Depressed Freddy Fazbear Novels & Stories

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.

“What did you say?” Freddy was gorgeous, tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parent’s wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away. Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

“Let’s see if Darius agrees.” Freddy grinned—his first real one since he came back. It wasn’t the same boyish grin I remembered. It was older, wiser, tinged with something heavier. But it was still him. My Freddy. He glanced up at the darkening sky. “We should probably head back. Dad is going to think you fell into a hole chasing after me or something” I nodded. “He’s definitely worried…. Your dad is obsessed with me” I said. He laughed “I know that for sure”

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

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.

’ Freya thought to herself as she waited some more. With still no response, she knocked again, four times this time and she heard the Dean with his gruff voice, “Come in.” and boy were they in shock as they saw Freya come in with a smile and a box in hand. Freya saw the Dean behind his desk, hands crossed together as his elbows lay relaxed on the table. He has a serious depression at first: scrunched brows that might become one at any time, and his lips in a fine line. That serious expression was then turned into a surprise as he lay his eyes on her, and she questioned why.

“Ngh!” Freddy was trembling in pain on the ground, as if he had been stabbed a dozen times. He was acting high and mighty before; he thought that he had everything planned out, but nothing mattered at that moment. Pain was the only thing visible on his face. He couldn’t even say a single word, let alone make threats to Harvey. He was alive, but it was probably better for him to die. “Young Master Garcia!” “What’s wrong?” “What happened to you?!”

Jack said flatly. Freddy nodded. Trying to suppress the goosebumps all over his body. Jack's anger like this was actually terrifying. Like the anger of an introvert who was completely unpredictable. Brandon cleared his throat to lighten the mood. "You haven't answered who found the camera." Freddy wore an expression that seemed to say, "Bro, please don't bring it up again. Can't you see he's like the grim reaper?" "Yes, Freddy. Why haven't you answered?" Jack replied, now smiling. An odd smile.

“Why? Did you also like Celine’s mom?” “No!” Fredd declined, waving both of his hands mid-air. “Freea is my best friend! How can I like my best friend? It’s like asking me to kiss my brother’s butt. And I only loved your mother than time.” “So why are you blaming yourself?” Fredd heaved a sigh and answered, “It because I made her hesitate. I was so against the idea of her marrying the three leaders. Freea hesitated because I begged her to consider. Basically, I stalled the time before the catastrophe happened. And what is the ending? She died. Her husband died. Harvhey was fed up with loneliness. Kloper’s life went on mess. And Groid, he was left alone. All because I stopped Freea.”

Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My head guard slowly looked up, his face pale with humiliation. “Sir…” he whispered, voice shaking. “It’s not a bomb.” The song continued happily. Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… My jaw tightened so hard pain shot through my skull. Freddy hadn’t just fooled me. He had walked into my house alone, threatened me, kneeled me down, and offered me a devil’s deal. Then he walked out untouched and left me standing there listening to children’s music like a complete idiot.