Molten Freddy:
THERE'S A FIRE! HOLY SHIT! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
Scrap Baby:
I'm already dead...
Lefty:
Same... LMAO
Molten Freddy:
I'M BEING SERIOUS! THERE'S A FUCKING FIRE AND I HEAR A MAN SPEAKING!
Helpy:
It's just some guy clearing the building... calm down...
Scrap Baby:
Wait... there's actually a fire? Shit!
Scraptrap:
I always come back... it's not a problem.
Pigpatch:
It's a fire in the kitchen... some idiot fucked up a bunch of pizzas and the fire is spreading rapidly... but I think they're about to have it under control.
Molten Freddy:
SEE! I'M NOT BEING STUPID!
Lefty:
It's hard to know if you're being serious or not... Last week, you began screaming about a flood... and someone just spilled water on the fucking floor...
Rockstar Chica:
And they put one of those DAMN WET FLOOR SIGNS down...
Scraptrap:
What is with you and fucking wet floor signs?
Rockstar Chica:
THEY ARE ALL EVIL! EVIL I TELL YOU!
Scrap Baby:
They are fucking inanimate objects...
Rockstar Chica:
AND THEY'RE EVIL!
Pigpatch:
That's a fucking problem...
Scrap Baby:
Anyway, you guys want to hear another Christmas story?
Lefty:
We have a bunch of stories about our families. We call them The Afton and Emily Chronicles.
Scrap Baby:
No we don't! LMAO. We call them DYSFUNCTIONAL BULLSHIT!
Scraptrap:
Like the year Mike and Elizabeth started a fire ON THE FUCKING COUCH!
Scrap Baby:
THAT'S THE STORY I WAS GONNA TELL!
Lefty:
My dad was so pissed because... we got that couch a week before it happened. LMAO
Molten Freddy:
What the hell is wrong with your families?
Scrap Baby:
Not Christmas related but... there was that one time that Charlie and I got stuck in a slide at the park. That was fucking awful.
Lefty:
LMAO, we were both fucking crying and we never used that slide again.
Scraptrap:
If I remember correctly, Henry had to fucking climb in there and pull you two out.
Scrap Baby:
He almost got stuck too... Mike was laughing his ass off.
Pigpatch:
As terrifying as I find the whole soul in a suit thing, these stories are pretty entertaining.
Lefty:
HOLY SHIT! There was that one Halloween where we all dressed up as fucking M&Ms and all squeezed into a huge ass bag...
Scrap Baby:
Trying to walk was fucking difficult... we all ended up falling in the middle of the street as a car was speeding towards us.
Scraptrap:
Mike somehow pulled all of you up and jumped into a fucking bush.
Helpy:
So, what I'm hearing is... YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING TO HELP!
Lefty:
You know what? You're right!
Scrap Baby:
It was usually Henry or Mike... I mean, Mike was reluctant to help because he was an asshole at the time but, HE STILL HELPED! TF DAD?
Scraptrap:
Why should I help when someone else is already doing something about it?
Molten Freddy:
EVERYONE ELSE DID SHIT BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T!
Rockstar Chica:
Somehow, that is the smartest shit you've said since I first met you...
Scrap Baby:
The only thing my dad helped with was... FUCKING SHIT UP!
Lefty:
Honestly... he gave me a permanent marker and said it was OK to draw on the wall, but as soon as I started, he yelled at me and told my dad that it was all my fault... YOU SAID IT WAS FINE ASSHOLE!
Scraptrap:
You should've known better.
Scrap Baby:
She was barely fucking three!
Lefty:
Honestly...
Helpy:
I'm still confused on how you remember stuff... you were so young!
Lefty:
I seriously don't know. My first memory is of Mike accidentally throwing me into a wall...
Scrap Baby:
I FUCKING REMEMBER THAT! LMAO, everyone was so worried until you started laughing uncontrollably.
Pigpatch:
That sounds like a problem...
Molten Freddy:
WOOHOO! GETTING THROWN INTO WALLS! SO MUCH FUN!
Lefty:
It was fun... maybe there was something wrong with me.
Scraptrap:
Oh, so you're fine with Mike doing that but me killing you is a problem?
Lefty:
THAT IS FUCKING DIFFERENT!
Scraptrap:
I don't think so...
Scrap Baby:
You are so fucking stupid...
Molten Freddy:
Stupider than me?
Scrap Baby:
Definitely not...
Helpy:
I love how we all just forgot about the fire...
Molten Freddy:
SHIT! THE FIRE! WE'RE GONNA DIE!
Pigpatch:
... they put out the fire 30 minutes ago...
Lefty:
LMAO, we all could've been done for.
Scrap Baby:
NOOOO! I still have more stories to tell!
Helpy:
I still have hopes and dreams!
Rockstar Chica:
I still need to destroy every wet floor sign in existence!
Scraptrap:
... fucking hell!
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