Bonnie: WELL
Chica: What?
Bonnie: LOOKS LIKE I BROKE MY PHONE
Chica: Sucks to be you
Bonnie: IT'S BROKEN
Chica: How the hay did you break your phone?
Bonnie: I DIDN'T BREAK IT
Chica: You make literally no sense
Bonnie: FREDDY DID
Chica: Well break his
Bonnie: HE GOT PISSED OFF AND THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW, NOW EVERY TIME I TYPE I HEAR LITTLE GLASS SHARDS
Chica: You're gonna cut yourself, and that's gonna hurt like Flash's shovel to Ben's face
Bonnie: I'M BLEEDING
Chica: Do animatronics even bleed?
Bonnie: IDK, YA WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION AND COME OVER THERE?
Chica: Woah, no, that's not what I meant
Bonnie: I CAN'T FIX IT
Chica: Well why not?
Bonnie: BECAUSE NUMBER ONE, IMMA BUNNY, AND THE APPLE STORE DOESN'T WANT AN ANIMATRONIC BUNNY IN THAT PLACE. NUMBER TWO, FLASH GOT IT FOR ME, HOPING I COULD BE RESPONSIBLE
Chica: Well, looks like you've failed both Apple and Flash
Bonnie: SHUTUP
Chica: HEH, me? That's like impossible if you ask me that question
Bonnie: OKAY NEVERMIND
Chica: FFAAAAAAACCCCKKKK
Bonnie: FACK? WTF DOES FACK MEAN,
Chica: I DROPPED MY PHONE
Bonnie: WELL LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE FAILED BOTH APPLE AND FLASH
Chica: SHUTUP
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RandomHEADS UP: I started this story when I was young, so there are multiple grammar and spelling mistakes that I am completely aware of but haven't gone back in to fix. Basically all of the chapters, except for the last few, were written when I was young...
