Freddy Fazbear X Novels & Stories

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

Frank tries to go for Freddy's throat, but Freddy slaps his face away with his large paw before he quickly uses his hind legs flipping Frank off of him. They both quickly get back to their feet, growling. Freddy moves quickly biting down on Frank's shoulder shaking him back and forth, before taking him to the ground. Before Frank could get back up Freddy is back on him ripping fur and flesh from Frank. Freddy quickly moves to lock his jaws on Frank's throat forcing him to submit.

And Zachary tortured Freddy for twenty excruciating minutes. “Look at you,” Zachary’s cold laugh was in perfect harmony with the tense aura. “Do you think you can fool me?” He asked in a low voice. He pulled Freddy’s hair up, causing the man whose arms had been torn from his shoulders and only flesh was left for them not to completely fall, to stand, his shaking legs trying hard to support his body. His scalp was bleeding and felt like it was going to come off too. “AArrghhh!! Kerrghh…”

— What’s your biggest pet peeve? — Stupid people. — he says with a shrug, then spins the bottle. It lands on Ryan. — Truth. — Ryan says. — How many times have you done it in one day? I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. — Freddie asks, raising his eyebrows. — Three times. — he says, laughing and shaking his head. He spins the bottle and—of course—it lands on me. Who else? — Truth. — I say, not trusting that he’d give me a dare.

The people on the internet were talking about it like crazy. [Holy cow, Freya is four months pregnant! I couldn’t tell at all. She’s still so beautiful at four months.] [Please, that’s not the point, okay? The point is that Freya never targeted Jackson Corporation at all.] [Did you see the urgent notice that the supervision department released just now? There really is something wrong with Jackson Corporation’s biscuits. Don’t buy them in the future.]

He looked utterly disheveled. Since reasoning wasn't an option, Frederick resolved to use his fists to resolve the matter. "Compensate them! And apologize!" he demanded. The rest of the Yorks were petrified by the bloody scene. No one dared to intervene or speak up. The last time they saw Frederick kill someone was during the ribbon-cutting ceremony with the Gallagher family. He had blasted Zion's head off. Who would risk the same thing happening to themselves? Xavier was furious, and his expression darkened. "Frederick! Enough! Having said all that, all you want is that over one million back, right? Take it! I'll consider that 1.22 million as charity!"

Gideon unclenched his fist and grabbed the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, ripping it away by force. "Bastard! Give it back!" Freddie roared. Gideon sneered, "As you wish. Here!" The Beast Supreme Bone was hurled through the air with devastating force, aimed straight at Freddie. "This is bad!" Morgan, Samson, and the others turned pale. The blow was too vicious. If Freddie took the full hit, he would either die or be crippled. He was, after all, Chase's uncle. They couldn't just stand there. Instantly, several people made their move to block it. Even so, the Beast Supreme Bone Spike broke through layer after layer of defense, slamming into Freddie. His body cracked open like a splitting log, crashi

"Looks like no one will be here to watch you die tonight, Freddy." Freddy stood up straight, arms crossed. He answered Oscar's taunt with a single sneer. "You're too arrogant, Oscar," he said in a deep, weighty voice—a real threat, a promise to kill him. "On the contrary, I just don't want to humiliate you in front of an audience. At least I don't want Era to hear the details of your death."

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.

“Ngh!” Freddy was trembling in pain on the ground, as if he had been stabbed a dozen times. He was acting high and mighty before; he thought that he had everything planned out, but nothing mattered at that moment. Pain was the only thing visible on his face. He couldn’t even say a single word, let alone make threats to Harvey. He was alive, but it was probably better for him to die. “Young Master Garcia!” “What’s wrong?” “What happened to you?!”