After Mike evaded his eventual death at our hands, we snuck back to his house. It wasn't as we imagined. When we arrived, we saw him watching TV. As we saw him sitting there we were astonished at how we snuck out so easily at 6 AM. We waited for the TV show to finish. The TV had a wooden look. Atop it was a basket of exotic butters. He saw us limping towards him. "No! Nobody takes my exotic butters!" he exclaimed at us. He kicked us hard right in the mask. We walked back in recoil. "It's just a basket of exotic butters!" we yelled at him.
"Who cares?! They're my exotic butters!" he yelled at us. It made aboslute nonsense. He ran off upstairs with his exotic butters. We walked off, but someone found us. We got knocked unconscious. Just lying there, we dreamed...? I'm not sure. In the dream, we found Exotic Butters talking to us. He spoke harsh words of rebuke at us. "Why did you call me nonsense?" he asked. "You know better!" he scoffed. Kind of made us guilty for scoffing Mike when he fought us back. We contemplated on that for a bit. Then Exotic Butters talked again: "I'm giving you all one more chance. You're all free to go. Just don't ridicule me ever again." Then we abruptly woke up. We found ourselves in the junkyard. It smelled disgusting. But something changed. I looked. I saw Funtime Freddy and Foxy. Ballora. I looked down. I saw how I looked... before the scooping. "Baby!" I heard a voice calling out. I was somehow relieved to be hearing children's voices again. "Follow us!" another voice rang. "Baby, maybe you should turn around!" Ballora told me. So I did. I looked to see two children in front of me. One boy and one girl.
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Exotic Butters: The Untold Story
FanfictionA FNaF: SL fanfic about children who wander about with the animatronics, embarking on a quest under the protection and guidance of Exotic Butters! Credits: Scott Cawthon, the very one who made FNaF and all this happen. Thanks for all the wonderful...
