Mike:
Why does the safety poster say "No pooping on floor"?
Bonnie:
We thought you knew...
Foxy:
Maybe an old friend of yours or something...
Mike:
NONE OF MY FRIENDS EVER SHIT ON THE FLOOR!
Golden Freddy:
Are you sure about that?
Mike:
... I think so.
Chica:
Why is there a word missing? Shouldn't it be "No pooping on the floor"?
Freddy:
It still get's the message across...
Chica:
IT'S GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT!
Bonnie:
No it isnot... its correctly grammar!
Chica:
Now you're just trying to piss me off...
Mike:
Correctly grammar... LMAO
Foxy:
... isnot? Either use isn't or is not...
Bonnie:
Doesnot, donot, wasnot... I can keep going if you want.
Freddy:
No. Just shut the fuck up...
Mike:
Back to the pooping on the floor thing... did one of you shit on the floor when you were alive?
Foxy:
... why the hell would we do that?
Chica:
It was probably Jeremy...
Mike:
An idiot in life and death... makes sense.
Bonnie:
I DID NOTHING!
Freddy:
When did we start using our actual names again... FUCK YOU FRITZ!
Foxy:
SHUT UP GABRIEL!
Golden Freddy:
You're all fucking stupid...
Mike:
Now that I think about it... it may have been my brother who shit on the floor...
Golden Freddy:
LMAO, I think it was actually you.
Mike:
Maybe... I probably did it to piss off my dad...
Freddy:
Fair enough. Your dad's a dick.
Foxy:
Yeah... he killed me a week before we were gonna start playing dodgeball in P.E.
Bonnie:
... THAT'S SO SAD! 😭
Chica:
I barely got to mourn the loss of my dog then BOOM! DEAD!
Freddy:
I mean... I had a math test the next week so... I'm not complaining.
Foxy:
LMAO, did you even study?
Freddy:
FUCK NO!
Golden Freddy:
Apparently death is better than a failing grade...
Freddy:
YEAH! My parents were gonna take away my games if I failed.
Mike:
It's not like you need those games anyway...
Chica:
Yep... No Fruity Maze in the afterlife... LMAO
Golden Freddy:
... that game fucking sucks!
Mike:
NO IT DOESN'T! That game is fucking amazing!
Chica:
This is why I like you. You have correct opinions.
Golden Freddy:
There is no such thing as a correct opinion...
Foxy:
Yes there is... anyone who says circus peanuts are good are wrong.
Golden Freddy:
... I stand corrected... Fair enough.
Bonnie:
Circus peanuts are my favorite candy!
Mike:
I'll get you some from the local nursing home... they always have them their because ONLY PEOPLE OVER THE AGE OF 85 LIKE CIRCUS PEANUTS! Oh, also my dad... he loves circus peanuts and black licorice.
Freddy:
He's fucking gross...
Bonnie:
mmm... black licorice.
Chica:
... you need to stop talking...
Foxy:
Yeah... Bonnie, shut up.
Freddy:
I guess we're done using our real names then...
Chica:
Yes... it feels weird to use those names now...
Mike:
Yeah... I can't look at Freddy and just think... ah, yes, GABRIEL.
Bonnie:
True.
Mike:
So... we've solved the poop mystery... the culprit is...
Foxy:
MIKE!
Mike:
Yeah... I seriously think it was me. Wow, I feel so honored... a rule was made because of me.
Golden Freddy:
You're proud of shitting on the floor?
Mike:
YES! IT PISSED OFF MY FATHER! OF COURSE I'M PROUD!
Chica:
... that's definitely fair.
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