Fredbear Nightmare Novels & Stories

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

Lana reminds me of one of those boyish runway models, where Bree is a pinup girl. Bree is not the only one who has been having weird nightmares, though. Over the past year, I’ve been having terrifying nightmares too. It happens every few weeks. And every time it happens, I’m afraid that I’ll never wake up. It is the most terrifying of all. It always starts out the same…

Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Need to figure out how to counter this before it destroys everything. But first I need to check on Freya. Make sure she is still sleeping. And just as I was about to take another step our eyes met

And that sort of irritated him. He looked back at the Shifter, feeling a little defeated even though Ezekiel hadn't said a word yet. Calm and shocking blue eyes just analyzed him. Waited patiently for a response. Brandon felt compelled to say something to fill the expectant silence between them. "Fine, I'll tell you, but it's nothing big." Brandon sighed as he finally broke the silence and answered his question. "I suffer from night terrors. I have a bad dream and I scream...That's it."

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

She tossed and turned with worry, and as soon as she fell asleep, a monster with elongated, sharp claws and pointy fangs attacking the wildlife plagued her dreams. It was a horrid scene, yet she did not feel threatened. In fact, in her dream, she wanted to approach the creature and get acquainted with it. Bree felt so comfortable with the creature that she even gave it a name. Brandon. Bree woke with a start and heard an animal howling in the distance. She hastily slipped her feet into the boots positioned by the door. In her gut, something told her she needed to investigate this creature. As soon as she unzipped the tent, cold air hit her face. The fog had descended onto the forest floor, c

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.

He ordered, his voice too cold for a Man who had just melted such punishment on his only child. “Father, no, you can't- Please.” I let out, my eyes starting to well with tears while my voice quivered. I could almost smell the blood oozing from the cut in my heart. The wound deepened the moment he turned around, ignoring my plea. “Please exit the building, Ma,” Fred said, and I let the tears out. “Free, don’t listen to Father. He is just kidding. I’m sure. Father will never…” My voice cracked, my throat hurting. “Father will never do this to me.”