Funtime Freddy Fanart Novels & Stories

Freddie gripped my hand tighter and gave me his puppy dog face, asking for help. I just laughed and pushed him towards her. “Go on, Freddie, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased, laughing hysterically at his horrified expression, which quickly turned to a smirk. He gripped my h*ps and lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs so that our faces were inches apart. “Actually, I do. Lay down for me then, Angel.” He gave me a wicked grin but I knew he was only messing around.

Freddie giggled, eyes filled with contempt. Second unsheathed his army dagger and made a fighting stance. He was ready for any possibilities. At the same time, the swirled sand around him slowly revealed what he didn’t expect. Second’s eyes widened. In an instant, the bear created by the sand appeared. Not one, not two but more than a dozen. “Malicious sand,” Freddie called it. Freddie was fond of bears. Furthermore, the majority of the bears were working for him. Therefore, he created these to show his favoritism to the bear. Although the body wasn’t as sturdy as the original, it was enough to fight this person… probably.

Arthur snapped out of his trance and replied then returned to his game. Freya, on the other hand, became a statue at one of her photoshoots. “Nice, just stay still and a couple more shoots and we are done.” the photographer said as she took some pictures of Freya sporting a summer fashion clothing for a new line of fashion clothing of Prada. “And… we are done.” the photographer said but Freya still remained like a statue and did not dare to move. She was completely still.

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

If I had just have accepted the king mom would still be here. “He drew this…” Richard drew my attention to him, as he held a piece of paper out for me to see, a crayon drawing rested on it. It was quite good actually. “He’s a little artist in the making.” On the paper was a drawing of a a girl with dark hair, she had been given muscles, and her hair was tied in a ponytail that sat right at the top of her head, much like a unicorn horn which made me chuckle with tears still flowing. Is that really how Freddie viewed me? He saw me as this amazing, powerful superhero?

To calm the chaos that is in her heart and mind. “Wow man, that is amazing. When you said you were an artist I didn’t think you meant you were that good.” Freddie says breaking me out of my hallucination. I look at him waiting for any recognition of the person I just drew. Did I get the girl with the voice right? Is the image I saw in my head the right one? “Thanks man.” I say looking at him staring at the sketch. He doesn’t say anything beyond that. I feel disappointment settle in my heart. I was hoping I got her likeness right, but I didn’t

“Kids, this is Freddy. He’s a... business partner of mine.” “A business partner?” Felicia repeated, crossing her arms. Freddy crouched down to their level, offering a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Felicia and Isreal. Your mom’s told me a lot about you.“ I didn't tell him anything about them but I was not going to correct him before them. Where was Sabrina by the way? “Really?” Felicia asked, her curiosity piqued. “Really,” Freddy said. “She says you’re a fantastic artist, and Isreal here is great at building things.”

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”

Their presence was announced by shouts of "Mummy, mummy." They had come back late today as they had an excursion at school. Finn and Freya ran into the sitting room where I was sitting and watching a movie I could not even make sense of. I mechanically opened my arms and they hugged me tightly. Freya dropped her school bag on the sofa, settled herself in my lap, and bounced on it excitedly. "Mummy, I drew a picture today in school. My teacher said it was very nice. Want to see?" I nodded absent-mindedly. She reached into her pocket and brought out a sheet of paper on which I could vaguely make out the shape of a large head, stomach, and bony arms, drawn with a blue crayon.

I chuckled, more to ease the way I felt than because I found his words funny, “Well, there's something I didn't know.” I said with dripping sarcasm, “Anything else you want to tell me, Mr. Montgomery?” I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages, and when I looked up again, my brain short-circuited, and my mouth went dry. Freddy was standing and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off to reveal a body that belonged to a god. My eyes ran down his chest, his biceps, his shoulder muscles that flexed in ways I found obscene as he pulled off his shirt.