CHICKENS POV
So that desperate owner hired yet ANOTHER security guard. Its like he forgot what happened to the last one. Freddy and I are so done with his shit. All we wanted was a clean kitchen and some not terrifying children's parties, not this mess of a party hall.
Freddy is out of control. Just the other night he tried to convince us to brutally murder the owner. Crazy right? I came here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.
ALL I WANTED WAS A CHEESEBURGER
And Foxy is really fit, like damn. Hes been running down the hallways at top speed for some reason. I wish that I could be as fit as him, but we all know that won't happen.
I keep going to the security guard's office to ask him if he wants a cheeseburger and he keeps closing the door on my foot. Like what the fuck? I was just trying to be nice.
Everyone else thinks I'm stupid and worthless because I haven't killed a security guard yet. But, I swear one day I will get revenge for my feet and my feelings. Speaking of feelings, everyone thinks that I look like I'm on drugs? In my opinion I look way better than them, like have you even seen that fox? Hes ugly as shit.
Well I better get going or else they'll get mad.
