Fredbear Novels & Stories

Dire wolf jerky tasted a bit chewy, it was made from an oversized wolf, as for Radishorn pickles, it was more salty and sweet kinda similar to a radish pickle on earth, but unlike on earth Radishorn was a vegetable that look much more similar to a bamboo shot on earth except the bamboo shot was on steroid, simply said everything in fantasma was either oversized or undersized to their counterpart on earth. "But, you should changed the way you sell them…selling them by fist wasn't a good way, especially when the customer pick themselves…what if a giant person come and buy, then it's you will be in loss...let me suggest the best way to do it…..". I took around 2 hours of uncontrollable lecture

He rubbed the monkey in his arms that was asleep already. “You’re welcome!” The fairies replied. Raul blinked twice. “Wait. So that’s Fred-san…?” Raul asked. Beto frowned. “Fred-san is a monkey?” Kasuga nodded. “Yes. Fred-kun is our friend. He’s a lost Centelan monkey that wandered to our post a few times. Our chef likes to give him food, and he got used to the attention we gave him that he stays. He’s like our mascot by now.”

[System Message: You have tamed the elite monster, the ] [System Message: The (Elite) has become (Tamed)] [Please give the a name.] Kirou sat down next to the giant creature that was lying on its belly and ran his hand through its coarse fur as he tried to think of a name for the creature. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind.

[Heather] Buddy adjusted the camera to account for Ford’s larger size and gave me a thumbs up. I turned to the camera to give my introduction. “I’m Heather Olsen reporting from an undisclosed location. Today, I’m speaking with Duncan Stanford. A supernatural previously known as ‘Fenrir’ and newly labelled as the ‘Ulric’ of the wolves. Thank you for speaking with me today.” I smiled. “No problem. You can call me Ford. I’ll answer three questions. Then, I’ll tell you some stuff.” He replied.

Sam tried to take his hand back, he resisted but Ronald had a firm grip and he held Sam's hand tightly and looked at him in the eyes. "You need to trust me Sam, I won't hurt you anymore, just trust me",said Ronald, his eyes fixed on Sam's "Trust you?! TRUST?!",spat Sam,"Trusting you would be like trusting a lion not to hurt me! I am not comparing you to a lion, don't feel nice, because my father is a lion, Leo. Lion in Latin. He is a brave man ! Not you, you are a coward Ronald. A dog, oh sorry, even dogs are good and faithful and you are not. I....I hate you"

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

-Rose is already spoiling you- he says pretending to be angry. -No way, not at all- I say and we both laugh. The dark-haired man looks at us a little bit surprised. -Oh, this is Jack, Jack, this is my niece Kara- he smiles and holds out his hand to me, I accept it. He's a little taller than me. Bob gives her some exercises and sends me to the treadmill. I spend twenty minutes running to warm up. Then he sends me out to do sit-ups, squats and push-ups. Some people stare at me but I ignore them.

Freddie giggled, eyes filled with contempt. Second unsheathed his army dagger and made a fighting stance. He was ready for any possibilities. At the same time, the swirled sand around him slowly revealed what he didn’t expect. Second’s eyes widened. In an instant, the bear created by the sand appeared. Not one, not two but more than a dozen. “Malicious sand,” Freddie called it. Freddie was fond of bears. Furthermore, the majority of the bears were working for him. Therefore, he created these to show his favoritism to the bear. Although the body wasn’t as sturdy as the original, it was enough to fight this person… probably.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

"You look happy?" Bjorn whispered to me when I got home. I was surprised by his presence. He is not drunk but the expression he gives me is cold. "Do you need anything?" I hesitated, avoiding his stares. He walked closer to my seat then suddenly hugged me. I was surprised at what he did especially when he put his face close to my neck and then sniffed there. "Do you think I won't know the infedility you're doing?" he whispered coldly to me that I shuddered in my place.