Friday Night At Freddy's Security Breach Novels & Stories

“What have we done now? Did the pack observers catch us vacating the hotel perimeter at dawn?” “No, but there was a significant report about her distracting the staff so I could acquire your suite coordinates.” “Wait—is that how you bypassed the security desk?” “Correct. Ancient methods of distraction. We were prepared to utilize Caleb, but Freya determined the attendant was an easy mark. She seduced her and secured the keys.” “Gross!” She flushed, shielding her eyes. “I certainly didn't require that level of detail.” “She’s quite proud. It’s a new personal record for Freya in terms of speed.”

His face drains of color. “What?” I demand. “Daniel, what is it?” He lowers the phone slowly. “Building security just reported an attempted breach. Someone tried to access the private elevator using Lydia Crane’s old credentials from when she visited months ago.” The words don’t make sense. Then they do. She’s here. She’s already here. Harper grabs my arm. “We need to leave. Now.” The lights go out. Emergency power kicks in. Red exit signs glow. Backup generators hum.

I forgot how to breath, forgot what I was there to do in the first place. As I was thinking of the next line of action to take, the monitors suddenly all synchronized. All the three screens present at the same time. I turned to face the man behind me, and I heard him swearing under his breath. "Shit..." I heard him raise the radio, but I didn't care, and I didn't wait. "Security breach in sub basement 3. We've got an unauthorized access event..." There was no time to waste. I quickly grabbed the hard drive, connectef to the tig, and the next, I yanked it free.

Fred froze with his hands still reaching toward Jenna. Panic on his face. "What… What are you talking about? Have you gone mad? You're just accusing everyone around you because you can!" "Which one of us has lost their mind?" I said as I took out a blood test report. "Fred, a thunderstorm knocked out the security cameras outside the department office for two hours that night, so you slipped inside. You were so nervous that you didn't notice when the edge of a desk cut you."

Elena disappeared back into the crowd before I could complain further, and I was left alone to nurse the drink while I scrolled through my phone. Five minutes later, I finished it, ten minutes later, the room felt warmer and fifteen minutes later, the floor felt strangely soft beneath my feet, and my stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. I hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to feel like this. The light blurred, voices echoed, and my pulse hammered. A cold knot formed in my chest. Someone had fucking messed with my drink, and before panic could fully settle in, a loud cheer erupted from the centre of the room. “Truth or Dare!” I heard Elena yell out, and everyone yelled in excitement. Soon,

He had enough ghosts of his own. It happens on the fifth night. The neon sign was buzzing outside the shop as the last customer left. The car wash shut down. Jaylen locked the front doors, Marco mopped the tile and Rico was still shirtless in the wash bay, scrubbing oil stains from the cement floor. The security camera above him were blinking red. Upstairs, The Boss lit a cigarette and watched him on the screen. Smoke curled from his lips as he took in the image: Rico bent over, his muscles taut and his sweats were dripping down his spine.

August dismissed the figure as not Drust, because this person stood much shorter and groaned over the parcel he carried. With no more time to deliberate it, August struck. He brained Fagan on the top of his head, drilling the bone in his right hand into the mop of the blacksmith’s hair. August’s strike caused an immediate reaction as the thick man dropped the bag he carried. Not content that he subdued the stumbling man, August used the bone in his left hand in a sideways swipe, nailing the rear of Fagan’s skull. The man fell forward, half coughing, half swearing in shock.

"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared, There we go again. "I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered, I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what? Mission escape failed. "From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone. His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.

Joe patted Collin on the shoulder to console him. “You know the consequences of escaping, right?” Collin reminded them. “You mean running from the cops, living lives like criminals, thinking of death every day?” Allen outlined them. They all chuckled and admitted and shook hands. They heard footsteps approaching them suddenly. Furthermore, they all stood guard to see who it was that was coming towards them. “Oh my goodness, the security here is kind of tight” Freddy commented. “Freddy!” Joe exclaimed with happiness. A handkerchief with chloroform was used to cover the wardens nose to make him fall into a deep slumber. The key to the door was stolen from his pocket and the door was opened imm

“If I still see it online in three minutes, you’re fired. Now get out.” Ertha shut his mouth instantly. Three minutes? His boss just handed him a mission impossible. Without another word, Ertha bolted from the office. Daimon sat down at his desk and powered up his computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he accessed the security system. What the hell? The entire Blackwood Corporation’s firewall had been breached. Their security system? Completely down. His eyes darkened. Who did this? Who had the guts to play this kind of game with him?