Stranger Things Fred Benson Novels & Stories

Should I? He took my silence as confirmation. "Come with me." My body caught up with my brain in an instant. I yanked my hand away. "Who are you?" I demanded again, this time louder. He sighed. He sighed? What the hell. He was the one trying to kidnap me. "I’m Fred," he said. "Adrian’s friend." Adrian’s friend? That meant he sent him. But wait—where was Tim? "No, you’re lying. Adrian wouldn’t send you. It was someone else," I argued.

I push the thought aside, focusing on the warmth of Arnold's hand in mine and the sound of Ethan's laughter. For now, I'm safe. And that's all that matters. “You know, we should go and see Fred. His place isn’t so far from here.” Ethan suddenly says, and I look up. “Who’s Fred?” I ask. “Fred is an old friend of ours.” Arnold explains. “He used to work in the palace, but he retired a few years ago. He’s like family.” I nod, feeling curious. “That sounds nice. I’d love to meet him.”

Her mom wouldn't want her to leave Tales but she'd support her decision anyways. As Sre made a quick mental calculation of how much she had saved, she felt strong beefy hands grab her from behind. A sweaty palm covered her mouth and her nose and Sre fought to breathe, kicking and scratching. But she didn't fight for long because a needle pierced the skin on her neck and she bucked once before her eyes drifted close. ~•~ An hour later.... Fred made quick work of switching his Coffee Bar lights off and was sliding his keys into the lock when his cellphone rang. Too busy to pick off the phone, he ignored it. After he'd locked the doors, he headed towards his truck.

Fred’s betrayal and wrongdoing were clear in my mind, but his ultimate fate had always remained a mystery. Ethan seemed to have anticipated this question. He lowered his head, his expression growing somber. "Fred summoned a demon before. As payment, his soul was taken before the demon was destroyed. So, his soul is likely drifting, lost." He paused for a moment before continuing, "As for his body, Ken arranged for it to be kept here at Harry's hospital until the day Ken Yimo leaves, when they will be burned together and scattered into the sea." His tone was flat, but it carried an undeniable sense of resignation. Fred's fate was a punishment he could not escape. Perhaps, in a way, it was a f

His abs were visible from the shirt. "Who are you?" She managed to ask. He smiled and she noticed his twin dimples. Gosh, he had dimples. This man would be the end of me concluded Sylvia. "Pleased to meet you...." He was staring into her eyes. "Sylvia." She completed. "Sylvia Baker!" She added. He nodded. "You must be Ben's daughter. My condolences. David told me what happened." She nodded repeatedly. "By the way, I'm Fred. David's best friend. I'm pretty much like family around here."

He was floating in the air his feet not touching the ground. June asked, "Where is he?" She did not care about the soldiers with guns moving towards her. She looked at the man in the pod next to her. This man sounded like the Assistant. "Where is Benson?" The man looked at her with scared eyes. He started pulling wires out of his head with fingers. "I am the backup " he said. "I am the saved file. The real Benson stayed in the fire." June said, "No!" She tried to attack the boy. He did not move. He just waved his hand and a wall of energy threw her back against the pod.

In the world of monsters like them, Fredrick knew — love was a weakness. But Jonathan... he was the only reason he endured. “This war... isn’t for honor.” “Not for the Vallenstein name.” “This... is for Jonathan.” That voice was faint, but full of a promise that shook the world. With heavy steps, Fredrick approached his desk. He opened a hidden drawer — pulling out a heavy black box. A special satellite phone connected via an underground link. With steady hands, Fredrick typed a short code. Soon, a cold voice answered from afar:

His hands shook so badly he nearly spilled it. “Drink,” he said softly. “Slowly.” Fred obeyed, coughing once as the water went down, then breathing a little easier. “Thank God you’re safe here,” he murmured. “Arnold’s men got me.” Carden froze. “Arnold’s men?” Fred nodded faintly. “I was digging into the case of the missing priest.” ⸻ Fred’s Flashback Earlier that day, Fred had been sitting with his family, trying—unsuccessfully—to enjoy a rare moment of peace. His phone rang. The caller was breathless, panicked. A body had been spotted nearby. An old man. Possibly a priest.

"What Happened with you and Benson?" I asked her wanting to understand the picture I saw earlier and she froze, removing her glasses she looked at me and started, "Benson and I use to be a thing, I got pregnant, the child is his. I had to leave the Camp for it, but then I came back after six months of delivery, but Benson never wanted her, saying it would jeopardise his career as we are not married. So my mother, she took in Nora and raised her. I broke up with Benson but we still are friends though. Benson and Vishkoff are best friends, but something happened recently before Vishkoff died, to the extent Benson didn't flinch when I told him I killed Vishkoff because he sold us out. The only

"What is it?" "It's Fred . . . " he trailed off, his Adam's apple bobbled and my heart dropped. Fred. Alfred. Alfred Gonzáles. My dear, deceased pet worm. "What did you do?!"