Depressed Freddy Fazbear Novels & Stories

Freya would beg, her tiny voice cracking. But the nanny never listened. She would shove the little girl back into the room and turn the key. Click. That sound had haunted Freya’s dreams for twenty years. She would spend the entire night hitting the door until her tiny hands bled, crying for a mother who was thousands of miles away. The darkness was her enemy, a thick, heavy blanket that made her feel like she was being buried alive. It was the root of a deep depression that started before she even hit puberty—a secret she never told her parents because she knew they wouldn't believe their "perfect" nanny was a monster.

His laughter grew louder, causing Philo to hold his breath. Philo tried to control himself as he realized something. Freddy was not laughing at his answer. Freddy was laughing at Oscar, and he could not accept that. "It's simple, Beta Philo," Freddy said a moment later. His laughter began to fade and he wiped his tear-filled eyes. Then he took a deep breath and his face became serious as he looked at Philo. "Hand over Era and all the terror will end." *

I pitched forward and crashed awkwardly onto the cold deck. Frederick towered over me with a sneer. "You're the type who would do anything for money. What wouldn't you stoop to?" As I lay there, sweating profusely from the intense pain, my mind remained surprisingly clear. The system prompted: "Frederick's affection dropped by 10, heartbreak value up 20%. Suggest activating Victim Mode to accelerate task rewards."

I think the guys were really nice for indulging me. Especially Gio who looked like he wanted to throw up after the third rollercoaster ride. Which lead to Freedy calling him a pussy and making a comment about how Gio can cut open a man's chest and pull his insides out while a ordering pizza. But rollercosters freaked him out.

He stammered nervously, "G-Ghosty..." "This has nothing to do with me. There's someone named Frederick York at Timbergale Corporation, and everything is because of him." "Bryan is dead... and the biker gang's camp is on fire." Since Jordan had previously followed Jean to Frederick's company, this thug now knows that Frederick was associated with Timbergale Corporation. Upon hearing the thug's words, Hades Garcia immediately let him go and then fiercely said, "Frederick... It's Frederick again!" "I have to kill him!"

Taking a very deep breath in, I prepared myself mentally for whatever the day could come with, but definitely not for what I saw next. A cyber truck, parked in between two spaces, a guy with a loose tie, and one leg out of the door looked straight at us, behind his sunglasses. “I wanna pee.” Freda said, and scampered away with my bag, laptop and her own stuff too. So much for big energy.

Freddy didn’t say anything at first, simply watching me with an inscrutable expression. “What’s this about?” I asked, directing the question at Jessica. She exchanged a brief glance with Freddy before folding her hands on the desk. “Freddy has some information about your company,” she said evenly. “I think you’ll want to hear it.” My eyes narrowed as I turned my attention to Freddy. He leaned back in his chair, his demeanor almost too relaxed, and a small smirk played at the corner of his lips. “I hear you’ve been having some trouble lately,” he said, his tone casual. “With certain... business matters.”

Freya's POV I lay on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, searching for something, anything, to catch my attention. I had been cooped up in the house for days, and I was starting to feel like a prisoner. I munched on a handful of popcorn, the salty flavor momentarily distracting me from my boredom. But as the minutes ticked by, I found myself growing restless once again. Just as I was starting to think that I was going to lose my mind from sheer boredom, I heard a knock at the door.

THIRD POV Luna Freya let out a soft sigh as she sat still and stared at the TV that wasn't even turned on. Falling asleep the night before was no easy feat and now she was impatiently waiting for the arrival of her son and Anaya. The boys hadn't found it easy to fall asleep either. Knowing well that Anaya had suddenly become depressed after the party. They had explained everything to their father and mother, telling them they didn't know why her mood had suddenly been altered after a conversation with the former beta.

Things didn't go my way after that terrible experience with Freddie. He was always calling even after I deleted his number. I sit opposite the therapist as she tells me about motivational stories. But as long as I'm breathing that didn't change a thing. After that rape incident , I suffered from depression. I almost took my life too thinking Freddie left with everything. The therapist was nice. She talks about a lot of good stuff and give me a book to read. I was on dosage and always visiting the therapist for check up. For some awkward reasons I'm always indoors. I'm broken and my parents really didn't help matters.