Freddy Fazbear Jumpscares Novels & Stories

Jackson laughed. “W-what are you trying to-say?” Freya asked. “You mean it, right? You really intend to scare me,” Jackson said, trying to catch Freya’s attention. Freya faced Jackson with raised eyebrows. She smiled as she looked up at it. The looks she throws at Jackson are sharp. “Excuse me! I’m not a maniac,” Freya said. “Huh? I didn’t say anything that rude. I just said that you are trying to scare me.” Jackson stopped talking and smiled. “You’re getting noticed,” he whispered.

I turn on my laptop, and I immediately freeze. It is not my first time watching it. I have seen this video multiple times and I can narrate it from the top to bottom. I have watched it so many times that I have never been able to get rid of the fear in my mouth. I am immediately transported back to that night when it all happened. I grip the chair tightly when I see the masked man zipping his trousers down, the camera moves to show Mama's dead body and my mouth dries up. the man starts laughing.

Concern layered over curiosity. Freya leaned back slightly, exhaling. “I didn’t mean for that,” she murmured. Her eyes lingered on a news clip thumbnail showing Wendy being wheeled into the ambulance. Xander beside her. Greg in the background. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad. For the first time since all of this had started, something felt off. A loud sound cut through the quiet. Freya froze. Another one followed. She frowned, pushing herself up from the floor. “What was that?”

Val said. She was more possessive over Freddy than I was and i was pretty possessive myself. “Goodnight, champ,” Darius whispered, pressing a kiss to Freddy’s head. I watched them both, and though my heart felt full, I couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine. Freddy’s nightmare had felt… too real for him. Too vivid. I was sick with fear trying to figure out whether out whether it was just trauma or maybe he was being attacked… he could not be.

I feel like I'm daydreaming about seeing my mate so happy that I didn't notice her approaching the huge computer screen and I snap out from my daydream when I saw Freya gently poke the computer screen with her gun controller. "What the hell! Hey, don't do that, mate" I said and somehow panic when I saw Freya banging her gun controller on the huge computer screen. "What are you doing, mate? Are you trying to break the screen?" I asked Freya in disbelief. Fortunately, the computer screen didn't crack from the banging that my mate did. "Sorry, there's just a lot of zombies. I can't kill them all." Freya innocently exclaimed and I can't help but laugh at her.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Other than the scorched earth, nothing else was left standing. "Ohhhhh ... so that's the power of 10d6 fire damage" Zark thought. Nyos and Frey looked puzzled and couldn't help but laugh out loud in front of Zark. "... Frey, prepare a new scarecrow." "Ah. Yes, I will do it immediately! " Frey advanced holding another scarecrow, and placed it next to the ashes of the previous one.

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

ZORA'S POV The very next day, the stress I had gone through the previous day hit. I was exhausted in every possible way- not just physically. The thought of going to work and bustling about literally made me cringe. I still had not gotten over the scare from yesterday. Though Freya's fainting spells had become more frequent over the last few months, each episode struck fear deep into my heart. The doctor's reassurances did nothing to make me calmer. I could not get used to my little girl collapsing frequently.

Freya sat on the three seater couch, slowly grinding on her popcorn while she watched the latest TV horror show, "Evil Dead Rise." She has heard of the movie so she decided to give it a try. While she was busily watching the movie, the door suddenly banged open. Fear gripped her heart, in a reflex action, the popcorn in her hands fell to the ground. She frowned thinking it was Olsen, her elder brother, since that was another trait of him whenever he returns home.

“I didn’t know that you’re even timider than kids.” Freya’s face turned crimson. She knew that she was being unreasonable, but she just wanted to grumble at someone. “Let’s go and ride the Ferris wheel, okay?” Ryan raised his brows. “You can’t be scared of Ferris wheels, right?” “Of course not. I’ve ridden it before.” Freya spoke with great conviction. Nevertheless, when the Ferris wheel gradually rose higher, Freya’s legs turned to jelly. “My God. We’re so high up. I have a fear of heights.” Ryan was at a loss for words.