A/N: i'm still trying to figure out a good schedule for this book. I might start doing Tuesdays, Thursdays and maybe a chapter on the weekends or something.
Roxy:
MONTY! If you don't shut the fuck up in the next five seconds, I'm gonna destroy your ass!
Glamrock Chica:
Honestly! I can't hear myself think.
Glamrock Freddy:
WATCH THE LANGUAGE! Gregory is in this chat now!
Gregory:
Do you guys even think? You don't have brains.
Monty:
... you have no room to talk... you have a brain and it doesn't even fucking work.
Roxy:
LMFAO, damn. He just asked a question...
Glamrock Freddy:
Now I don't usually condone violence but... Monty, if you say one more thing to Gregory... I will make sure you are unable to be repaired.
Glamrock Chica:
Fazdad... that's it... that's all that needs to be said.
Sun:
HELLO!
Roxy:
I thought we removed that thing...
Gregory:
No... you guys just talked about removing him... I think he should stay.
Monty:
FUCKING NO! I hate it and you!
Glamrock Freddy:
That's it... you're done.
Monty:
COME AT ME FAZBITCH!
Vanessa:
NO! FUCKING NO! There's already too much shit to deal with right now.
Gregory:
... oh God.
Roxy:
Is there another little shit loose or something?
Vanessa:
No... DJ Music Man got stuck in a small area and I'm trying to find a way to get him out... I've been at this for about an hour now...
Monty:
I can come break shit.
Glamrock Chica:
That sounds like the only solution... although not the best one.
Sun:
If there's a way to get in... there's a way to get out! Right?
Vanessa:
... not always... I'm honestly not sure how he got in though... As much as I don't want to say this, Monty's idea might be the only way to deal with this.
Monty:
HELL YEAH! I'M ON MY WAY!
Gregory:
How does he know where to go.
Glamrock Freddy:
... he doesn't... he'll find them though.
Sun:
I'm still confused... I thought if you could get in... you could get out.
Gregory:
No... I got stuck in a plastic bin when I was younger and they literally had to cut it so I could get out.
Glamrock Chica:
... why did you get in it?
Gregory:
We were playing a game of hide and seek.
Roxy:
You're literally able to fit inside of Freddy right now... how small was this box?
Gregory:
Small enough for me to get stuck obviously.
Monty:
I DID IT! FUCK YEAH!
Vanessa:
Yeah... but now there's a fuck ton of broken shit to clean up.
Gregory:
Can't those cleaner bots deal with it?
Sun:
I could help! I like cleaning!
Glamrock Chica:
Like isn't a strong enough word...
Monty:
Honestly... how do kids even play in the daycare if they can't move stuff around. Kids will be kids and that includes making a mess or whatever.
Gregory:
I honestly don't know...
Roxy:
So... since the raceway isn't fucked up anymore... who wants to race?
Glamrock Chica:
Last time I tried to use one of the go-carts, I did doughnuts for a solid 10 minutes...
Roxy:
LMFAO, I forgot about that.
Gregory:
I'll race you...
Roxy:
... hmmm. Fine.
Glamrock Freddy:
Don't go too hard on him.
Roxy:
... he ran me over once... LMAO
Glamrock Freddy:
Yeah, Gregory, you're not going.
Glamrock Chica:
What do you think is gonna happen? REVENGE?!
Roxy:
Relax Papa Bear... I'm not gonna hurt your precious "superstar".
Vanessa:
I was gonna say we don't need any dead children on our hands... then I remembered this is Fazbear Entertainment... why do I still work here?
Sun:
Because you like us?
Vanessa:
I sure as hell don't like all of you.
Gregory:
I feel like I'm being targeted here.
Vanessa:
I don't mean you...
Roxy:
I'm heading to the raceway...
Gregory:
I'm coming!
Roxy:
Freddy... I see you typing... he will not end up hurt and you will not have to do anything irrational.
Glamrock Freddy:
OK... just be careful.
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