Ah, why don't I start here? Where everything was screwed up.
The music was loudly playing in the background while the four of us walked to the stage lift. Roxanne looked over confident, as always, Chica was trying to copy her, Freddy was just giddy and I... L.o.l. I was just walking. Just being my regular amazing self.
Freddy was doing his routine dance and the others were doing theirs as I played my wicked bass guitar. Honestly, I'm super glad they gave me the new claw upgrade. Not only is it good for strumming the strings better BUT it makes it easier to tear apart those bots, bust the fences open and destroy stuff in my room.
I'm gonna skip all this boring stuff because this is the same thing we do every time during our performance. Quite honestly, I could probably be able to describe everybody's movements exactly because I've seen them do it so many times and I'm amazing like that.
Uhhh... Ah- Right- This is where shit hits the fan. Freddy, that god damn idiot, fucked the whole performance up. He malfunctioned for NO reason and fucking collapsed on stage. Chica, that poor sympathetic bird, had run over to him to see what was wrong.
Blah, blah, blah, Freddy gets wheeled away, yada yada yada. Point is, he's a fucking dumbass and yet he's the so called hero of this whole damn thing. Would you consider someone who burns down an entire multimillion dollar establishment a fucking hero??? Yeah, man, I think the fuck not.
Anyways, after said shit hit the fan, I was PISSED! I'm pretty sure I made a hairline fracture in the glass of my greenroom, which is incredible 'cuz the glass is bullet proof and all I had to do was throw something at it so, yeah, Fazfuck Ent., maybe make sure your shit is legit. (point was of that little bit was that I'm amazing and strong af. I should be a... what do the teens call them? A, uh... Tumblr sexy man- Hell yeah- I gotta trademark that shit-)
Damnit, shits going down. I'll be back, rando who's reading this. ;)
Rock on. -Monty Gator ✨
