Ch. 1

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You wake up and you see Present Mic staring

at you with a smile just like that of the famous Grinch.

at you with a smile just like that of the famous Grinch

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"Ayo fatso get out of my face, stink stinky."

Present Mic was so utterly shook. He was no longer happy.

No.

 He was now sus.

"Are you sure you want me to get out of your face?~"

He had the Or is this about Shirakumo face on now, RIGHT IN YOUR FACE MANS WAS IN YOUR GRILL

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He had the Or is this about Shirakumo face on now, RIGHT IN YOUR FACE MANS WAS IN YOUR GRILL. In your room ;)))

Nervously you tap your index fingers together:

"P-p-p-p-present m-m-ic you know t-t-th-at I'm a FURRY, YOU ARE NOT A FURRY NO NO NO YOU. ARE NOT. A FURRY."

Present Mic gives you the Dwayne the Rock Johnson face before backing away from you.

"Yikes...You have problems-BAH YOU HAVE ISSUES LITTLE FURRY LITTLE LITTLE LITTL... ~"

You furry ran out of bed and out the door, all fours while Present Mic was singing a little song. You were disgusting what happened to the swag?

Now in your apartment hallway, standing up on two legs like a normal moron would, you turn around to face your now closed door.

"O.M.G." you blankly said, eyes drifting in different directions. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex wants to hire ME specifically?!?!?!?" You exclaimed so obnoxiously like bro chill, as you saw a handwritten note stuck to your door with chewed moldy gum.

Furry running at the speed of light you get to the Fartplex and see some babies waddling out of the front door of the place.

"Not my problem, sucks to suck" you walk by them hearing cars honking and babies baby cursing.

A man greets you, and he is so tall. Mmm very very tall, tall tall man.

"Hello! You must be Young Y/N!"

You were about to roast him for literally no good reason like why are you toxic you little furry what the heck? WheN SUDDENLY the man has SHAKY OLD MAN HANDS as he is offering you a handshake.

"Ohh don't mind myyy shaky hands deary, it comes with age." The fatty says in a weak little old man voice.

Boy what are you doing? You thought to yourself, this must be the infamous gaslighter, the liar, the guilt tripper, the All Might. One second he is just some skinny guy, now he is a fraud.

"Stop gaslighting me All Might, I know your truth."

All Might is SHOOK, he is doing to :0 face, how did you know??? He frowns and goes "I'm so sorry Young Y/N who is legally legal and not some minor because that would be SUS, I didn't mean to upset you, I don't remember doing anything wrong but I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable I am so so sorry :("

You feel like sobbing. You start sobbing. His gaslighting worked, how embarrassing, another victim, just like the bite of 87.

All Might whispered into his walkie talkie, side eyeing you like a corgi before turning and quietly saying "I have called over someone to show you around seeing that I have made you uncomfortable BESTIE! (His booming All Might voice slipped out he looks shook for a second and continues in sad skinny might voice) I hope you enjoy your new job... in fact I got fired... you will be taking my place! But I wish you the best of luck in this position. I will take my leave now and return to my soggy cardboard box in the alleyway...good luck!" All Might says handing you his keys and badge before walking out the door. However, you still manage to hear him gasp and start quiet yelling at the babies in the road, warning them of road danger while he stood in the middle of the traffic.

You stare blankly. Wow. Poor old guy just lost his job, seems like my fault but it doesn't add up I feel like he just quit right then and there and wanted an excuse, but it is actually my fault.

You hear a clanking noise running down the hall, children are screaming. But, they aren't screams of joy,

They are screams of fear.

For some reason you don't turn around, still shell-shocked staring at the door but fully aware of your surroundings you just wanna be dramatic.

A hand grabs your shoulder, it's sticky.

Something comes close to your ear, hot stinky breath on your earlobe you hear the whisper:

"Rock and Roll..."

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