Stranger Things Fred Benson Novels & Stories

“I’m with Damien and Cris. They sent me.” “How do we know you’re not lying?” Ken demanded. The man lifted his hair, revealing a branded mark—DC. Damien and Cris’s insignia. “Sick,” Derick muttered under his breath. “I’m Fred,” the man introduced himself. “We need to move. They’re coming.” They had a choice: stay in the basement and wait for Leif to break down the door—or trust this stranger and flee into the woods. They chose to follow Fred. None of them knew that all Luxian had to do was call for Damien… and he would have been there in a heartbeat.

Bethany staggered back, her hand tightly gripping Dean’s as Fred advanced toward them with a smug grin. “Stop! Please... just stop, Fred!” she yelled, her voice trembling. Fred chuckled darkly and took another step forward, his eyes narrowing. “What did you think, Beth? That you could just run away with this guy?” He gestured dismissively at Dean, his tone dripping with disdain. Bethany dropped her bags and spoke with a forced calming tone. “Why do you always have to be this way? You’re a monster, Fred.”

Fred composed himself before saying in a low voice, "I'm Chelsey's uncle. I know you and your team have been protecting her from the shadows. I just wanted to thank you guys for your hard work." "No need to thank us. It's our duty," replied Felicity. As she spoke, she coolly kept the dagger away. Her icy gaze exuded an aloof demeanor. Felicity blended with the darkness seamlessly as she stood there, vigilantly observing the surroundings. Fred felt his heart racing for the first time while looking at her. He could not help but ask, "What's your name?" However, Felicity remained still and disregarded him. Being ignored by her only intensified Fred's interest.

"It's just that everything has been chaotic for my head. The people I considered important, today I can barely remember why I thought that way. I would never suspect that you might have done something to me.” "Never, Becca," he said, widening his eyes. Raphael pulled an armchair from the corner of the room (where Maddie used to be painting her nails and keeping her eyes on me) and pulled her close before sitting down. "But now I understand why your boyfriend seems to be so radioactive near me.” I giggled. “Fred is from the moon.” "Yes, but he almost eats me alive every time I get close to you.” "He's just trying to protect me.”

He looks down at his hands and then holds one of mine between his. “I am really sorry Tatum, I know apologizing won’t change what happened, and hell… I don’t even know how you trust to be around me, but thank you for forgiving me,” he says and I nod. I don’t really know what to say. I stay silent because anything I say now will ruin the moment and I don’t want any progress that he has made to be damned by my big mouth. Fred’s name being mentioned on the TV captures my attention and we both look at the screen to see him all wearing black, including sunglasses, appear walking in a cemetery. “What happened?” I let out, sitting a little straighter and I can tell Thatcher’s body stiffens.

I asked, staring at him. Asher downs all the whiskey in his glass and crosses over to me. He takes a seat beside me, cupping my face in his hands. “Doctor Fred is the most suspicious one out of all the people we met today. I've assessed them, including the nurses and they don't seem weird. I scanned the premises for any signs of stalking or anything suspicious but it's all good.” “But doctor Fred gave off some strange vibes, is that it? You think he's interested in me and us stalking me?” I asked, eyes wide open in shock.

He was not in the mood to deal with him but knew that he would only continue to call, so he answered it. Fred was angrily yelling, “Joshua, how could you do this? Do you think you can prove that Hazel is the true daughter by making Mandy disappear? I will warn you that you should not even have thought about it. I will be sure to get to the bottom of it and never let you go, you are a murderer…” “Director Cohen,” Joshua interrupted coldly. “I have something urgent, and I don't have time to listen to all your crap!” “What do you mean?” Fred was furious. “Didn’t you ask someone to kidnap Mandy?”

“Is it that hard to tell me?” I closed my eyes. My fingers trembled slightly, but I remained silent. Benson exhaled, then sat down beside me. This time, the tension around him softened. He reached out and clasped my hand gently. Something in me eased. My shoulders relaxed, and slowly, I raised my head to meet his eyes. For a moment, I didn’t see a guard. Just… someone close. A friend. Maybe even… a brother. He squeezed my hand lightly. “I understand if you don’t want to tell me who he is. I won’t force you,” he said quietly.

Fred said and lowered his head in agony. "I'm Fredrick, Miss. Amanda's personal security agent." Fred said and stretched out his hand for a shake. "Amanda's personal security agent?" Jameson asked in a peculiar manner. "Yes, what's good?" Fred asked. Jameson stood still and looked at Fred. Though, he had never met him before, he felt like trusting the man. The connection he felt was very strong. Was this actually his true father? Jameson contemplated if he should spill out the content Fred standing in front of him.

She was only passing through the city, but because he didn't pick up the phone, she ran to his apartment in person. As the door closed, Fred pursed his lips. "Tsk, all that for nothing. That woman was really arousing—forget it. Let me find some other women to toy with." He turned back, walking to his living room. To his surprise, he found a strange man standing in the center. Warily, he questioned, "Who are you?" The "strange man" was, of course, Felix. He was even more surprised to find that the A-tier Malevolent Phantom was actually related to Xena! However, none of it mattered.