Fritz Fnaf Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes, seemingly lost in endless pleasure. ‘The power of these quasi-level nines is much stronger than that of beasts. Unfortunately, there are too few of them. Their help is very limited,’ he thought, ‘But that doesn’t matter. Tonight is the time for the final sacrifice. If I can sacrifice all those people, I will surely gain back my full power.’ Soon, Fritz rushed onto the scene. He had been attending to matters outside but hurried in upon hearing the commotion. He wanted to check what was going on, and upon seeing the corpses, he was shocked.

“What’s up, Fizz?” I replied, standing up on my feet and putting my paperwork to the side. Fizz was my right-hand man – the brother that I could rely on no matter what, to get me through every situation. He was Pakistani, with pale eyes, a rugged beard, and a strong, well-built frame. We’d known each other since we were kids, and we did everything together. We weren’t related by blood, but he was the only man out of everybody who worked for me who I could call my own family, and would trust with my own life. His name was Faizan, but we all called him Fizz.

Weston fumed at what Fiona told him. He was so furious that he picked up a chair and broke it with his hands. Their parents had gone for a walk and Fritz had found a group of girls camping a little distance away and went to strike up a conversation with them. Francesca was resting in her tent and hurriedly came out hearing the noise. A scared Fiona escaped to where Fritz was. "What's wrong, bro?" Francesca asked him gently. "Nothing, Fran, " he muttered.

Who the hell shout "hello!!, is anyone home" when entering her house after school. okay, I have seen it in a horror movie but this is so weird okay let me stop the pretense I'm kina freaking out here. so I came back from school just now and met my house in a very weird state. All lights off and someone is sobbing inside my kitchen. "mom" I called while moving closer to the door. "holy shit" I cursed when I looked inside the kitchen and saw my mom on the floor but in a very bad state.

He tried to rack his brain for how much food and a taxi ride would cost, but his mind, once again, drew an enormous, frustrating blank. He studied the pocket knife. It appeared worn and at first glance he didn’t see the initials engraved in the side. It was hard to make out, but he was reasonably sure the letters were M.Z.C. He checked his license again, hoping to clear up the mystery of the ‘Z’, but no middle name was listed. He clipped the knife to his pocket. He was picking up the ring of keys when Tom returned. “Are you ready, my man?” he asked.

“Okay. But there must be something you want.” “Nope.” “Come on. At least try.” Fritz scoffed. “Even if I do want something, why in the world would I put my trust in you? You literally gave me this!” He pointed to the unsightly scar on his cheek. “You’re the last person I’d come to cross anything off my bucket list.” He rolled his dark eyes. “You do realize there are some incredible reconstructive procedures available…” She was saying when the man dropped his legs back on the floor and glared.

“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.

I stated politely, deciding to be the better person. “Whatever." She brushed me off and ended the call. I gently placed the phone back on the seat and waited for Brian... Brian returned with a big paper bag and a big smile on his face. He sat down and began to take the food out handing me a pack of fries and chicken. “I hope you didn't miss me too much." Brian said playfully still smiling. I didn’t but apparently, your girlfriend did… she called not too long ago.” I replied with no smile on my face. I watched as the color drained from his face.

This is one of the signs of what is happening to him. To be sure, I touched his wrist. It's faster than the normal heartbeat and it's doubled. Now I am sure. I went back to my desk to get an oil that would wake Fritz up. She needs to know her condition because she might not know. I approached Fritz with a small bottle that had a strong mint smell that I was sure would wake Fritz up. I held it close to his nose so he could inhale the smell. I wasn't wrong because he woke up to the smell I gave him. His eyes slowly opened and he was surprised to see me so he got up quickly.

Kristof acts surprised, making me roll my eyes. “How were you going to inform me? Via a fire opal?” I tease. We never communicate by phone or email unless necessary, and even then, we don’t use our own devices. “Telepathically.” He winks, leading the way to the basement. Just like he said, Father is awake, staring up at the ceiling. I hurry to the side of his bed, carefully taking his hand. “You woke up.”