Depressed Freddy Fazbear Novels & Stories

The realization that they were being observed dampened his ardor. "Zoe, I can't…" Zoe harrumphed. "Useless piece of shit!" In disdain, Zoe shoved Freddy into the water. She emerged from the water completely naked and retrieved a towel from a nearby chair. Then, she wrapped it around herself, covering only the essential parts, leaving little to the imagination. Freddy was panicking in the water. As Zoe's ultimate lapdog, his first instinct was to immediately appease her. However, Betty's presence made him reluctant to get out of the water.

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Freddie agreed with a smirk, I knew he meant because I was sitting on him. “I hated it! How can you say that was good? I mean, jeez, they’re dead people who eat live people and turn them into flesh eating zombies too. And now I have to pee, and I’m scared to go on my own!” I whined, standing up and pouting. Why did I watch that stupid thing anyway? I knew it would scare me! All three of them laughed at me, but Freddie stood up. “I’ll come with you and check the bathroom for scary un dead before you go in, how’s that?” he offered, nodding his head towards the bathroom in the hall, smiling.

I was making my way around the stainless steel worktable when my foot nearly connected with something on the floor, and I pulled up short. Freddy was sitting there — long legs folded up, arms wrapped around his knees, rocking slightly, staring at the ovens with the expression of a boy who had done something he could not undo. “What have I done,” he was murmuring. “What have I done, oh god oh god oh god—” “Freddy?” He looked up. His face was pale and tear-streaked, his eyes enormous. “I’m in deep trouble, Luna. I messed up real bad.”

“I can’t. Ew.” Since that day, she had been annoyed at herself. The image of Green suddenly popped into her mind. Even in the middle of work, that memory kept coming back. ••• “BLACKARLITO, PICK ME UP later at the bar. I’ll try flirting. Turning twenty-nine and still a desert,” Purple said laughing. “You’re gross, Purple. Just go home already,” Black said, annoyed, over the call. “Psst. Pick me up, okay? I’m at G-Bar.”

He pushed his face so that he could see the zombies walking around. "Do you see them? Would you rather be their species? You should be glad that the Master took pity on is and made up an Advanced - Z because I would not like to be like one of them. You would be relieved of your duties if you think you are not fortunate enough!" He pushed him away. Freddy adjusted his bartered shirt and frowned as had watched Oscar walking away, he looked for his cigarette that had fallen to the ground and picked it as he sucked in deeply before getting rid of it. Then, he started walking toward Oscar.

Fred came out of Fathia's room, and he checked his body maybe something happens or his body was aroused but he was not moved, no feelings, no emotion, and he entered his room, he was depressed, and put off his mind her, and he was thinking of how to get a girlfriend,

said Bruce, breaking down like a baby. “We tried, but we couldn’t pull it any longer, Matteo. I’m sorry,” said Freddie, slumping to the ground and sobbing brokenly. Matteo felt a sense of dread clutch at his heart. He had never seen Freddie so broken in his years of association with him. He had always been a bundle of positive energy, giving him his unconditional support throughout the years. What happened now? He sat down on the ground with both of them. “What happened? Why is the shop charred? Has the business closed down? What’s going on, Freddie?”

Larissa brought Freddy into the car. The lights in the car were lit, perfectly highlighting the disheveled state the little boy was in. Larissa cleaned the dirt on Freddy's face with wet wipes and ran her fingers through his messy hair to make it neat and tidy. "Did you get into a fight with your dad?" she asked gently. Freddy still wasn't responding to her. Recalling what Allen said over the phone—that Freddy seemed to have signs of depression.

Freya/Freddie's pov I’m sitting in the locker room, staring at my phone’s black screen, trying to wrap my head around what just happened on the ice. I passed their test, actually pulled it off, and the reality of it hasn’t sunk in yet. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving me shaky, exhausted, and aching all over, but it’s the kind of pain that feels good, the kind that tells me I pushed myself to the limit and came out stronger.