Withered Freddy Toy Novels & Stories

She easily sidestepped it effortlessly. “You foolish girl, oxygen allows fire to grow.” She chuckled but it was cut off by the ring of my winds ceasing, withdrawing the air from around her body. I felt a smile creep onto my lips while I watched her eyes fill with water. Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks just as the little girl's had done.

I chuckled, more to ease the way I felt than because I found his words funny, “Well, there's something I didn't know.” I said with dripping sarcasm, “Anything else you want to tell me, Mr. Montgomery?” I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages, and when I looked up again, my brain short-circuited, and my mouth went dry. Freddy was standing and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off to reveal a body that belonged to a god. My eyes ran down his chest, his biceps, his shoulder muscles that flexed in ways I found obscene as he pulled off his shirt.

She was on her knees, panting, staring at Freya like she was something carved from a nightmare. “It was done,” she whispered. * The chains were finally removed and Freya crumpled to the ground, barely conscious. A tray was shoved toward her by Torin, containing three pieces of sliced bread and water. Torin looked down at her frame and said, “You will be in here till I decide what to do with you” He walked away after. Freya dragged herself to the tray and firstly chugged down the water then started devouring the bread like an animal, ravenous and wild-eyed. Then, shaking, she crawled back to the wall and let the cold cradle her.

“I won't let anyone hurt you” “What do you mean?” “Never leave my sight cause I'll kill everyone just to make sure you're okay”. I smiled a little, his eyes were red but he wasn't crying. With quick strides, he stood before me, his hand lifting my chin. “I've missed my milkweed so much. I'm sure she knows what I want.” “What do you want,” I asked teasingly. “I want to fuck my toy till she's a wrecked Barbie doll”, he muttered in my ears.

It was dimly lit with blue light. “Freddie, where are you taking me?” Avril asked tiredly. “Somewhere over there. Don't worry, you'll be fine,” he said and smiled at her. They walked through a hallway and began to hear voices. Freddie stopped walking and squeezed Avril's palm. “Anyone try to pin you down, I mean, throw shit your way. Don't let them get away with it. Give 'em back their shit,” he said. He wasn't smiling this time, he was frowning deeply. Avril just nodded. She was scared to death and wished she could just disappear from the surface of the earth.

"Don't worry so much Kiddo. Now come on, how about you try hitting the board this time and we'll get ice cream later?" I sobbed harder as I watched him reach for the board. This was just a memory, replaying before my eyes, a thousand times over and over. Frederick was not here. Frederick was gone. He raised the board and walked back, holding it up, but this time, his face had grown older, more worry lines marred his face as he stared down at me. "Careful Athena, you do not want to break this old man's bones now," He teased with a grin.

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.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

I heard Eryndor groan, and my head snapped toward him. He was still alive? Relief flickered in me, settling into my chest like a spark of hope. “You didn’t kill it?” the tall man in front of me asked, his tone light, almost curious. The smaller one—Frederick—began to shiver, his words tumbling out in a stutter. “I-I-I d-d-did, sir, it’s just maybe—” He never finished. The purple-green-eyed man moved with inhuman speed, crossing the space in a blur.

"Impossible!" Freddie let out a shriek like he had seen a ghost, eyes bulging out of their sockets. "Nothing's impossible. You've got tunnel vision. Just face it. You're old." Gideon's face twisted into a mocking grin. Being called old hit Freddie like a sledgehammer. It hurt more than any physical blow. It was a direct hit to the ego. "Ugh!" Freddie spat out a mouthful of blood. Gideon unclenched his fist and grabbed the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, ripping it away by force.