Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach Roxy Raceway Novels & Stories

"It's not your fault, Freddy. We're just glad that Roxanne is going to be okay." ________________ Sentinel sat in his darkened living room, nursing a glass of whiskey as he watched the video on his phone. The video showed a pole dancer in person of Roxanne, falling off the pole at Club D'lux, owned by Jaxon Hearst, the infamous Rogue businessman. "Damn, that's brutal," Sentinel muttered to himself. As he watched, a stretcher was wheeled into the ambulance, and he could see the girl being loaded in. His phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Officer, this contains all the original evidence." Jared had someone set up a high-definition projector facing the white display wall at the neighborhood entrance. A massive image appeared on it, clear enough for every onlooking resident to see. There was only a single folder displayed on the screen, labeled "Evidence Chain". Inside were 147 high-resolution photos, 39 video clips, and 23 audio recordings. Everything had been carefully organized in chronological order. Jared opened the first clip. In the footage, Dexter used a key to carve the words "filthy whore" onto my pink Rolls-Royce. The smug grin on his face was captured with painful clarity by the high-definition camera.

"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared, There we go again. "I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered, I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what? Mission escape failed. "From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone. His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.

Vomit spilled through the gaps in the wire mesh and fell into the sea. The winch restarted and pulled the cage back to the 50th floor. Anisa curled up in the corner, her whole body twitching. Floyd picked up a walkie-talkie. His voice came through the speaker and reached clearly into the cage. "Even an old man could handle this ride, so why is a VIP like you throwing up? Let's do it again." The second drop began. This time, it accelerated even more. The instant the cage stopped, Anisa's head slammed into the iron railing, tearing open the skin around her eye socket.

he managed to say. Cassienne’s hands trembled as she pressed against the wound. “No—no, stay with me—” Around them—Chaos exploded as people moved and shouted. They panicked seeing the scene before them. Security locked down the entire floor. But the attacker—was gone. And on the polished floor of the most secure club in Southvale, Corren Thornwyck lay bleeding, while the night that began in celebration had turned into something else entirely.

"Mr. Ford, the person who met Amy Adams at the club that night was Roxy. Ms. Giselle then had someone erase the surveillance footage." This meant that Roxy had bribed Amy to steal Yasmin's sketches. After that, Giselle helped Roxy delete the surveillance footage. In order to check the footage himself, Malcolm braved the rain last night to go to Lamborghini Luxury Club. He found that a small part of the footage was missing, suspecting it had been deleted. Thus, he immediately requested the technical department to restore the footage. As a result, he saw Roxy meeting Amy. Blake instructed with a stern voice, "Send the evidence to the Ford family. Tell Roxy to issue a public explanation and com

Zoey was a local and knew more about the events in the city, so Rachel found it convenient to have her as a guide to familiarize herself with Breeze City. Soon after that, Rachel saw Zoey, who asked with a smile, “Have you had breakfast? I know a great breakfast spot where the meal for one person costs well into the four figures.” Rachel sighed. “You should’ve told me earlier. Let’s go next time.” Zoey nodded and was just about to say something when they heard a commotion nearby. They turned to look and saw several tall, tattooed, bald men knocking some women to the ground. Rachel’s brows instantly furrowed at the sight, but Zoey smiled. These were people that the Spencers had arranged for t

They were all fucking bugs that needed to be crushed. Clang! The unpleasant sound of steel hitting steel suddenly echoed loudly through the driveway and I turned to see the police van wide open, and the goons jumped out, scattering in different directions and pushing anyone who stood in the way. The small crowd in the driveway screamed as chaos broke out in just a second. The cops scattered too, chasing any of Freya’s goons they sighted among the panicking people running about. The security personnel were yelling, trying to get people to stay calm and direct them to safety. I even heard Freya’s loud laughter in the pandemonium.

one of them mocked. Inner Devil 2: ‘Let me out. I need to slap that woman’s face!’ “All this drama! Just leave,” said the redhead. Losing her patience, Freya texted Kenneth: [I’m in Freedonia, at your building lobby. Your receptionists refused to inform you. I need to speak with you. It’s life or death.] She called again. And again. “I think it’s time to call security,” the redhead murmured. Then, finally, Kenneth answered. “Freya.”

Unknown number. *We warned you. Check your email.* My stomach dropped. I opened it with shaking fingers. A video file. Not the old hallway one. A new one. Grainy security footage from the rooftop bar — me and Ryder leaving, his hand on my ass, the kiss in the elevator. The message attached read: *Next one goes public at 8pm unless you give us what we want. A private show. Tonight.* Ryder was at my side in seconds. He watched the video, jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind.