Foxy: Mike. Mike. Hey mike. Mikey. Mike. Mike. Michael. Mikey. Mike.
Mike: -.- What to you want.
Foxy: FIRST MATE MIKEY! YE BE NEEDED IN THE KITCHEN!
Mike: Oh great, what did Chica do this time?
Foxy: It be best if ye saw fer yerself.
Mike: *facepalm* Fine. Jeremy!
Jeremy: Yes sir!? *looks up from cameras*
Mike: You'll be fine here for a while, right?
Jeremy: R-right! Um...where are you going...?
Mike: Kitchen.
Jeremy: Chica again...?
Mike: Most likely. Foxy, lead the way.
*at kitchen*
Chica: *in the oven*
Mike: what did...how...?
Chica: eugh...help...stuck...
Foxy: Ye see what I be talkin' 'bout lad?
Mike: *sigh* Yes. Chica, what are you doing?
Chica: oven...stuck...pizza was...
Mike: Use your words.
Chica: The pizza...in...oven...to far...couldn't...reach. Had to...get...help...
Mike: You got yourself stuck in the oven because you couldn't reach a pizza...you're arms are long enough! How does this even happen!?
Chica: Don't...know...help...
Mike: *sigh* Foxy, can you get the freddys'?
Foxy: *nods and sprints down hallway*
Mike: I'll let you explain this to them. They can get you out. Honestly, you furries are frustrating. *leaves*
Chica: Wait...! Also...she's st...stuck...!
Chicachoo (Toy chica): *muffled* he...ugh...left didn't...he...?
Well...both of the Chica's managed to get stuck in the oven...for pizza. That was my attempted first part...yep. I tried.
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FNAF (and ocasionally other) RANDOMNESS!!!
RandomHello yes, it is I. Cat. This story will mainly be a lot of Five Nights At Freddy's Randomness...but sometimes you'll see another fandom hop in from time to time...
