Five Night At Freddy Fazbear Fright Novels & Stories

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

Like someone else entirely. *** By the time 8 p.m. rolled around, Finley was already at Nocturne. Through the crack in the private room door, he immediately spotted Renee. She was draped over the lap of a fat man, laughing flirtatiously as she sipped red wine. The man's hand rested shamelessly on her chest, and she didn't seem to care. Fury erupted in Finley as he burst into the room. "Renee, what the hell are you doing?"

"But not this time." With a sinister tone, a laugh erupted from Raven and at that moment I saw complete terror rush over Jasmine’s facial expressions. Her lip trembled and her forehead wrinkled. “Let’s see you try it with me.” She dropped her grip on Jasmine’s neck and a loud intake of air came from her. “You’re crazy! Someone get this bitch away from me! Guar-,” Her shout was cut off as I watched Raven contorted wind directly from Jasmine. The breeze began blowing violently around me and a shout from above caught me off guard.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

With the help of the lightning flashes, I hit record, zoomed in, and captured the license plate. On the screen, I saw the man toss Dorothy into the back like a piece of luggage. My heart jerked violently, pain stabbing with every beat. Then, I shifted the camera and caught another scene. Chester's assistant stood by the van, handing the leader a thick envelope. The moment the recording ended, it felt like my insides were burning. "Hang in there, Dottie… Mommy will save you. Just wait a few more hours, okay?" I watched the van disappear into the rain. I didn't chase it and throw my life away. I knew, for a fact, that I needed power—someone who could crush Chester and make that van stop.

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.”

Usually, all five of us filled this space, but tonight it was just Rory and me. Robin had sent in two girls to keep us busy. On the floor, Rory was already finished with the pleasantries. He moved with a cold, rhythmic cruelty, pinned to the carpet as he worked. He didn’t care about her comfort. He didn’t care if she could breathe. He was just biding his time, waiting for the exact second his body peaked so he could tear into her throat and drink his fill. I kept my eyes on the wall, trying to let the physical friction burn away the image of a different face. Rilla.

“Tell me which of these people you recognize.” We crossed over, curiosity outweighing our interrupted moment. “What is this?” I asked. “Everyone who was around Freddie’s locker in the twenty-four hours before he found the flash drive,” Dorothy replied. I scanned the spread. Familiar faces jumped out at me. “This is almost everyone on the Snow Bears,” I muttered. “Freddie always keeps a snack stash in his locker,” Ledger admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “So most of us have access to it.”