Freddy Fazbear Angry Novels & Stories

I faced him, feeling trapped with no clear way out. “I’m curious about the lengths you’d go to protect those close to you,” Bellamy said, gripping my chin firmly to ensure I met his gaze. “You let Hugo have his way with you on that counter, and to safeguard your friends, you advised them to stay away. What lengths would you go to ensure their safety? I’m intrigued.” “Oops!” I heard Frederick’s voice rise in anger. He leapt from his seat, his eyes and voice reflecting something unsettling. As he moved, his face began to sprout fur, and his teeth sharpened into dangerous points.

Freddie agreed with a smirk, I knew he meant because I was sitting on him. “I hated it! How can you say that was good? I mean, jeez, they’re dead people who eat live people and turn them into flesh eating zombies too. And now I have to pee, and I’m scared to go on my own!” I whined, standing up and pouting. Why did I watch that stupid thing anyway? I knew it would scare me! All three of them laughed at me, but Freddie stood up. “I’ll come with you and check the bathroom for scary un dead before you go in, how’s that?” he offered, nodding his head towards the bathroom in the hall, smiling.

Freya yelled inside again "So tell me when will you go on a date." She asked. He cough suddenly when he listened her. "DATE! NOW YOU DIE IN MY HANDS" Freya's angry Freya angrily pushes the door and step inside. Joesph look at her shocked. She stares him in anger like she will eat him.

said Cindy Then Frederick made his way outside while Cindy headed to the counter. "Took you a long time" grumbled Zed when Frederic slammed the car door. "Shit! What's your problem man!" exclaimed Frederic "It's you who has a problem." replied Zed "Look, I understand you're pissed off about recent events, but you don't need to vomit your anger on everyone." reproached Frederic "I don't want to argue with you Frédéric." said Zed "You know what, fuck you!" Frederic threw angrily.

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

The effect of it made Jayda feel dizzy and she almost fell to the floor. Fred was quick enough to hold Jayda from falling then he glared at his mother. "Excuse me, ma. What the hell was that for?!" He couldn't imagine that he could be this angry. Furiousness was an understatement to what he was feeling. How could she slap his wife?, was what was ringing in his head. Fred's brain was boiling and smoke was almost oozing out of his nostrils and ears.

You don’t have to thank me. Ryan: [Please. She’s not even as pretty as you.] Freya smirked. Just as she was about to reply, Ryan added, [She’s not as chubby as you.] Freya flew into a rage. [Why don’t you say she’s not fat like me? Can you stop calling me fat? I’m not that fat either.] Ryan: [Are you mad? I didn’t say you’re fat. I said that you’re chubby. Do you understand what chubby means? It’s the cute sort.]

The angrier Freya was, the calmer Armstrong became. Because these past few years, he seemed to have gotten used to the arrogant behavior of Freya. There was nothing to care about. "Freedom? Space?..." Freya sneered. She immediately thought of something and asked, "Do you have a whore outside?" Armstrong looked at Freya. It was fine if she did not mention this. However, when she brought this up, Armstrong's face darkened uncontrollably. He pushed the chair away and stood up. His voice instantly became cold. He glared at her and warned, "I do have people outside, But Freya, I'm warning you, don't go too far. Otherwise, don't blame me for what I will do "