Five Nights At Freddy's Game Over Novels & Stories

Spring asks, tossing her jacket to the floor as she sits down on the mattress. Without warning, Freddie grabs her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he snarls. “Why are you always nagging me about money? Once my streaming career takes off, you’ll be swimming in drugs. So quit whining!” He slaps her across the face, hard, before lighting a cigarette and shoving the white substance in his mouth from the shopping bags she brought and turning his attention to a video game.

Even score. Freddie didn’t speak. Just reset again. Ledger frowned slightly. “You good?” Still nothing. The final round was fast. Brutal, almost. Freddie cut around him quicker than Ledger expected, took the shot, and nailed it. 2–1. Freddie had won. He didn't celebrate though. Ledger hadn't played seriously. Ledger, panting a little now, moved closer and offered a fist bump. “Nice one. You’ve been practicing.” Freddie stared at the offered hand. Then looked up at him.