Mangle And Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

"How could you do this? How dare you lay your dirty hands on her? She is my guest! She is someone important and precious to me! And you… you just hurt her, humiliated her, and treated her roughly exactly like some kind of criminal or enemy? What is wrong with you?! Have you completely lost your mind and manners altogether?!" He raised his hand violently, roughly grabbing my arm tightly and painfully, his fingers digging deep hard into my skin, squeezing me so painfully tight that I knew perfectly well it would definitely leave dark ugly bruises all over my skin afterwards. He pulled me roughly and violently close toward his face, his breathing heavy, hot, and aggressive against my skin.

Rusk hissed, claws catching the dim light as he stepped forward. “Gentlemen... Nah, let me rephrase that,” Mangolia started, his eyes drifting to the alley's wall in deep thought, before a sparkle brought his gaze back on them. He snapped his finger in excitement. Yeah! “Thuggy boys!" Sand Fang members flinched at the terrible nickname. "You took my gold.” he stated abruptly, voice low and smooth. Lanky took a look at the crowd, then sighed, “We’ll give it back—”

Eager for revenge, Carren strangled Ruby. Jay lifted his chest, but Frederik pushed him back. "Hahaha, don't try so hard, asshole! We've been on the streets longer. We're more dangerous than you think! You see her?" Frederik pointed his head at Carren, smirking. "Carren is a baby-eating creature. She's got a lot of experience breaking older people's necks. That little girl is like a bug to her." Jay growled violently. What energy he had left was concentrated in a single headbutt. He smashed his forehead against Frederik's nose. Frederik's scream followed the crunch of broken bones as he finally disappeared from Jay's body.

The next, claws flashed. The man let out a strangled cry and crumpled into the dirt clutching his side, blood already darkening the earth. Then chaos broke loose. Steel flashed everywhere at once. Boots pounded against moss. A woman shrieked. Someone shouted, “Take her alive!” and another answered, “Kill the mutt first!” Frey didn’t bother answering them. He was a blur of claws and teeth, tearing through one of them with a sound like fabric ripping. His back arched as he ripped the blade from another’s grip and slammed him to the ground, snarling in his face. His eyes burned—wild, bright, terrifying.