Freddy Fazbear Angry Novels & Stories

He turned to the three others. "I've been patient with you, but you've crossed the line. You'll pay with your lives!" The oppressive homicidal intent swept toward them from every corner. His anger was so intense that it seemed to freeze the air around him. Lucy and Marissa shuddered in fright. "What's with this kid? Why's he suddenly so scary?" Charlie, however, was full of himself. "Huh! You're putting on a show, right? You broke my hand last time. Now it's time for some payback!" He pulled a dagger from his belt and thrust it at Frederick's torso.

Fourth try: still nothing. Fifth try: Freya's patience is running out. "This is so annoying, why can't I hit the stuffed toy? Did you put glue in it?" Freya asked the game facilitator causing me to smile at her in amusement. "Do you want me to get the stuffed toy for you, mate?" I asked Freya and she just takes a deep breath, she had already given up on the idea that she could still get the SpongeBob SquarePants stuffed toy so she nodded at me and let me take it for her.

No woman should have that power over a man, let alone a beast. Everyone is busy running around and finding the best spot for their personal tent. Billy and Freddie are having a heated conversation with hands animatedly flying about and their faces red. Freddie suddenly looks over at me and frowns, then turns his back on the still irate Billy, who shouts at Freddie as he shifts into his hawk form and flies high into a tree. I saunter over to Billy as he mumbles and grumbles about petulant young people who are selfish and have no respect for their elders. Which I find hilarious.

She’d been handling his cock. 416 growled. Her gaze flicked up to his face. He watched her with dark, furious eyes. She realized she cradled him still inside her palm and released his cock quickly. “Sorry! I had to remove it.” She glanced down at his appendage and saw the line where the rubber band had injured him was still red and angry looking. “I’m sure it will be okay.”

Frederick chuckled sinisterly as he stared menacingly at me, “You wouldn’t be saying that if I wasn’t behind these bars.” He was trying to make me angry, and I hated to admit it was working. I didn’t want to show him that, “You seem to forget how I beat your ass just fine.” Fredrick growled and looked like he wanted to launch himself at me, but he stopped just as he got to the silver bars that hissed in a warning as he got too close. With a deadly glare, he took a singular step back and tried to stand up straight to save whatever pride he had left.

I found Freck's angry face very funny. “I don't have time for this nonsense, Abby, I'll wait for you in room 23B.” She said in a voice vacating the chair, rolling her blue eyes before leaving and I don't know if it was my ideas but the soda can in her hands was reduced to a piece of metal crumpled up like a ball of paper. Why so angry, Freck? “Did it multiply by zero?” Abby asked, reduced to a ball of fabric. “Ujum. He is very angry, another rage and he turns into the Hulk.”

Grumbling and groaning, I stomped to the fridge for a cold can of soda and gulped some mouthfuls. "Bastard!" I shouted after swallowing. My breaths came out in heavy pants and I crushed the can in my hand, not caring that the rest of the drink spilled down my hands to the floor. "I'll kill him! I'll fucking kill him and feed him to pigs." "My, not the sight I had expected to see," Frederick's voice reached my eyes and I whipped around to see him sitting on my sofa. Lost in my anger, I hadn't noticed he was around.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

Freeda counted her breaths, one, two, three, refusing to shake. Scott stared through the windshield like he wanted to drive straight through it. Kris whispered, “You okay?” Scott laughed once, short and joyless. “No.” Freeda looked at him. “Then say that.” He finally turned to her. “I’m angry.” Winnie muttered, “Yeah, we noticed.” Scott ignored her and kept his eyes on Freeda. “I’m angry because they keep trying to make you small, and I keep having to watch it.” Freeda’s throat tightened. “I’m not small.”