Nightmare X Nightmare Fredbear Novels & Stories

"Y-You're shameless, Noelle!" He tried to hit me, but Ronald sent him sprawling away with a kick. "Don't insult her! She's mine, and she's far better than most people can say about themselves! I was just at the club to see what model work was like, and you think I'm a cheating bastard like you? Don't make me laugh!" He spat, "Go home, old man. Your baby's diaper needs changing. Jesus, you smell like shit." Ronald wrapped an arm around me and left triumphantly. Samuel was behind us, shivering and bent on the ground, unable to get up.

“If crushing me was so easy, we both know I wouldn’t be alive. It’s because every attempt of yours has failed over the years. So no, I am not easy, and I am certainly no ant beneath your shoes, but your worst nightmare.” “Oh… is that so?” Fredrick Leonard half-laughed. “Then you should know what happens to nightmares, right? It’s erased and forgotten.” Kael quietly shook his head. “No, Leonard. Nightmares are the only part of this world you don’t have control over, and like those nightmares that torment you every night, I am relentless and unforgiving.” Leonard’s fingers tightened on his cane. “Oh, really… seems you learned not to shut up at the right time like your father.”

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

Tears fell down her cheeks. Some of The Nightmares suddenly formed a face on their head. Bulges appeared on their heads. Familiar faces to Astrid appeared in each of The Nightmares' heads. It sounded like bones creaking as The Nightmares tried to bring a face into its head. "No way!" exclaimed Astrid, gasping. She recognized the faces on The Nightmares' head. It was the faces of her friends. The Nightmares hissed while dripping poisonous saliva from its mouth. SKRIIIIIIIIICK!!!!

I lifted my stiff legs and inched toward the corner, but my foot landed on something hard and round at the worst moment possible. A sharp, piercing screech rang out beside me. When I quickly lifted my foot to take a look, I noticed it was a bloody eyeball, which gave me such a fright that I recoiled back several steps. This was something I would normally only see on late-night TV. A ghost skittered over in a twisted, broken crawl, scooped up the eyeball, and popped it back into its socket. To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me.

Xander’s final whisper lingers as he turns: "That night, I followed my instincts. And I’d choose you as my mate again without hesitation... even if the nightmares we see are visions of what’s to come." I shake my head. "It’s too vile. I can’t survive that, Xander." The door clicks shut behind him, and silence swallows the house again. The nightmare slams back into me—the grotesque imagery, the woman who wore my face, the acts too depraved to name. My body trembles violently. I stagger back until the living room wall stops me.

I sighed, gritting my teeth and nodding my head slightly as one of the bright-faced manor maids curtseyed past, her tarp-covered pixie-length hair bobbing dramatically. My eyes blurred for a moment as tears of frustration sprung to my eyelids before I swallowed past the bile, the rustic red wallpaper jeering me out of my musings right before I felt my chest slap heavily against what must have been a tree trunk. “Dammit Xander, what the fuck’s wrong with you? Watch where you're going!” Fredrick’s frenzied voice screeched and I reared back to frown at him, catching the crazed look of rage in his eyes before the furrow between his eyebrows fell and the passion left his eyes.

Nadhea looked at the two men flat, stepped her feet further into the parking lot using werewolf powers allowed by alpha's soul and sped slowly as Adam himself outside his car. In the black car, Rafael still had no sign of waking up from his dream. The only difference is that in Rafael's hand there is a crumpled Teddy bear with a black butterfly ribbon. Nadhea cursed herself to have fallen in love with Adam more and more when Adam felt the existence of his partner not far from where he was. The owner of the Smith Company immediately fell silent despite the slow motion of turning him over.

Next to each other as always, as he remembers them in life, dying together by the grips and bites of vampires. "Fuck!" He screamed shaking in his chair, Xena and Nightingale looked at him confused, he was breathless, sweating and bewildered. "Are you okay?" Xena asked. "Y– yes it was just a nightmare" he said rubbing his face. It has been a while since he had that one, Danté realised no matter how much time passed it was edged into his mind like stone carvings. He rubbed his arms free of the sweat then lifted his hand to press the attendant button.

Freda’s POV The uncontrollable bleeding stopped. I was already scared that my end was near. Sleep was so close to me, magnetizing my eyes together. I didn't have trouble shifting into nightmares, even when I woke up screaming in the night. Alfred never left my sight. He was always there when I woke up and when I drifted back to sleep.