Calling Freddy Fazbear Novels & Stories

Cindy was shoving her phone in my face. "Look how cool you look in this!" she smiled as she watched the video with me. I smiled. I did look cool. But wait a minute. As we watched, I noticed my hair dye was starting to fade. I needed to touch it up. I can start to see the red coming through. "You really have not seen the video?" Bartise asked. "No, I do not have a cellphone." I answered, “But Cindy is going to the store with me to pick something out today," I replied.

I could've called Pinky to drive me home but I didn't want to because I'm still pretty mad at her. I took out my phone and continued following the directions from the Google map to be able to make my way to the bus station. My phone suddenly started ringing and I grinned once I realized it was Fred. "Freddy boy," I grinned widely. "I hate you, Babara," he replied, laughing. He knew I hated being called Babara as much as he hated being called Freddy boy. "How was your first day?" He asked "Not good. I almost had a fight with a grade one b*tch who ended up getting me drenched in cold soda. So, I'm on my way home as we speak"

“We really haven't.” “We should remedy that,” Freddie said, nudging my arm with a grin. I raised a brow. “What, like right now?” “No time like the present.” He leaned back against the railing like this had been his spot all night. “Cassie Monroe. The girl who broadcasts like a pro and takes cherry slushie showers like a champ.” I narrowed my eyes. “You mean the slushie you schemed?” He held up both hands, mock-innocent. “Allegedly.”

In fact, Dad had secured it at an auction for two million dollars. Benny definitely hadn't just put it away. Fed up with all the drama at home, I went on a three-day business trip. But when I returned, the house was in complete disarray. To show off like he owned the place, Benny had invited a bunch of his sketchy friends over for a party at the villa. Amid the deafening music, a crowd of garishly dressed men and women was barbecuing and livestreaming in the garden. But the last bit of tolerance I had left went up in flames the moment I saw what was left of the camellias in the corner of the garden.

I could be here all day, every day. It was a lazy Sunday when all of a sudden I hear Mrs. Fleming squealing. I peek out of the kitchen too see what’s going on, and see there in the middle of the living room she was standing with Zen and Alisha. “I’m so glad dear you’re here. How’s your dad? Heard he’s launching a new eco-friendly car?” She makes her sit beside her and takes her hand in hers.

If she could get there. Freya kicked one of the tires in rage and then danced back. Her shoes were expensive, but that still hurt. Perfect. Jake could be generous-and he had the filthy richness to do it but he also forgot little details like making sure that cars were in good condition. "His adorable highness can just come and get me, then." Freya went around to the passenger side of the car and leaned in through the open window to grab her cell phone from her purse. Today. This had to happen today. Still bent into the car, she punched numbers with her thumb, but the phone made a beeping noise that indicated it was out of range.

Freddy tried to speculate“ "No! They are not killing anyone, just threatening, that's all” “Alright, I have just the right people for the job, but it will cost you” Freddy stated. “And since when did I fear the cost of anything, Freddy?” They both laughed after that statement and decided to take a walk around the new sight. “So, how many partners do we have here?” Joe decided to ask. “We have um! Seven genuine partners” Freddy replied. “I like the sound of that” Joe replied.

If Freddie thinks he could slip away from me because a baby arrived, he is mistaken. I picked up my phone again, pressing the record button, “Congratulations on the birth of your child, Freddie. Now pick your damn call. We need to talk.” I said, tapping on the send button before leaning back slowly in the chair as a cold smile teased the corner of my lips.

“Right now, I’m angry. I mean… furious. I want something to make me forget for a while. Something that will put me in a better mood.” Freya didn’t answer. The silence stretched. “Freya?” I pressed. Then her voice came back, slower this time. “Go to a strip bar.” I blinked. “A strip bar?” “Yes,” she said, her tone firm now. “Go watch the girls. Drink and let them dance for you. Trust me, it will take your mind off whatever’s burning you alive right now.” I leaned back on the bed, letting her words sink in. The idea slid into my mind like smoke.

“It'll be fine. I'm sure they're just happy to see me back in country.” He didn't say it like he believed it. He sounded like he was trying to convince me that the apocalypse wouldn't be so bad. That there were going to be perks of a hellfire landscape. I looked down at my shoes, trying very hard not to panic or cry. The last thing I needed was to leave the store with streaky mascara and blotchy skin. “Hey, Zoey.” Freddie's voice was light and friendly. I didn't look up. Suddenly, his face filled my vision. He was down on his knees, looking up at me with a playful smile.