HELLO 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...
Glamrock Freddy: Alright, I have a question... what are "Duck pics"? A kid told me their brother sends duck pics... are they pictures of ducks? Gregory: Do you mean dick pics? Vanessa: FUCKING WHAT? WHY ARE WE DISCUSSING THIS? Monty: I think he means dick pics... Freddy, it's when a person with a penis sends pictures of said penis... Roxy: OH MY FUCKING GOD! STOP! Glamrock Chica: WHY DOES GREGORY KNOW WHAT THAT IS? Gregory: I'm not stupid... Vanessa: YOU'RE A FUCKING CHILD! Moon: WOULD ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! Roxy: What's up your ass? Glamrock Chica: Is Freddy OK? I just heard a giant thud and he's not responding... Monty: LMAO, he searched dick pics and he malfunctioned. Gregory: WHY DID YOU LET HIM SEARCH THAT! Vanessa: So your telling me an animatronic needs to be repaired because he viewed dick pics? I'm not writing that report... Roxy: LMAO, that's fucking funny though. Glamrock Chica: Either way... how did he understand duck pics? Monty: ... maybe the kid actually said duck pics. Vanessa: No one is sending fucking pictures of ducks to people... Gregory:
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Vanessa: ... I stand corrected. Glamrock Chica: SEE! I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A DUCK! Glamrock Freddy: What a nice picture Gregory... Monty: And he's fine... Vanessa: Thank God... I don't have to write an awkward report. Gregory: Hey... I have a question... was that bunny suit uncomfortable? Roxy: Honestly... what material was it made of? Vanessa: Why does all of this matter now? Gregory: I've been wanting to ask but... I didn't want you to get pissed... Monty: I could've just asked... I'm not scared of that bitch. Vanessa: What the fuck did you just call me? I could easily have your ass replaced... I have an idea... how about we bring Bonnie back and scrap you? {Monty is offline} Gregory: That's why I didn't ask. Vanessa: Yes, it was uncomfortable and... I don't fucking remember the materials... Glamrock Chica: Do you still have it? Roxy: If the answer is yes, Freddy will probably go all "Protective Fazdad Mode" Vanessa: ... I think I lost it. LMAO Gregory: I think I found it! Roxy: ... that was quick... Glamrock Freddy: Why wasn't it burned? Gregory: Why should it be burned? It's not the suit's fault. Roxy: LMAO, exactly. Don't blame the poor suit! Vanessa: I lost it before I could burn it. Gregory: It's in that room above Fazer Blast. How did you fucking lose it? It's in plain sight! Glamrock Freddy: DO NOT USE THAT WORD! Vanessa: I forgot about that room... I never go up there. {Monty is online} Monty: Yeah... that's totally believable. What are you hiding? Vanessa: Well, one thing is for sure... I'm clearly not hiding that damn suit. Glamrock Chica: LMAO, we should do a reenactment of that night. It sounds like a great bonding experience. Roxy: Ah yes, open up those traumatic wounds. You're a genius. Glamrock Chica: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! Gregory: LET'S DO IT! WOOHOO! TRAUMA! Glamrock Freddy: STOP! Moon: I'm not taking part in this. Gregory: Good... I hated the daycare anyways. Vanessa: If we're actually going through with this, it has to be later... it's fucking 6:00 and we're about to open. Gregory: OK... I'll spend the entire day trying to convince Freddy! Glamrock Freddy: I don't like this idea. Roxy: LMAO, you're gonna have to wear that uncomfortable suit. Vanessa: ... I've done it before and I can certainly deal with it again. Gregory: I'm honestly shocked you're joining. Vanessa: Same but... you have to admit, it wouldn't be the same without me. Glamrock Chica: Are we sure about that? Vanessa: ... shut up.
A/N: why am I tempted to write the reenactment? LMAO
