Fazbear Frights Graphic Novels & Stories

He knocked Bravo to the floor at breakneck speed while tapping the acupoints on his temples and his ears rapidly. Bravo instantly came to his senses and was panting as if he was almost killed. "What the fuck… Who let a bear in here?!" A miniboss quickly asked, "A bear? What are you talking about, boss?" Bravo did a double take and turned toward the factory entrance. "What do you mean? It was right there!" "It's a fear-inducing hallucinogen, possibly the Stiffheart Fruit or the three-tailed scorpion's poison… Wait!"

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

I said, handing her the chart. “Bout damn time,” Zoe huffed. I immediately tensed up when our 10:30 came in. Our patient’s owner was a good-looking guy around Zoe’s age, possibly a little older, and from what I’ve seen, he was her type. If you looked up ‘frat boy’ in the dictionary, his face would be splayed on the page. He was checking her out, and I found it harder and harder to control my jealousy. “Good morning. My name is Zoe, and I’ll be examining Titus today,” Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears.

Right now, it was sitting on top of a messy pile of tax receipts, being used as nothing more than a paperweight to keep the drafts from blowing the documents away. A cold, wicked grin spread across my lips. I picked up the fang. Its surface was jagged, cold, and slightly discoloured near the root. I set it down under the direct light of the desk lamp, took out my terminal, and snapped a grainy, unedited photo. I opened the Moonbook app, uploaded the picture, and typed a single caption. Found this old bone on my desk. Someone told me it’s a fang from some unknown wild beast. No idea if it’s real or just rubbish. Anyone know what this junk is worth, anyway?

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

CHAPTER 12 WARNING WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! A lynx knows when a secret isn’t supposed to be told to anyone, and the moment he smelled her memories, Ferlin realized who Zane is.

Unable to stop herself, Fara rolls away from the ravenous attacker when her head hits a protruding rock nestled within the ground; making her erupt into an agonised wail before curling up in terror. With no delay in hearing Lillie’s outcry, Ash firmly plants his paws into the ground beneath him—burying his nails deep into the dirt as he attempts to bring us to an abrupt stop. Spinning around, Ash turns in the girls’ direction while his feet scuffle wildly before they find their footing once more. Bursting into an unkempt sprint, we race towards the pair while I clutch onto Ash’s fur—leaning upwards as I ready myself to jump off, bracing myself to get Fara while he assists Lillie. As we near

Liam said while trying to gain control of me but I stay rooted in my place knowing there is nothing I can do to help. The trashing and biting and growling went on for more than five to ten minutes. One minute Tracy was having the upper hand but the next, Riley draw out her claws and run it over Tracy's body. “That shit is absolutely going to hurt" Keith said. “I give up" Tracy said weakly after turning back making all four of us to break out into cheers. I immediately run towards my mate to make sure she gets medical attention...

This reminds me of the scene back when I turned 18, but somehow this seems a lot more… gruesome. I hear it before I see it and manage to move out of the way of its large paw. “What the fuck is that?!” Kon cries out with wide eyes, but I had no fucking clue this time. The beast looks like a rottweiler but is as large as a fucking grizzly bear, and right now, it has its blood-red eyes trained on me. What the fuck is happening here? Where is Caterina? Movement out of the corner of my eye gets my attention, and I see Fenriz’s Lycan beast jump behind this massive dog and grab it in a chokehold.

"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.