Withered Freddy Novels & Stories

The air stank of mildew and dried blood, clawing at my throat until I gagged. The ropes cut deeper as I twisted my wrists, ignoring the burn. I had to get free. I had to fight. My twins needed me! At last, the fibers loosened just enough. I yanked my arms free. “What the—?!” one shouted, storming toward me. I didn’t think. My foot shot out, slamming into his groin. He dropped with a howl. Another lunged at me, but I ducked, ramming my shoulder into his gut and sending him sprawling.

Freddie croaked, stretching out a trembling hand toward me as though I were his last hope. I met his gaze, letting my eyes glow with the heat of my will. “I’ll save you, Freddie,” I told him, letting his desperation strengthen the power rising within me. “I could save you right now. But first, you have to make this right.” His blue eyes widened in horror. “What do you mean?”

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

This time, his head was crushed into pieces. "I gave it to you. Why didn't you catch it?" Frederick wore a hostile expression. He had plans to indulge in sex with Jasmine a couple more times, but these losers screwed it up. "You have a death wish!" The man's subordinates finally came back to their senses, and pounced at Frederick. "Go to hell, all of you!" Frederick bellowed. They all froze in place. A gust of wind blew by—they collapsed to the floor, blood oozing out from all their orifices.

"Help! Please help us! He's about to die soon!" It was just that the swimming pool area was deserted; there wasn't another soul in sight. Upon seeing this, Wyatt panicked. He then turned to Freddie and asked worriedly, "What if—" Freddie cut off Wyatt, displaying a complete disregard for human life as he remarked casually, "You have nothing to worry about. Other old men could even swim in winter. He's probably just putting on an act now. "Zara is arriving soon, so just let them up after she arrives. They could probably hang on a few more minutes. If anything serious was going to happen, it already would have."

“A little? That’s –58 °F! It can kill someone! They wouldn’t even be able to shut their eyes from the cold!” With a wave of his arm, he said to the butler, “Lower the freezer’s temperature to –148 °F and lock this trash inside!” “But she’ll die!” The butler tried to stop him. “Ha! How could she possibly die?” With bloodshot eyes, William said, “Didn’t she just say that she just lowered the temperature a little? I’m just giving her a taste of her own medicine.” The butler told the bodyguards to drag the maid away. William was still fuming. He dragged the maid into the freezer himself and shut the door.

Her arms were crossed, lips curled into a smile that held no warmth. “So this is where liars still show their faces,” Wendy said loudly. Laughter erupted. Of course everyone was encouraging Wendy. Freya tried to walk past them. “That’s her,” someone said. “The girl who tried to destroy Xander Savage.” “She thought she had a chance,” another scoffed. “Delusional peanut photographer.” Freya felt her throat tighten. She focused on the pavement, counting her steps. Then something hit her shoulder. The smell reached her after the hit, it was sour, nauseating. A rotten egg burst against her sweater, yellow slime dripping down her arm.

Her mission is to get food, not to mess around with some stranger. ‘That stupid wench… How dare she slap me? Me! She even dared to walk away!’ Frederick thought to himself, his veins popping on his forehead. “Oh, I’ll show you, little miss Nixie…” He snickered to himself with evil intentions, plotting a new way of executing his previously given tasks.

She knew she only had a few hours left to go, and Olsen wasn't making any attempt to surrender himself for the evil he had committed. While she struggled with fighting the cold, some one threw a plate of bread to the ground. She rushed to pick it, devouring it like some one who hasn't eaten for days. Freya was the type of person who loves eating, staying an hour without food felt like years to her.

Why does his bite feel so good when it should hurt? ‘It’s the toxins in my bite,’ Freddy replies through telepathy and continues to drink for me. ‘Sorry for entering your mind, but your blood pushes my powers through the roof. I feel insanely powerful, but I can’t stay. I’m going to leave you now. So farewell but not goodbye.’ My eyes snap open. “Wait!” I shout, but Freddy has already spat out my arm and is currently melting into a dark spot on the floor. He is rapidly sinking into darkness, smiling when he realizes my terrified expression.