A/N: Didn't post this past weekend because I had a funeral to go to. It sucked.
Scraptrap:
WHO THE FUCK IS SINGING AMAZING GRACE?
Scrap Baby:
Me... we're having your funeral.
Molten Freddy:
HERE COMES THE BRIDE!
No. 1 Crate:
That's for weddings dumbass.
Molten Freddy:
So... I should return the wedding dress I bought?
Scrap Baby:
WHO THE FUCK WOULD WEAR IT?
Molten Freddy:
The lucky bride of course.
Funtime Chica:
Who the hell would happily marry Afton?
Scrap Baby:
At one point, my mother was happy with him. LMAO, not sure how.
Scraptrap:
WHO BOUGHT A COFFIN?
Lefty:
Get in old man. Your time has come. FUCKING DIE!
Scraptrap:
NO! FUCK OFF!
Helpy:
Oh come on... I made the funeral playlist. It starts with Celebration. It has other songs like Another One Bites the Dust, Highway to Hell and Ha Ha You're Dead.
Rockstar Foxy:
Add Fuck You to the playlist.
Scraptrap:
I'M NOT DEAD!
Scrap Baby:
Well, you aren't really alive either. At this point, not even life support could help you.
Scraptrap:
HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM YOUR FATHER!
Scrap Baby:
I mean... we aren't supposed to lie to our parents, right? I'm telling you the truth. LMAO
Lefty:
GET IN THE DAMN COFFIN!
Molten Freddy:
TRICK OR TREAT!
Funtime Chica:
No one says that at a funeral idiot.
Molten Freddy:
Oh... Then are we gonna put up the tree and decorate it then?
No. 1 Crate:
Do you even know what a funeral is?
Molten Freddy:
... yes?
Rockstar Foxy:
No you don't. A funeral is what's done when someone dies. It's either a celebration of their life that they lived or a chance for everyone to mourn.
Lefty:
This funeral is a celebration because the fucker is dead!
Helpy:
DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD!
Molten Freddy:
Oh... I thought a funeral was the thing where people celebrate America's independence. I was way off...
No. 1 Crate:
All of the shit you mentioned earlier has nothing to do with Fourth of July either.
Molten Freddy:
So... people don't hunt for eggs or give gifts to their partners on Fourth of July?
Scrap Baby:
Your mechanical brain is fried from all of the controlled shocks...
Lefty:
We have all gathered here today to celebrate the loss of William Afton, AKA the Man Behind the Slaughter. No one will miss him. He was a dick... PUT HIM IN THE GROUND SO WE CAN DANCE ON HIS GRAVE!
Scraptrap:
LET ME OUT OF THIS COFFIN!
Rockstar Foxy:
You actually got him in?
Scrap Baby:
It took four of us to force him in but... it has been done.
Helpy:
CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!
Lefty:
YAHOO!
Scraptrap:
LET ME OUT ASSHOLES! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T!
Lefty:
You've already done that to me William...
Scrap Baby:
I mean... you didn't kill me directly but... your machine did.
Funtime Chica:
I think we should all surround the coffin and sing The Hallelujah Chorus as a send off.
No. 1 Crate:
That's a great idea!
Rockstar Foxy:
Everyone hold down on the lid of the coffin so he doesn't push it open.
Scraptrap:
YOU ALL SOUND LIKE SHIT! Who's screeching?
Helpy:
... Molten Freddy.
Molten Freddy:
I'M HITTING THE HIGH NOTES!
Scrap Baby:
Your voice is like nails on a chalk board.
Lefty:
Would anyone like to say anything about the dead fuck?
Scrap Baby:
I would... he was a shitty father. I mean, who slaps a paper out of their kid's hand while they're trying to show off an achievement? Long story short, good fucking riddance.
Helpy:
I will not miss him filming me when I fall while trying to get into the ball pit.
Molten Freddy:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Funtime Chica:
More like happy death day!
No. 1 Crate:
I think he's still confused.
Molten Freddy:
A little. I brought a turkey though.
Scraptrap:
Open the coffin and give me some turkey.
Molten Freddy:
OK!
Scrap Baby:
EVERYONE FUCKING RUN!
Lefty:
MOLTEN FREDDY! YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID!
Scraptrap:
I'M GONNA MURDER ALL OF YOU!
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