Fazbear Frights #13 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Let me out! Stop the car!" I looked at the navigation screen. We weren't headed to a house. The coordinates were a string of hexadecimals that didn't correspond to any address I knew. Then, I saw it—a small icon in the corner of the screen. A logo I recognized from the news: Blackwood Bio-Medical Disposal.

The toxic screamer will be dead, and I will maybe be alive. “Do we have anything to set them on fire? I don’t have a lighter.” I asked on the radio. “I do.” Ezra whispered again. Thank god for that! After a few more heartbeats that took forever. I reached the area where Ezra was. There were a lot of dead mutants on the ground. Even 5 brutes. Ezra came out of the shadows where he was hiding. He looked a bit worn out, but thankfully, he looked to be in one piece. I handed him one of the many scarves I tied around me so he could cover his face.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and watched as Lilianna dug into my forearm with her claws. “Ahhhh! Lilianna, stop!” I screamed in pain. There was a blur of black hair as Janea burst through the door and ripped Lilianna off me. “What’s going on? Is she an enemy?” Janea asked. “No time to explain, just get that watch from my dad!” I yelled while dodging a punch from Lilianna. Janea nodded, not wasting another second. Lilianna was back on me in an instant, slashing at me as I was pushed back. She was so fast all I could do was block and dodge, there was no opening to attack.

"I thought you weren't coming." "Don't you worry. We're here, and when Mickey turns up..." As if on cue, the door crashed open and the shadow figure of Mickey the Stalker was standing there. "Hello, pussies," he growled. "We're gonna have fun tonight." "Oh yeah," Michael replied, "we sure are." He was standing behind Mickey, holding the Magnum to the back of the shadow's head. "The difference tonight, Mickey old pal, is that this isn't Kelly's nightmare..." The world twisted around them without warning. Suddenly they were in Mickey's Bar, and Mickey was tied, spread-eagled and naked, to the pool table. "...it's yours."

Except my paranoia had been right before. My fingers brushed over the scar on my wrist—an old reminder of the one night I didn’t walk fast enough, the one night I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I barely remembered the attack, just flashes of dark fur, claws, the taste of blood in my mouth. The doctors said it had been a wolf, a rare rogue sighting near town. I’d believed them. Until the dreams started. Every night since then, I woke up breathless, my skin burning, my body aching in ways I couldn’t explain. Like something inside me was stretching, trying to break free.

I land and roll as pain rips through my belly. “Marissa!” time seems to slow down as I watch Zodiac charge towards me. Jaws wide and claws aimed to strike. When she is close enough, I shift and we clash. Rolling, biting, scratching. Blood coats my white fur. I fling her before she crashes through the chairs as I leap on her, biting her muzzle, claws scratching down her chest.

The barrier shimmered with each bang, and several blue-white lines skittered over the surface that came from the furcan’s furs. “They’re trying to overcharge the barrier. I don’t know how wolves can do that, but...ugh…” Penn’s knees buckled, and her face twisted from the pressure she had to exert to hold the fort, although it was taking a lot to maintain it. “These furcans can.” “Keep holding it!” Azara shouted as the barrier rippled with the relentless way the furcans hurled themselves against it. “Ah! Get away!” A woman’s scream made us shift our eyes to the cages.

Place me in the middle of the city and I'm a newborn child. I'm also sick. Sick at heart. The longing for Tyboll is so strong my entire body shakes at night beneath the covers. It's a physical pain and runs so deep I feel it in every bone and muscle. I'm not sure how much more I can take. A customer slapped my butt this morning and he's lucky I only broke his fingers. My bear almost exploded from my human skin. The man yelled out, but Becky was on him before he could lift his uninjured fist. She told him if he came back she'd personally castrate him.

He scooped her up with ease holding her close to his chest as her scent surrounded him and Chloe’s head fell against his shoulder. “You’re welcome.” Sierra muttered as she put the cap back on the needle and put it back in her pocket. “What the fuck was that all about?” “Honestly, I’m not entirely sure.” Lucas frowned and looked down at the unconscious female in his arms. “But I had it under control.” “Sure you did. That’s why you look like you’ve gone ten rounds with a werebear.” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “I’ve sent out a distress call as well. Help should be here soon. Do you want to send a team after the feral?”

Shawty cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Dickson, stop playing! This isn’t funny!” Still, nothing. Whitney was already losing her mind. She grabbed onto Xavier’s arm, shaking him like that would somehow make Dickson reappear. “Oh my God, what if the bear ate him?! What if it’s still out there, waiting for its next victim? What if we’re next?!” Zara smacked the back of her head. “Whitney, shut up!”