AlexisShadowGiver

I heard there was a battle, between a pen and a sword. Between a few deathly strikes, and one simple word The sword could not defeat a few thousand men, A thousand worded lecture was written by the pen. The lecture drove them all, to temporary death. Its words dragged on like lullabies, and stole their very breath. The sword was not able to bring tears to ones eyes, Without striking love and telling many lies. The pen however knew how to make ones insides melt, when composing a sonnet so powerful and svelte. The sword ended up covered, with blood and salty tears. It's blade getting heavy, from battling all those years. And I hear that

Another World Meeting, the same notes as always. Do: America would yell about his 'awesome' plans and rattle on about super heroes. Re: Italy was either sleeping or talking excitedly to whichever nation chose to sit beside him. Mi: England was yelling at everyone and everything about how 'bloody stupid' they were. Fa: France was shooting lustful glances at different countries, most of which shrank away. Sol: Japan would talk and then Switzerland would threaten him if he 'didn't speak for himself'. La: Greece was sleeping on the long oak table, drool spilling form the sides of his mouth. Ti: Russia was finding new and exciting ways to terrify

     You woke up in a sitting position. Your eyes adjusted to the dark quickly and you looked around, confused. Where were you? Who was here with you? “You’re awake now, good.” A low voice said. You snapped your head up and saw the 4 other animatronics, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Golden Freddy staring down at you. Chica looked...slightly guilty.     You tried to ask what happened, but a cloth wrapped around your mouth stopped you. Bonnie reached forward and stroked your cheek softly. “Shhh, no one can help you now (y/n).” He said softly. Tears fell down your face slowly, then quicker as your breathing hitched