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Uh Oh! How Unfortunate For DeeDee!
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Ongoing, First published Dec 15, 2022
DeeDee likes to create chaos, because it's the only thing that can entertain her in her boring life, but when one of her plans tragically fails, the nightguard she was trying to attack helps her, and the two become friends, but now all the other animatronics are trying to attack the nightguard, can DeeDee help save the nightguard and dig her way out of this Uh Oh how unfortunate mess?
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