MikeSchmidt: Ugh, going to the nightshift...
Jeremy(Mike): I-i don't like t-the n-nightshift...
MikeSchmidt: I know, but I'm here to protect you. Don't worry.
Jeremy(Mike): *lightly blushes* T-thanks...
MikeSchmidt: No problem, kid.
Mike and Jeremy: *walks into office*
MikeSchmidt: ... WTF
Jeremy(Mike): W-what happened?!
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The office is covered in toast, purple paint, and butter....
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Vincent: *slowly turns around in chair, petting a price of toast* I've been expecting you two....
MikeSchmidt: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THE OFFICE?!
Jeremy(Mike): W-why is there toast everywhere...?
Vincent: Is it too TOASTy for you?
Jeremy(Mike): Uh oh....
MikeSchmidt: ....
MikeSchmidt: NO, NO. THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IM THE ONE WHOS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE SHITTY JOKES, NOT YOU. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE CREEPY AND PERVERTED ONE. SO ILL TELL YOU WHAT, THIS ROOM ISNT TOASTY, ITS REALLY FUCKING CRUMBY
Vincent: .....
Jeremy(Mike): Ohhhhh, I guess that he burned all dat toast.
Mike and Jeremy: Ohhhhhh!!!!
Vincent: Oh, so Jeremy is allowed to make puns?
MikeSchmidt: Hell yeah, he's training in the ways of the shitty puns, while you aren't.
Vincent: ...
MikeSchmidt: Clean dis shit up, and let's go Jer.
Jeremy(Mike): B-but what about t-the night s-shift?!
MikeSchmidt: I think that Vincent can cover up for us.
Mike and Jeremy: *leaves Freddy Fuckboys*
Vincent: god damnit why cant i have any fun
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FNaF Chatroom
FanfictionYaay, first a Creepypasta chatroom, now a FNaF chatroom! (Btw this takes place in FNaF 2) So enjoy!
