Golden Freddy X Springtrap 소설 & 이야기

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Okay,” Freddy said, already bouncing to her feet. “I’m gonna go for my jog, and if you help me tackle this disaster when I get back, I’ll show you all the good places to go. You know—the ones that don’t card.” Gemma reached for her phone, then pointed toward the desk. “I’ll help if you bring back a mocha latte. There’s money right there.” Freddy plucked the ten‑dollar bill off the desk and held it up. “Awfully trusting, aren’t you? Just handing me cash.”

“I don’t need to hear about your bondage plans.” Freddy’s grin widened into a genuine smile. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t pry,” he said at last. “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Kim replied saucily. Freddy shrugged and went back to where he’d left the rag wadded up on the counter. For a moment, he worked in silence while Kim finished her cookie. “You know—” “Hey,” he began, just as she’d started speaking. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

Saint snarls. I open my bleary eyes to a searing pain in my wrists, ankles, and across my chest. I'm hogtied on the floor of the jet in silver chains. Freddie is hogtied unconscious next to me. He looks pale and has dried blood coming from his nose and mouth. I listen quietly. I can hear his heartbeat, so I know at least he isn't dead. "What the fuck? Saint, what happened?" I groan. "I think the coffee was poisoned. Come on, get out of the chains. We need to get up."

"I can drink something cold today, Freddie." The bartender immediately felt annoyed when he saw Scarlett flirting with Frederick. Frederick just said impassively to him, "Get me a Flaming Sex!" The bartender was startled. The Flaming Sex was a strong cocktail, and he wasn't sure if this soft-looking boy toy could bear it. He must be trying to look good in front of the gorgeous woman next to him! Scarlett smiled teasingly. "Freddie, I guess you're captivated by my red lips." The bartender narrowed his eyes and looked at Frederick in jealousy.

“I’ve always come out victorious.” ‘Is that so?’ the hallucination asked sarcastically. ‘But you’re old now, and times change.’ “Shut up!” ‘It’s a miracle you had two children… are you sure they’re yours? Because you couldn’t even rape me that time; you just pretended because you’re impotent, hahaha.’ “Shut your mouth.” ‘How sensitive you are to get hurt by the truth.’ “You’re the one who is hurt at the end of the day,” said Frederick, showing his left hand where a ring with a yellow diamond was. “You’ll be with me forever, bitch, because you’re my trophy.”

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

Freya’s pov I thrashed in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. The golden-eyed man barely reacted, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist, a silent reminder that my strength was nothing compared to his. He was tall—too tall—and his presence was suffocating. The moment his strong hand touched my skin, a shiver of horror ran down my spine “Let go of me!” I hissed, twisting in his grasp as my feet scraped against the cold stone floor of the dimly lit auction house

In an instant, the woman screamed and was pulled back, away from Summer. "Hey? What's this? Akh! It hurts! Let me go!" Summer and Omega were stunned to see Freddy bending Grace's arm back. He was like a police officer arresting a criminal. "How dare you threaten a child? Drop your weapon!" Freddy snapped. Hearing that, Grace winced. "What weapon? I wanted to give her candy. If you don't believe me, just look for yourself!" Freddy checked what was lying near Grace's feet. A cute bear-shaped candy was lying there.

Furiously, he suddenly stopped the car without any warning, and she was not wearing a seatbelt because she had removed it earlier when she tried to get off, so she almost bumped her head on the dashboard! She cried in both great anger and annoyance for this man. "You're such a jerk!" "No. I am more than that." She looked at him, and he looked at her, as well, with lust in his eyes. Shivers went down all over her bones! She got more alarmed when she saw him getting something horrible. Chains! He carelessly took both of her hands. Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?!" "Securing that you can't go anywhere anymore," he answered and began to handcuff her hands.