Nightmare Fnaf Character Novels & Stories

The storm was rather ominous since the weather forecast hadn't predicted the storm earlier. A young boy of around twelve years of age was seen sweating profusely despite the chilly weather. A loud scream escaped his lips, piercing through the air as he woke up from the scary nightmare. His hands were shaky and his heart was drumming in his chest. He was too scared to even notice the raging storm that was threatening to end the world. In his dream, he had been chased and killed by a classmate he had bullied in school the previous day. His name was Blake Houston. A very weird kid and he had been nicknamed 'LUCIFER JNR' since a lot of horrible things always happened to people around him.

“Get up you lazy girl!!!,” I heard my mom scream at the top of her lungs. I thought it was a dream because I was sure I wasn't at home. I shrugged turning to the other side of the bed, I believed I was still at Nicky's home. It must be the Trauma of my childhood, coming to my nightmare again. My eyes snapped open as cold water splashed on my face and body. I jolted up from the bed, to meet those menacing brown eyes of Fiona Grey.

Nathaniel POV "As usual, I was trapped in my nightmare. My body was tense and stiff as I watched in horror while my parents mocked me, their faces twisted in cruel grins. Elder Walker was there too, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he licked the blood off the knife that had been used to stab me in the stomach. The pain was excruciating, and I felt like I was going to die. My little sister, Naomi, appeared in the nightmare, her tiny voice crying out to me. "Nana...Nana!" she wailed, her eyes wide with fear. I tried to scream for her to run, to hide, but my voice was trapped in my throat. I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. Elder Walker's eyes lit up with malice as he sp

She would always stand by June in this. Breathing became difficult for a while as she was being torn in half. She was now the one with her head underwater, and no one to help her like she did Mitsuhide so many weeks ago. When she willingly walked into a nightmare. Now the nightmare was there to take over her life as well.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

I’ll have to educate her on video game characters after I wake up. “He’s a Nintendo character. He was the villain in….” My words trailed off as I realized she wasn’t next to me. “KATRINA!?” I shouted, looking around for her. Don’t tell me she got pulled out of my mind by something happening in the real world. Outside a safe room, I can’t hear what’s happening in the real world. “Fuck! I’m going to have to face the boss solo.” I grumbled. “Ahem. I’m still here.” August pointed out. Wait that doesn’t make sense. August is only around if Katrina is.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

[3rd POV—Damon] Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.

Solemnly, I swept my gaze across the circle of grotesque and terrifying, yet strangely harmless faces of the ghosts, one by one. Under the barrage of "Human, come cuddle!" inner voices, I admitted defeat. A clingy human wasn't scary, but a clingy ghost was. A whole classroom of clingy ghosts was an absolute nightmare! I took a steadying breath, picked up the notebook, and resumed searching for more clues. The notebook's owner was named Peggy Clark. Her handwriting was neat and pretty, and for some reason, it felt vaguely familiar.