I Made Golden Freddy In My Style For Blended With Love.

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Chapter 18! I had a late start today so forgive me!

Chapter 3! I’ve tried three times now to do this! Please enjoy the my labor.

Chapter 4 will come out Wednesday.

This is what you would call a "unique" and "dark" sense of fashion for her.

I had a brainworm I just HAD to draw out. So welcome to BwL!Bonnie meeting @holidayturkeyy 's bald Wanderer Bonnie in this mini comic.

Coincidences of a name:

WHAT!?

HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL DO 54 PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE MY WRITING?! IT’S MINDBOGGLING!!!!  THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING!

The FINALE CHAPTER! 

Book Two Is FINISHED!

THERE WILL BE A THIRD BOOK BUT IT’S STILL IN THE BEGINNING STAGES AND I’M GOING ON VACATION SOON FOR A SMALL HIATUS!

The Beginning

Kaaru huffed as she put her uncleaned gun part down.

“Kid, it was a long time ago.” She said to the dirty little alley boy she saved from a shifty man.

“Pwease Miss Mcada. I wanna know.” He pleads and she sighs. 

“Ya really wanna know?” She asks, an eyebrow quirked. 

He nods excitedly, sitting on the floor of the hotel room. She nods slowly, starting the story.

~story time~

It was a chilly day in Autumn, roughly two years after Overwatch was recalled and a year since they were made legal once more. Many of the people involved now had opportunities to have lives outside of work but many didn't; though the opportunities were there and available, many of the men and women involved never really needed any of those things. Some even found all the company and life they wanted and needed within their coworkers. Take, for example, Soldier 76 and his undead husband Gabriel Reyes, formerly known as Reaper before Talon was shut down and the agents were reformed. But even their love was expected. People even made bets on it, it was so expected. Including Gabriel’s son, Jesse Mccree, who was adopted at the ripe old age of 13 from an abusive foster home by the newly weds. He always knew they would end up back together. 

But there were many more bets made. The most expensive of which made by the Shimada brothers. They mainly were competing with each other to see how far the other would go for their side of the bets. The elder of the two, Hanzo, won. Sheerly because his boyfriend told him which side to bet on. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Hanzo. Dating? Impossible as it sounds, he made it work. His boyfriend just had to endure 3 break ups, 4 self harm attempts, Hanzo betting his engagement ring against his brother, and 37 drunken nights sobbing his heart out. He only was able to due to his impeccable patience and a whole lotta fuckin whiskey. But nevertheless, Hanzo was grateful. His boyfriend even more so when they finally got their asses in gear and got married. And it only took them 9 tries! After they got Hanzo’s engagement ring back was when the real fun began.

Some late October, early September they were finishing the planning up when a young agent joined the ranks. Her hair hidden in a hoodie and her only companion was a little white dog. She called herself Agent K-M-S-M and her dog was Toby. She was a damage healer; first of the kind. She was odd though, barely letting herself get close to anyone. Especially Hanzo and Mccree, the two unpredicted love birds. She hid herself, not talking to anyone. She was extremely young and solitary. But when she let herself go a little, she was a complete and utter nerd. 

It was late December before anyone knew her real name. She had let it slip when she was speaking of her family she left in a town nearby. Hanzo thought it fishy she had a Japanese name meaning Fire. She was getting too close to them and she was weakening. It showed too. Only her father knew what it was like to go soft. But she didn’t speak of him often. Mccree was the hardest working however to get to know and understand her. It wasn’t until the week of Mccree and Hanzo’s wedding that he had a breakthrough. 

They had been on a mission in Oasis, Iraq and while K-M-S-M was healing Mercy, she was shot, her gun being thrown from her while she clutched her broken left arm. She was helpless and Mccree, the softhearted idiot he was, ran to protect the two healers. Hanzo was too tied up in melee combat to notice until the cowboy used his Deadeye to wipe out the rest of the people. It confused his opponent enough to kill them thoroughly. But even he wasn’t sure why Mccree used it so quickly.

Once they all grouped up, the first to ask K-M-S-M if she was alright was Mccree. She had hunched herself over in a corner away from them, trying to reset her arm when he offered to help her up. 

“Come on kid. Lemme help ya up.” He smiled at her. 

“Bug off Mccree. I can get up myself.” She said, in very obvious pain.

“Kid. You’re hurt. Let us help ya.” Mccree tries to reason.

“I said I don’t want your help!” She pulls away from him.

“Just let me help you kid!” He says, shouting.

She whipped around so fast her hood dropped, revealing long locks of hair that was black fading into an alive galaxy that moved with her hair. And her glare put Hanzo’s father’s to shame. She was standing and glaring each one of them down. 

“I’m 16. I can make it on my own.” She grits her teeth.

“Who ever said you had to?” Jesse asks and her eyes widen.

~reality~

“What happened next?” The boy asks Kaaru. 

She smiles and chuckles.

“It’s late kid. Ask again tomorrow and I might remember some more.” She says before putting him to bed in her bed and going to sleep in the chair for the night.

He cuddles up and goes to sleep quickly, eager for the day ahead. 

Oh hey look Chapter 12.

*gives baby Gregory his Fazer blaster*

Go hunting little buddy