Five Nights At Freddy's Game Over Novels & Stories

Shit. “Go, go warn your lover,” Thatcher says as I run past him. When I reach the glass, I slam my hand against the glass, but like me, there are a hundred people doing the same. I watch as Fred skates directly at Thatcher and all hell breaks loose. They throw punches and their teammates get involved, and it becomes a mess. Everyone is sent to the penalty boxes as the game stops because there are no players left to play. Fuck. I run around the rink trying to get to Fred and when I stop behind his penalty box, I move between the people, shouting for him. There’s no way. I need to get his attention some other way.

Now that I had confronted her and reminded everyone of her vile act, Whitney could no longer hold her head up in public. As she walked past me, she huffed, "I'll be honest with you, Ingrid. I want Samuel, and I will have him." I shrugged nonchalantly and quipped, "Do as you please." The banquet drew to an end without any other issues. After I finalized the partnership with Melvin, Neil helped me see him out. I was planning to book a room on the top floor to get some rest when a waiter approached me with a small card. "A gentleman requests your presence, Ms. Sutherland."

You don't have to wear protection tonight, and you can do it as many times as you want… I'll be good, please? Sam's gaze darkened instantly, his restraint completely shattering. He pressed Nicole down onto the bed, losing himself in a frenzy of passion.

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

The first bar they hit was loud and sticky, the air buzzing with music and laughter. Freddy hustled them into a game of darts with two frat boys—Chase and Ethan, both cocky in their backward caps and college hoodies. Freddy squinted at the board and let her dart fly. It bounced off the edge and landed in someone’s abandoned nachos. Ethan howled with laughter. “A bold strategy, Freddy!” “Guess I’ll try to keep it on the board.”

Freddie’s POV I was just as surprised. Collins, who was the last to come out, said, “So, you guys didn’t notice. I knew it was late, that’s why I suggested we stop playing. But both of you were too focused on winning.” I wiped the surprised look off my face and scoffed. “Don’t act like we were the only ones into the game. You were just as hooked.” “Alright, alright, I admit it,” Collins nodded, though it didn’t seem like he meant it. “Anyway, it’s already night. Let’s go clubbing.”

This game was over, and tomorrow, life would return to Tan Height. Elvin never said what would happen if she held past the five minutes, and she said yes. Was that the answer she was considering? Now, she couldn't tell. She was lost in the sea for she had finally slipped, and she was completely out of it and shaking. She must have said something, but she didn't know what it was. Either way, Elvin didn't stop. Instead, he stopped with the torture of his fingers and tongue, and he slid his sex into her.

Everyone was watching, cameras were probably rolling and by tomorrow this would be everywhere. Alpha Cowell brawls in the club over Luna. Derek took a step towards Freya. “I’m sorry,” he said to her. “For this, for tonight,” She didn’t respond. He looked at me. “This isn’t over.” “It’s over when I say it’s over,” I replied. “No,” Freya said. “It’s over when I say it’s over.” She turned to the crowd. “Show’s over,” she announced. “Go home.”

Freya/Freddie's pov I’m sitting in the locker room, staring at my phone’s black screen, trying to wrap my head around what just happened on the ice. I passed their test, actually pulled it off, and the reality of it hasn’t sunk in yet. The adrenaline’s fading now, leaving me shaky, exhausted, and aching all over, but it’s the kind of pain that feels good, the kind that tells me I pushed myself to the limit and came out stronger.