Puppet:
NO! NO! NO! PUT THE CHILD DOWN!
Withered Freddy:
What the actual fuck?
Withered Bonnie:
Why is some bitch crying and pleading for her life?
Toy Bonnie:
She's pleading for her son's life.
Toy Chica:
The kid took Mangle's other head and began beating them with it...
Puppet:
I THOUGHT WE AGREED ON NO CHILD MURDER!
Mangle:
I follow no rules.
Withered Foxy:
BITE HIM!
Withered Golden Freddy:
It's concerning that that's your main response to shit.
Toy Freddy:
Either kill the kid or put it down... I want the mom to shut up.
Mangle:
I'll just throw it.
Puppet:
And there goes the kid...
Toy Bonnie:
🎶I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYYYY!🎶
Withered Freddy:
The mom just screamed like she was pushing out a fucking baby.
Toy Chica:
God... imagine having to push out a watermelon sized thing through a hole in your body... I'm glad I'm not a person.
Mangle:
And as soon as you push the little shit out, you have to hear it cry... no one likes a crying kid.
Toy Bonnie:
I like them because I think they're funny.
Mangle:
... that's fair.
Withered Golden Freddy:
DID YOU FUCKING KILL THE KID? Everyone is fucking screaming.
Toy Freddy:
BLOOD! I'M GONNA PASS OUT! OH GOD!
Puppet:
WHEN THE FUCK HAVE YOU EVER PASSED OUT BECAUSE OF BLOOD?
Withered Foxy:
Damn... that looks like a problem.
Withered Chica:
GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE! BONNIE, YOU TOO!
Withered Bonnie:
Wow... how hard did you throw him?
Mangle:
I don't know... hard I guess...
Toy Chica:
Great. Now everyone is screaming because there's blood and old animatronics from hell... we're so screwed.
Puppet:
Ambulance has been called... thank you for not BITING the child.
Mangle:
... I should've
Withered Foxy:
Good news! The kid is alive! Damn, he's ugly.
Withered Bonnie:
LMAO, look at his big ass nose.
Toy Bonnie:
He looks like a young Donald Trump, but worse.
Toy Freddy:
Anyways... should we continue our performance?
Toy Chica:
Great idea Freddy... our next song is super upbeat so us singing that while a kid is being carried out on a stretcher is perfect!
Withered Golden Freddy:
I detect sarcasm.
Withered Freddy:
Yeah... and considering the next song you're singing is about the wonders of life, it's definitely a bad idea.
Mangle:
LMAO, just picturing the three fuckers singing 🎶IT'S GREAT TO BE ALIVE🎶 while some kid is fighting for his life is pretty funny.
Puppet:
Shall I remind you that... THIS IS YOUR DOING!
Mangle:
No need to remind me... I'm proud of my actions and I will remember them forever!
Toy Chica:
You're fucking evil.
Mangle:
I AM NOT! I protected that cleaner guy that one day when Puppet attacked Toy Bonnie!
Withered Chica:
That is true.
Mangle:
I also let that kid cry and hug me when his dad was doing some country ass dance or whatever. Long story short, I'm not evil... all the time. Just when it benefits me.
Withered Bonnie:
I think that's justifiable.
Puppet:
HIS SKULL IS CRACKED OPEN!
Mangle:
And he's no longer hitting me. It benefits me.
Toy Bonnie:
We also no longer have to look at his ugly ass face. Damn
Withered Chica:
Alright, now that the excitement is over... BONNIE! FOXY! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN HERE!
Withered Foxy:
Shut up MOM!
Withered Bonnie:
This is why I like dad more!
Withered Freddy:
WHO THE FUCK IS THE DAD?
Withered Golden Freddy:
You of course... I'm the drunk uncle who is also emo... LMAO
Toy Bonnie:
I FEEL LEFT OUT!
Withered Chica:
No... I put your ass up for adoption.
Toy Chica:
LMFAO, damn.
Mangle:
That's fair though.
Puppet:
I'm that cousin you see every ten years and every time you see me, I have some new crazy ass story... for example, the time an alien race gave me six women and made my clone while telling me the history of the world.
Toy Freddy:
Where the fuck did that come from?
Puppet:
It's a religion. Oh, also... my half-brother is JESUS CHRIST!
Withered Chica:
... so, the cousin who is purposefully not invited to shit?
Puppet:
Yes... now, let me tell you about the time I started a grape revolution.
Mangle:
I'm the dog... LMFAO
Toy Freddy:
I am the grandpa who always has weird gross candies in his pockets. *pulls out Circus Peanuts*
Toy Bonnie:
Ew... put those away.
Toy Chica:
I'm the aunt that is definitely a bad influence. "I don't care if you're only 9... you can drink as much as you want... Want a cigarette?"
Mangle:
BARK BARK BITCH!
Withered Foxy:
This is one dysfunctional family... minus Toy Bonnie.
Withered Chica:
No... I changed my mind. We put BB up for adoption, but we all ignore Toy Bonnie because he's the kid who gives people dirty tissues for Christmas.
Toy Bonnie:
I hate how accurate that is...
Toy Chica:
FUCKING GROSS!
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