Foxy Fnaf Nightmare Novels & Stories

“Good. I promise I’m gonna find a way to do it. I’m already looking into it, okay? But only if you behave. No more noises in the middle of the night.” The poor thing couldn’t knock fast enough. I smiled, nodding. “See? We got this.” “Back, Fran. Trying to touch,” the Blotters warned. I grabbed the LED and aimed straight at the corner. I heard the hurried shuffle and a deadened mix of growl and moan. “Hungry.” “Yeah, bet it is.” “That wasn’t us.” My eyes widened like grapefruits, and I aimed the LED away from the corner.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

l Anger started to trigger in his brain so he went out because that silence did not calm him down. He spun around while holding his head and was pulled out by it, then his intention changed to a furry appearance as his nails on his hands and feet began to grow, his body shape changed from its normal state and then the tail that was about to touch the ground with its length, his eyes flashed before he looked up.

And I’m going to get him back. I'm having another nightmare. In this one, I'm in a dark room and I can't see a thing. I'm panting and calling for Jaxon, but there's no response. I run out and fall into a pile of snow. When I look up, there's a full moon, shining so bright like the sun. Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

My heart was in my stomach as I wrote down the details, fighting the urge to throw up as I urgently scribbled the remnants of my memory. -------- Bloodshot, tear-stained grey eyes looking through smoke, a golden goblet with rubies around the rim. A man with three scars across his neck, dressed in black, stood over the lifeless body of Alexander who was bleeding heavily somewhere outdoors -------- At least you have a starting point Fyre muttered in an attempt to remain positive. I wrote every dream down and then locked the notebook away but after a week of waking up in terror, I needed to stop kidding myself. Every night so far the dream ended with me hearing my own heart-rending scream. Than

I shouted, suddenly gaining confidence, and then I raised myself off the floor. "Alright. You heard me. She told me to face my nightmares. You're a nightmare. You're mine—my nightmare. I am facing you without fear. Remember you asked why nightmares are called nightmares. That's because they're not safe right? Well, I will ask you a question. What is a nightmare without fear?" I asked, and it didn't move. A little smile crept up on my face although a little doubt began to seep in as it refused to move. I had expected to be freed from the nightmare immediately I faced it and let it know I wasn't scared, but nothing was happening, until all of a sudden, it looked up at me, still with the darkne

“Get up you lazy girl!!!,” I heard my mom scream at the top of her lungs. I thought it was a dream because I was sure I wasn't at home. I shrugged turning to the other side of the bed, I believed I was still at Nicky's home. It must be the Trauma of my childhood, coming to my nightmare again. My eyes snapped open as cold water splashed on my face and body. I jolted up from the bed, to meet those menacing brown eyes of Fiona Grey.

Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.

" Grandmother cried sadly. “Mom… Grandfather... Grandmother won't abandon me, I was wrong, I know I was wrong”.." "Get out of here!" Three twisted faces, like vengeful spirits, attacked Fiona. “No!” Fiona woke up from the nightmare. "What's wrong?" Darwin's voice brought Fiona back to reality. He got up and frowned as he followed the sweat on Fiona’s back. "Having a nightmare?" Fiona’s forehead was covered in cold sweat as she glanced at him. The dream was vivid, and Fiona even suspected that they had truly reached her through dreams. She had really disappointed them. And all of this was thanks to Darwin.