Depressed Freddy Fazbear Novels & Stories

As Freddy watched himself get closer to the window, he could even feel the wind on his own butt crack, which made him panic. “No, wait, let’s talk this out. Don’t do this. Hey, hey, hey, don’t throw me. I’m begging you!” Freddy was scared witless. The building was over 20 f*cking levels high. How could they actually throw a person down there in broad daylight?! Javier asked from the couch, “Can we talk properly now?” “Yes, yes, definitely. I’ll talk properly. Of course I will.” No longer having his previous bluster, Freddy was about to pass out from fear now. When Herschel tossed him back down on the floor, he heard Javier ask, “This secretary of yours…”

Those words haunted him and jolted him awake from his nightmares. Then, the butler told him that Joy was about to die in the freezer. She had been locked inside for more than ten days. The repeated freezing and short periods of warming up again made her suffer a mental breakdown. The doctor said that she was not going to last very long. William just grunted. He no longer had the energy to even care. He did not even have the strength to stand up. The weight of guilt and regret defeated him. When important company documents were brought to him, he found himself unable to register a single word he read.

“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.

] After a while, Caroline received a reply from Freya. Freya: [Well, patients like her who have suffered significant trauma often voluntarily forget memories they want to forget. These memories are deeply ingrained in their minds, and they resurface when they see something or someone specific, causing them to regain their clarity.] Freya: [Ms. Shenton, I'll be blunt. In my observation, her moments of clarity are not a good sign. During those times, she also exhibits severe symptoms of depression, anxiety, and even manic episodes. Additionally, during her episodes, she often mumbles things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine. As for what she said, I'll compile a report and send it to

My comments exploded. [Bro is so obsessed with a woman he's making up accusations.] [Check Mara's company's official account. They already called the police. Justice finally wins.] [People like this belong in jail. Get help and stop losing your mind online.] Comments. Messages. Nothing but insults. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my knees. "Mom... that guy looks so sad..." "Come on. Stay away from people like that. Who knows what diseases homeless people have." Their footsteps faded.

“I’m listening, E.” She sank down into the grass, one arm propped on her knee, the other clutching the phone. “The world’s going to hell. Again. Only this time it’s, like… personal hell. One of my girls is about to lose her shit because her undead mommy just crawled out of whatever crypt she’s been hiding in. Everyone’s looking at me like I’ve got answers, but all I’ve got is sarcasm and increasingly aggressive eye twitching.” “Still better than what most people bring to the table,” he said gently.

Frederick’s POV I'd be better off dead! I was crying, feeling all my misery. I couldn't even remember the last time I had cried, but I was crying. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down, but my face was killing me. It seemed like those nurses weren't even giving me the right dose of medication because it hurt so much. And I had been left deformed, completely strange, and the scars... I was so handsome, but now I was a monster!

Four faces turned toward me with the same expression the specific look of children encountering an adult who has just said something too good to be immediately trusted. “All of it?” Loveth said carefully. “All of it,” I confirmed. “Aquarium, jellyfish, amusement park, the upside-down ride, ice cream first because Dean is right about that one, and the spinning thing at the park at the end. All of it. One day. Starting now.” Freddy stared at me for exactly one second before turning to his siblings with the energy of someone who had just won something enormous. “I told you daddy was the best one.”

Author’s POV It wasn’t freddy. It wasn’t Freddy but his own hallucination. Due to the past mental stress and exhaustion his mind was filled with the thought of freddy coming back into his life and running everything he has now. And eventually that evening he ended up being tricked by his mind which played him well.