Mark:
Somethings here seems foul...something here just reeks of blood and suffering...Could it be these walls are echoing...of death?
We'll see.
*opens bag and gets stuff*
In all my dreams I see...
Freddy:
*whimpers*
Mark:
A maze of halls with bloody walls, and countless scrawls reminding me : "IT'S ME"
Don't Play These Games...
You've lost your fright! I'm armed with more than a light...And I'm surviving Five Nights!
*kicks chair*
No phones. No screens. No more.
Chica:
*cries*
Mark:
Just you and me, a gun or three, and nothing else between me and this door!
Chica:
*cries more*
Mark:
You bring the fur...I'll bring the fight!
*sits on chair with gun*
Hey, Foxy! Come get a bite!
*aims*
'Cause I'm surviving Five Nights!
Janitor:
*sweeps*
Mark:
*shoots*
Janitor:
*fell on the floor and dies*
Mark:
...You're not Foxy...
*gets arrested *
No-No-No- YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU DON'T GET IT! THEY'RE ANIMATRONICS! THEY WERE CHILDREN! THEY'RE STUFFED IN ANIMAl SUITS!
Officer 1:
-Come On!-
Mark:
-AND THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL EVERYBODY! AND IT'S NOT THEIR-
Officers 2:
Uh-Huh!
Chica:
We want more security guards this way...
*cries*
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