Nightmare Fredbear Fanart Novels & Stories

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

One of them was going to die and I prayed to anything in the sky above, prayed to the moon, the stars and The Moon Goddes that Jackson would get out of this alive. Their wolves were a complete contrast to one another’s and I bristled at seeing Fredrick’s wolf. I hadn’t seen it before today except in those visions I had and it was just as terrifying. His wolf was large and black, blending into the moonless night. His eyes were crimson red, reflecting the blood lust Fredrick so obviously felt. His canines were long and sharp, they looked like they could slice a neck in one swipe.

"Yes?" With a cough, the older guy said, "Give me that painting behind your chair. I'll present it to our boss." Sandro robotically looked back only to see his favorite painting which was the only masterpiece so far about bombs that he had found. The great unwillingness that blatantly showed on the kiddo's face did not escape Fred's clone's notice. He crossed his arms and impatiently said, "I'm referring to that one which has a starry night background! Give it to me now!"

The man stared at me boredly, and then his lips curled into a dark sinister smile. “Fredrick ?” He chuckled, pulled out a phone from his pocket, and scrolled through it leisurely, before shoving it in my face. “You mean this Fredrick ?” I blinked, refusing to believe my eyes, as I stared at a picture of Fredrick smiling broadly with his arms wrapped around a woman– Michelle, Elder Stefan's youngest daughter. ‘Alpha Fredrick of Blackfangs, publicly marks and announces his new Luna,’ the caption read. “Fredrick wouldn't,” I mumbled under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. “We're mates.”