Fight Night At Freddy's Movie Novels & Stories

However, the moment Freddy's fist collided with Jormund's attack, his eyes widened in shock. He felt an unstoppable force surging from Jormund's fist! In the next instant— Boom— A dull explosion sounded. Freddy's body was sent flying, crashing heavily outside the ring. One punch! Jormund defeated Freddy with just one punch! "I..." Freddy lay on the ground, his inner energy in chaos, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his expression twisted in pain. But even so, he struggled to lift his head, looking at Jormund in disbelief!

He shoved her again, impatiently. "Stop making a scene here!" That push shattered the last of Lisa's fragile restraint. Staring at his cold, unfeeling face, her eyes twisted with madness. Before anyone could react, she yanked a fruit knife from her bag. "If I can't live, then neither can you!" "Lisa, don't!" Freddy's eyes went wide with terror as he stumbled back, but it was too late. Lisa lunged forward and drove the blade deep into his chest.

“The footage should be retrieved any minute.” Killian and Nathan glanced at each other. That would implicate their friend but strangely, Freddy’s demeanour incredibly calm. “Finally!” The officer exclaimed, ready to move on from the multi billionaires bar fight. It sure as hell would catch the buzz the next morning. But he needed his nap. The officer checked the footage on the monitor and leaned back into his seat. His countenance changed. His gaze shifted from Tristan and Freddy. “You started the fight, Mr. Young.” His tone assumed some seriousness.