great performance has to begin somewhere.Sometimes it begins with a stage.Sometimes with a sketch.And sometimes with a nervous woman walking into the wrong office at exactly the right time.…