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Hm? Specter, why are you moving so quickly? Where are you headed? Relax, you'll arrive in time. You did, in fact, slow down. You are still in a human body, therefore there is no need to arrive all sweaty. And as you tore into this new realm, you saw people fleeing in groups from an imminent danger. A burst of blue, red, yellow, and white can be seen bouncing about. If it isn't the best bunbun ever, then nothing is. All Might . So that's why you're here, huh?
It's all right, Specter. Everyone has fan moments. Ask for an autograph if you want, but he was moving very quickly and doing his best to reach the person who was posing a threat-the mentally deranged All for One, who has an acre of ash in place of a brain. Ironically, intelligence was his strongest suit; perhaps we are expressing our opinions a little too strongly. Now, Specter, it's time to transform ourselves and eliminate this menace so that we can support All Might. Autobots roll out! You boomed, in reverb 8D. You are now the ideal FREAK Specter after you tore your incredibly muscular arms and stapled them to your knees, leaving the hands firmly affixed to your shoulders. You pounded the floor, the inescapable backshots pushing you quickly towards All for One. You whirled, your hand twitching with anticipation as the power of a million slaps were unleashed. Your palm met All for One's face, and you did not even give him a chance to mock you. He was rendered unconscious as soon as his head struck the floor.
At last, All Might arrived with a look of relief, shock, and bewilderment on his face. An unknown face, which was inside the torso of the foxy outfit we didn't remove, helped him finally put an end to his archnemesis. The #1 Hero had no merchandise to sign, so you wasted no time in pointless silence by pulling out the most permanent marker in the world, Freak marker, and giving it to him. However, just in time to help him out, your forehead grew ten feet tall, giving him enough space to draw planets. A little taken aback, but choking back a chuckle, the bunbun hero repeatedly signed your swollen forehead. The hero took off, thanking you for your assistance today and sharing a little of his booming laugh with us all. The wind clapping his cheeks, erm, cheeks clapping in the wind. You get the point he was dummy thick.
We don't need all that extra weight, Specter. Your legs are back to their former power, and your forehead is now deflating. It's time to discover the cause of the world's chaos, so you head over to Scott Cawthon's house and give them a piece of your enigmatic mind. I bit my fucking tongue. Now, we have to go for Fox first. Foxy whispered "Nighty Nighty" and switched off the light just as we were ready to demolish the animatronic's toes. No foul, no harm. Somehow, Chica passed away. You bumped into Michael on your way to the rest of the crew, thinking he was Gordon Ramsay. I'd fuck the shit out of Dave Uhn Uhn Ubn Ehn .You screamed and slapped him. His fart now slowed and reverbed in 1,000,000D, breaking the ozone and the UV rays, destroying Freddy and Bonnie. As atoms are altered, destroyed, and rebuilt, the screams contribute to their own devastation. Come on, Specter, clean up the mess you made. Well, keep going. As you started to lock in, your airbending abilities knitted the ozone back together while the lethal face card cut the rays and reflected them back home. With such dexterity, Specter, a cyclone of corrections is being carried out. You see, everything has returned to normal, and even better, if I may say so myself. Now, where would you like to go?
