Mike:
Hi.
Freddy:
Hey Mike. How are you?
Foxy:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO ON? THAT WAS WEIRD!
Chica:
Honestly. A normal conversation happening in this chat means there's a problem. Mike, Freddy, WHAT HAPPENED?
Freddy:
People voted and said I was the least favorite animatronic.
Mike:
I saw my dad today... LMAO, THEY VOTED YOU AS THE WORST! FUCKING HILARIOUS!
Bonnie:
Who was the favorite?
Golden Freddy:
Shockingly, it was Foxy. He's still out of order and kids are terrified of him, but they love him.
Foxy:
HELL YEAH! I'M THE SHIT!
Golden Freddy:
Then, second place goes to Chica, followed by Bonnie. Last, FREDDY FAZBEAR HIMSELF! HA ASSHOLE!
Freddy:
I'm the star though! I'm confused.
Mike:
You're boring and you suck.
Chica:
Damn... LMAO
Freddy:
FUCK YOU! YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT MICHAEL!
Mike:
OH SHIT! SHIT!
Foxy:
What happened?
Mike:
I have both doors closed because he's trying to kill me. Someone help.
Bonnie:
I'm tuning my guitar.
Chica:
I'm making a pizza.
Foxy:
Just keep the doors closed.
Mike:
Foxy, you were always my favorite...
Foxy:
I'M ON MY WAY!
Chica:
LMFAO, wow.
Golden Freddy:
I could've helped...
Mike:
You hate me.
Golden Freddy:
NO I DON'T!
Mike:
Oh... Foxy is here though... LOL
Freddy:
STOP HITTING ME WITH A CHAIR!
Chica:
Freddy... I've gone against all of my morals and made you a pizza... with pineapple on it...
Bonnie:
What was that crash?
Golden Freddy:
... she malfunctioned and fell over in the kitchen.
Freddy:
YOU DID THAT FOR ME? YAY!
Mike:
His mood changed so fucking quick... LMAO
Foxy:
He is so fucking gross.
Bonnie:
Pineapple on pizza... just another reason he's the least favorite.
Freddy:
MMM! IT'S SO GOOD!
Chica:
If I could fucking cry, I would. I hate myself so much right now.
Mike:
You did a good thing... you helped me not die.
Chica:
You're welcome.
Foxy:
I HELPED TOO!
Mike:
Yes, I know. Thanks.
Chica:
FREDDY IS SINGING ABOUT THE PIZZA! GOD DAMN IT!
Bonnie:
I know... he's loud as shit. I can hear him.
Mike:
Hey Chica, can you make anything other than pizza?
Chica:
Calzones... LMAO
Mike:
ANYTHING BUT THAT!
Chica:
I can make a good ass cake... I just need more ingredients...
Mike:
Fucking bet! I'll be right back.
Golden Freddy:
... he just left...
Mike:
I'm going to the store.
Chica:
LMAO, fucking seriously?
Mike:
IT'S FIVE MINUTES AWAY! IT'S FINE!
Freddy:
Will it be a fruit cake?
Mike:
Shut the fuck up you bitch!
Foxy:
I agree... fucking no.
Freddy:
CAN'T I JUST HAVE ONE GOOD THING?
Chica:
YOU HAVE THE PIZZA ASSHOLE!
Freddy:
... oh yeah!
Bonnie:
Fucking idiot.
Golden Freddy:
That's fucking funny coming from you...
Bonnie:
SHUT UP!
Mike:
What kind of cake?
Chica:
Lemon.
Mike:
... OK.
Foxy:
... LEMON? LMAO
Golden Freddy:
That sounds good to me.
Freddy:
So... it's still technically a fruit cake?
Bonnie:
NO FREDDY! SHUT UP!
Mike:
I'M BACK! LET'S MAKE A CAKE! WOOHOO!
Foxy:
I'm gonna report you for leaving in the middle of your shift.
Mike:
I'll break your legs bitch!
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