Toy Bonnie:
Alright, so I'm starting a petition to make ME the star of the show instead of Toy Freddy because... duh! I'm amazing.
Toy Freddy:
EXCUSE ME!
Toy Chica:
I don't think so.
Toy Bonnie:
Oh come on... Toy Freddy isn't as liked as me and he's the face of the company. Also, your outfit causes so many parent complaints...
Puppet:
That's not her fault and actually... more kids prefer Toy Freddy...
Mangle:
Damn... crushing egos are we?
Balloon Boy:
BATTERIES!
Toy Bonnie:
SHUT UP!
Withered Freddy:
Well... this is some band...
Withered Bonnie:
They can't even get along.
Puppet:
Honestly.
Toy Freddy:
YOU CAN'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DISAGREE AND ARGUE!
Withered Chica:
We did but we didn't constantly fight for the spotlight...
Withered Foxy:
How can you type?
Withered Chica:
I have my ways...
Mangle:
That's what I call talent...
Toy Bonnie:
BACK TO MY PETITION! Who wants to sign?
Toy Freddy:
NO!
Toy Chica:
I'm with him!
Mangle:
Same... no.
Withered Bonnie:
My one arm is occupied so... no.
Withered Foxy:
LMAO
Balloon Boy:
I'll sign if you give me batteries!
Toy Bonnie:
You have a deal little shit... I mean BB.
Toy Freddy:
I just don't understand how someone who can't even count down properly thinks he can be the leader.
Toy Bonnie:
SHUT UP! I CAN COUNT DOWN!
Toy Chica:
Prove it.
Toy Bonnie:
6, 7, 5, 3, 4, 2, 1
Mangle:
... are you fucking serious?
Withered Golden Freddy:
That's just disappointing.
Puppet:
... how did you screw it up that bad?
Balloon Boy:
I'd like to erase my signature...
Toy Bonnie:
YOU'RE ALL JUST JEALOUS OF MY FAME!
Toy Freddy:
You know that was bad if it got Withered Golden Freddy to respond...
Withered Foxy:
Honestly... I'm just confused on how a fucking robot can't count down...
Withered Chica:
I made pizza.
Mangle:
FUCKING HOW?
Toy Chica:
Magic... or some shit.
Withered Chica:
I just have my ways.
Mangle:
Once again... pure talent.
Toy Chica:
Anyways... can I have some?
Withered Chica:
No... I just told you I made pizza just to say it... not as an offer...
Toy Chica:
Now I feel stupid.
Withered Golden Freddy:
At least you can fucking count down.
Toy Chica:
Fair enough.
Toy Bonnie:
I'M STILL HERE!
Toy Freddy:
Yeah... we know...
Withered Bonnie:
We just don't give a damn.
Toy Bonnie:
I WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF!
Withered Bonnie:
Uh... you can try... I don't think you'll succeed though.
Withered Chica:
... I want to see him try honestly.
Puppet:
Same...
Withered Golden Freddy:
It sounds interesting.
Toy Bonnie:
YOU ALL SUCK!
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FanfictionHELLO MY FAZBALLS! Ok, so I've been wanting to write this story but I am pretty sure no one is gonna give a shit about it but... here it is. As stated by the title, this is a FNAF group chat fanfic. That should be self explanatory. Let's get some...
