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Q: CHICA WATCH DONT HUG ME IM SCARED 1 2 AND 3 PLZ For me?

A: (I put numbers, you're welcome)

1. Creative

Me: ... DAT DANCING ORANGE DOE

Notepad thing: LETS GET CREATIVE!!!

Me: lol talking notepad

Thing: *makes stuff out of clay*

Other thing: *puts letter D on a piece of construction paper*

ABOUT 20 SECONDS LATER~~~

Stuff becomes gory

Thing: *spazzes out*

Me: O.o

Other thing: *spells 'death' on the construction paper*

Intestine things: *gets sucked into a mouse hole*

The things: *starts hugging each other and spins in a circle

Bonnie: *walks in* Hey Chica... WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WATCHING

Thing: *slices cake, a cake made out of intestines*

Other thing: *spazzes on the construction paper*

Everything is back to normal...

Everyone in the video: ...

Me: if any children watch this, they will get 'creative'...

Notepad thing: now let's all agree to never be creative again. *flops down*

Bonnie: OAO

2. Time

Me: oh... at least they can't be creative anymore...

Clock: *starts talking*

Me: OH MY GOSH CLOCKS CAN TALK?!?!?!

Clock: *starts singing about time*

Foxy: hiya lass...

Apple: *decays*

Foxy: 0-0 well, what the heck.

The things start to grow old...

Foxy: LASS

Feathers start falling off the thing

Foxy: LASSIE

Eyeball pops off the things

Foxy: LASS MAKE IT STOP

Me: nope, I'm doing it for melodywing.

Flesh appears after the feathers fall off

Foxy: LASS THIS ISNT FOR KIDS

things: MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!

We realize that they were watching it.

Foxy:  •×•

Me: :3

3. Love

Me: *watching the first few seconds of the video*

Thing: *opens a basket full of chicken legs*

Me: O:

Me: I THOUGHT THOSE WERE ILLEGAL IN OUR SPECIES

THING: *murders the bee*

The bee intestines splatter over the chicken legs

Me: THIS IS ALREADY SCARY

THING: *runs off and cries*

Bee: *starts singing about love*

Me: when there is love, I am 100000% sure that there will be unicorns.

Unicorn comes out

Me: I KNEW IT

THING: this is our king

Other thing: the king of love

Thing: we must feed him

Me: oh damn...

Other: feed him with gravel.

Me: *ROTFL*

Thing: *wakes up*

Bee: *emerges from boiled egg* PAPA!!!

Me: *spits out the juice I was drinking*

Okay... then... my nightmares of raw chicken legs inside a picnic basket is coming to life...f

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