Corrupted Freddy Novels & Stories

The head lolls at a wrong angle, jaw slack, foam and red drooling out in ropes. Felix is dead. Korrin ended him.

Vincent explained and Frederick huffed. "Why can't I feel my legs?" Frederick turned to Vincent with all rudeness. "Do you remember what happened?" Vincent asked and Frederick nodded. "Oh, you don't remember? I'll tell you! You fucked up big time and your little friends covered you with punches at recess. Oh, but they also deflowered your circular corrugated orifice, that is, they fucked you until they broke your..." "Little Renataaaa! Don't lose it." Flavian appeared and made me laugh.

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

“What the fuck? What the fuck? What have you done?” Freddie yelled at me and charged towards me when he heard the news. “What I told you I would do! I told you I plan to ruin you! I am not going to kill you! But I am going to make you wish for death! Your life as you know it is over, Freddie and it’s all because of your greed.” I told him. “No! You can’t do this! Take this down right now! Take it down!” He yelled. “I can’t and I won’t? You should have thought of the consequences before you did anything!”

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

A small smile played on his face as if he was luring me to him. I shook my head in disagreement. “No..you are dead. Freddie..you are dead..” I started backward, bending slowly with my hand down my belly. “I am not dead. But I am in a peaceful place. And I want you there with me.” His smile grew broader. It was as if he was casting a spell on me. “I don’t want to die. I..don’t—“ I closed my eyes and leaned back on a tree breathing heavily. “I am sorry, Freddie. You don’t deserve to die. I am sorry..please..forgive me. Please Freddie—“ I was feeling dizzy when I reopened my eyes but Freddie was nowhere to be found.

Frederick merely tilted his head to the side, then delivered a swift whip-like kick from above, crushing the thunderous light. He did it as easy as extinguishing a cigarette butt! The shockwave sent Rory flying through the air. "With how loud you were shouting, I thought you'd be a bit stronger this time. Turns out you're all bark and no bite," Frederick remarked nonchalantly as he scratched his ear absentmindedly. Behind him, Jasmine's eyes widened as she gaped in shock. Holy crap! Frederick wasn't kidding! He actually managed to take down Rory in seconds! Could it be that his mysterious SSS-level file identity was really true?

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

I unwrapped it quietly, keeping it low, out of James's line of sight. Inside was a piece of fish. Salmon, to be specific. The same salmon my mother had made for dinner three days ago. The salmon that had been sitting in the back of the fridge, unwrapped, for seventy-two hours. The salmon that, when I'd checked it this morning, had developed a smell so bad it had made my eyes water. I waited until Zyran turned back to face me, still talking about perimeter sensors or something. Then I took a bite of the rotten fish.

He stammered, “But Miss Violet has always been frail. Could she have fainted because of the low temperature?” “Fainted?” William chuckled. “She accidentally got into the freezer once when she was a kid, and she was perfectly fine, even though she stayed in there for two days. It’s been less than half an hour. How could she have possibly fainted? The freezer isn’t that cold.” He spoke in such a flighty manner that it was clear he did not take the bodyguard’s words seriously. But he had forgotten that when I was first shut in the freezer, it permanently damaged one of my legs, even though I had survived it.