Helpy:
OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP!
Lefty:
I agree. THIS IS FUCKING AWFUL!
Funtime Chica:
The fuck are you two screeching about?
Scrap Baby:
MY DUMB FUCKING DAD IS DANCING!
Funtime Chica:
And? I don't see the problem.
Molten Freddy:
HE'S HUMPING THE AIR! FUCKING GROSS!
Lefty:
THAT IS NOT HOW YOU DANCE!
Funtime Chica:
... yeah, that is definitely a problem.
Molten Freddy:
HE'S TWERKING! FUCKING HELL!
Scrap Baby:
If I could cry, I'd be sobbing right now. This is fucking awful.
Helpy:
If I could fucking vomit, I'd be doing that right now.
Scraptrap:
Why are you complaining? My dancing is good.
Lefty:
Did my dad tell you that when you two were drunk that one year on Valentine's Day? He fucking lied.
Scraptrap:
He told me that night and the night we slow danced together at a club in the middle of autumn... shit...
Scrap Baby:
THEY FUCKING DATED!
Lefty:
Yep... that proves it... KILL ME!
Scraptrap:
I already did.
Lefty:
FUCK YOU!
Scrap Baby:
Uh... I just found Alice... I walk away from my dad's shitty dancing and I find a child. LMAO
Lefty:
DON'T KILL HER!
Scrap Baby:
She's examining my claw... she seems to like it. I'm confused.
Lefty:
Keep her occupied... I'm locking your dad up.
Scraptrap:
STOP DRAGGING ME!
Lefty:
NO! I'M SICK OF SEEING YOU!
Molten Freddy:
I'm helping.
Funtime Chica:
WHY DO I HAVE TO PERFORM WITH FUCKING HAPPY FROG! SHE SUCKS!
Pigpatch:
LMAO, that sucks.
Funtime Chica:
YOU COME PERFORM WITH HER! SHE'S YOUR BANDMATE! FUCKING DICK!
Pigpatch:
Hmmm, let me think about it... FUCK NO!
Lefty:
Alright... Afton is locked up. Where's Alice?
Scrap Baby:
With me and Helpy.
Helpy:
We're playing two truths and a lie.
Molten Freddy:
I WANNA PLAY! HELL YEAH!
Lefty:
Same! I love that game!
Scraptrap:
I've slapped a donkey, I killed more than 10 kids, and I went to Turkey.
Lefty:
You've never been to fucking Turkey. WHY DID YOU SLAP AN ASS?
Scraptrap:
It wouldn't move...
Molten Freddy:
I can ride a bike, I can drive a car, I can fucking swim.
Scrap Baby:
... you're a fucking robot. You can't swim.
Molten Freddy:
CORRECT! THAT'S THE LIE!
Funtime Chica:
YOU CAN DRIVE A FUCKING CAR?
Molten Freddy:
Yes I can.
Scrap Baby:
I hate ice cream, I watched Henry and my dad make out, and I had three dogs named Lucy, Shilow and Pringle.
Lefty:
... you didn't have dogs. YOU WATCHED THEM WHAT?
Molten Freddy:
I thought you loved ice cream.
Scrap Baby:
I've done some thinking over the years and I fucking hate it now. I used to love it but... not anymore.
Lefty:
I almost drowned in a bathtub five times, I broke my leg when I fell down the stairs, and Michael almost ran me over with Afton's car once.
Scrap Baby:
You've never broken a bone... LMAO
Scraptrap:
MICHAEL DROVE MY CAR?
Lefty:
Yes.
Helpy:
I've broken my neck 69425 times, I got stomped on by Mr. Hippo and I've accidentally deleted all of the data on the computer here twice.
Scraptrap:
You've actually broken your neck 69432 times... I videoed it every time.
Helpy:
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!
Pigpatch:
I hope you aren't saying all of this shit to a fucking kid.
Lefty:
Of course not!
Scrap Baby:
We made sure to keep it appropriate. I may be a killer, but I'm not a fucking monster!
Helpy:
... are we sure about that?
Scrap Baby:
... no. LMAO
Scraptrap:
I'm going to steal that.
Lefty:
She only killed because of you Afton, so you are a monster!
Molten Freddy:
And a terrible dancer.
Scraptrap:
SHUT UP!
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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...
