Freddy Fazbears Pizza Novels & Stories

We created the craft of patience, especially when it came to protecting our people. "You know we can both play this waiting game. But the longer you sit here and keep your mouth shut. The longer you go without food, and I brought pizza." I walked over to the door and grabbed the box of pizza I had Lincoln order half an hour ago. It was the best pizza around. Christopher Fratello owned their own restaurant, one of the pack members, and the recipe he used had been passed down through generations. And I know pizza is pizza. Wrong. This pizza was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, and I grew up in Gardenia, where Fae food was claimed to be the most deliciously sourced food around. Once y

well, I’m not quite sure what, she just said it was important. “Do you need your refreshments refilled?” A young man came around to Cassius’ side of the table with a bright cheeky smile. “Um maybe just a little more for me please.” I say as he pours some more champagne into my glass. “What do you think she needs to speak to us about?” Cassius asks when the guy walks away from the table. “That’s a good question, but I think the both of you know the answer.” A voice spoke up from behind us and our heads turned to find Queen Fara walking towards us, the click of her heels sounding loudly against the stone walk way.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Freddy grinned. “Follow my lead.” They joined a small crowd of other late-night bar goers—the only difference were they were in cars—slipping into the drive-thru lane on foot and advancing with the line as if they belonged there. Gemma lowered her voice. “Um, will they actually let us do this?” Freddy just winked. “We’re about to find out.” They walked up and stood at the glowing order speaker. Freddy leaned in, all confidence. “We’d like an order of fries and two chocolate shakes, please.”

I chuckled lightly and patted Twen's head, then looked at Fred asking "What are you doing here?" "Business works" he winked, "do remember the Italian restaurant, my dad had here?" I stared. I actually forgot about it completely. His dad owned few resturants across the city. Most of them were Italian but he had multi cuisine ones too. 'Pastaz' was the one Fred was talking about. It was not a very popular one here and didn't hit it off with the client base. So, his dad was planning to close it. So, I asked uncertainly.

The buzzer rang and she got up to attend to it, opening the door, it was the pizza guy. "Okay, so two Tikka Chickens, one Mexican Fiesta and the Chicken Crammed-Decker" he finished off reading and looked up at me, "damn you're hot," he said and Kaleb was immediately behind her. "Say something boy?" he asked and the boy quickly shook his head no handing him the boxes of pizza, Ray was trying so hard not to burst out in laughter. "Don't be so scared of him, he is just a grumpy old fool. You're cute." she told him and Kaleb growled, "Thank you, take a huge tip." she said as Kaleb closed the door.

“You didn’t click a single photo of the view. Just the view? These are all your photos, your selfies.” Zivah took back her phone, showing me the 50 plus selfies she had taken. “What are you talking about? I am the view.” I shook my head in resignation. I’ll have to remember to click some pictures of the view myself. “We are ordering some steak, Fajitas, and deep-dish pizza. Anything else?” Sebastian asked. “I want fries and a veg burger.” Zivah said. “Trying to quit eating meat.” She justified as the confused glances are thrown in her direction.

It was ten PM for Hemmings’ sake, who would go to a picnic at night? “What’s the first thumb’s up?” Frazier asked, leaning forward with a great deal of interest. Jess grinned. “Well, I can only give you one thumb’s up. You’ll get the next one if you treat my friend right and make her happy.” She leaned forward and whispered behind her cupped hand, “I hope you have a Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough flavor in your picnic box. It’s her favorite.” Tapping the side of her cheek with her forefinger, she quickly added, “oh, and margarita pizza. She doesn’t like tomatoes on burgers but she loves it on pizza.”

"As she headed towards the restaurant, she claimed she was getting out and picking up her purse. The structure was beautiful. I thought he didn't open until Friday. She muttered to herself as she walked into the restaurant. Zed had heard the kitchen door open. As he exited the kitchen, he served two plates of noodle stir fry and placed a bottle of white wine on the tray. He placed Freya's meal on the tray. He ran back into the kitchen and emerged with a steaming plate of pepperoni pizza. “Enjoy." He stated this as he sat in front of her, his own food in front of him, and they sat in quiet. He could hear her food moaning.