A/N: Alright... There may be a spoiler in this chapter too, as well as chapters that follow this one.
Listen, I understand the movie just came out, but my immediate thought process when posting chapters isn't to give a warning. I know it's a dick move on my end, but this is the Internet after all, full of spoilers, so this is the warning.
If you don't like this or this is a problem, sorry, but it is my book and I will be writing it as I please, even if that makes me an asshole.
Bucket Bob:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Scrap Baby:
WHAT? FUCKING WHAT?
Bucket Bob:
... Oh, hi!
Lefty:
... OH my God. Fuck you.
Scraptrap:
I had a dream that I only had one kid... A daughter, and she betrayed me.
Scrap Baby:
... What the fuck?
Scraptrap:
It wasn't you. She helped me with my kills... Until she fucking betrayed me!
Helpy:
I don't blame her. You suck.
Molten Freddy:
This guy just walked in and his shirt says "Sexy Farts". LMAO
Funtime Chica:
That's not all... His friend is wearing a shirt that says "seductive burps". What the fuck is wrong with people?
Lefty:
... We just need the third that says "Hot shits".
Scrap Baby:
Charlie... Shut up. Fucking gross.
Molten Freddy:
Honestly... Now that I think about it, I'd wear those shirts.
Rockstar Bonnie:
Same!
Nedd Bear:
LET'S GET SOME!
Funtime Chica:
... You're all fucking dumb.
Helpy:
... Mr. Sexy Farts is trying to hit on the girl behind the register and she just looks like she wants to die.
Scraptrap:
I'd kill them, but they're not kids.
Lefty:
Shut up William.
Scrap Baby:
OK... I'm starting a band called... THRUSTED BUTTER SKINS!
Molten Freddy:
I'm joining!
Lefty:
Same, and that name is stupid.
Funtime Chica:
Can I join? I know you don't want Afton.
Scrap Baby:
Yeah... And we're not accepting anymore members.
Happy Frog:
PLEASE! I WANNA SING WITH MULTEN FREDBOY!
Molten Freddy:
I hate you bitch! Damn.
(Mike has joined the chat)
Mike:
SHIT! Why does this keep happening?
Scraptrap:
My least favorite child...
Scrap Baby:
MIKE! HI!
Molten Freddy:
EGGS! YAY!
Mike:
... You became so fucking ugly.
Lefty:
Mike... How are you still alive?
Mike:
Charlie... I have no fucking idea. Anyway, BYE!
(Mike has left the chat)
Scrap Baby:
... He ignored me.
Molten Freddy:
HE CALLED ME UGLY! 😭
Happy Frog:
HE'S WRONG MY LOVE! YOU'RE HANDSOME! I LOVE YOU!
Molten Freddy:
FUCK OFF!
Funtime Chica:
... Eggs? LMAO
Scrap Baby:
Our HandUnit fucked up his name, and called him Eggs Benedict instead of Mike, or Michael Afton.
Rockstar Bonnie:
HE'S RELATED TO WILLIAM?
Scraptrap:
DUMBASS!
Scrap Baby:
... Oh, wanna hear something more shocking idiot? I'm also related to Peepaw.
Nedd Bear:
NO WAY! What's your name? Are you an Afton too?
Helpy:
... God help us all...
Scrap Baby:
Elizabeth Afton...
Rockstar Bonnie:
SHE'S AN AFTON! HOLY SHIT!
Lefty:
We've literally talked about that a lot.
Scraptrap:
We talked about it at the beginning of this conversation.
Nedd Bear:
You said she wasn't your daughter.
Scraptrap:
IN MY DREAM! FUCKING IDIOT!
Rockstar Bonnie:
... Then who was it in your dream?
Scraptrap:
... Hmmm, odd. I can't remember her name. She was an officer though, and had a gun. She was supposed to distract Mike, who wasn't my son by the way, or kill him if he found out too much. Instead, she tried to kill me.
Scrap Baby:
I should follow in her footsteps.
Lefty:
... It's a little too late for that Elizabeth.
Helpy:
NO! LET'S KILL AFTON!
(Mike has joined the chat)
Mike:
FUCK YEAH! KILL HIM!
Scrap Baby:
SEE! EVEN MIKE AGREES
Happy Frog:
MIKE SUCKS!
Mike:
You suck, ugly piece of shit.
Scraptrap:
I ALWAYS COME BACK!
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