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“-Who would use ‘em, y’know? Like-” Freddy’s voice draws out, his arms are out in a shrugging motion as he looks off to the side.
“What?” Foxy’s glitched voice asks, he’s leaned forward and his eyes are furrowed in confusion.
“Who- Who was going t’-.....y’know take time out of their day…..y’know.” Funtime Freddy says as he gestures furiously, looking intently at Foxy as he gestures down and waves his hands around.
“To go down there, buy some popcorn, get a drink, go into the theatre-” Funtime Freddy says as he does all those things. Funtime Foxy stands there stiffly.
“Freddy!” Foxy says sternly, his hands still as he stretches his arms up in a mock shrug sort of pose. His eyes are drooped and he looks completely done with this.
“The actual room,” He says, staring at the blank wall as he eats popcorn, BonBon cries soundlessly.
“Freddy-” Foxy tries once again but to no avail.
“WATCH A- WATCH- LOOK at a screen!” Funtime Freddy exclaims, throwing the popcorn further into the theatre before sitting back down.
“Calm down-” Foxy says, his arms shaking from where he has them as he looks worriedly at the scene Freddy’s created.
“That has pictures moving really quick- ly.” Funtime Freddy says, gesturing to the screen as a clip of Glamrock Freddy twerking pops up onto the screen. Bon Bon’s face is pink as he stares intently at the screen.
“-Cup of- tea- j-just- calm down.” Foxy tries once again, not bothering to advance towards Freddy in slight fear and concern.
“Y’know-” Freddy says once again, crossing his leg over the other.
“Calm down-” Funtime Foxy doesn’t know how else to coax him into clarity, but he’s trying at least. (Unlike- *cough cough* BonBon *cough cough* who’s too busy simping for *COUGH* glamrock freddy *COUGH*)
“Just-” Foxy begins.
“Have a like- who’s gonna-”
“Freddy-”
“sit there for two hours “
“Freddy, please-”
looking at moving pictures-”
“With sound on it?” An orchestra-type melody plays from the speakers. Funtime Foxy looks around the theatre in concern and confusion bu more intensified.
“WHO’S GONNA DO THAT?!” He exclaims, pointing at the other Funtime Freddy that’s calmly watching Glamrock Freddy twerk.
“Freddy, that’s called a- that’s called a movie theatre Freddy, you literally just said it, people do that.” Funtime Foxy stutters for a moment, surprised he’s getting the chance to talk without getting passively-aggressively interrupted.
“It’s a form of entertainment-” He says before being interrupted by Freddy once again.
“Weasels don’t exist properly, okay? That’s what I’m saying.” Funtime Freddy says, pointing to a picture of wheels and X-ing the weasel out.
“WHAT?!” Funtime Foxy exclaims, his arms outstretched and his eyes wide but squinted.
“Weasels don’t exist- like they should, they exist, but they’re not doing it correctly.” Funtime Freddy elaborates on his previous statement. Funtime Foxy looks flabbergasted with a pained expression on his face, light steam puffs out of the back of his head, his AI is working overtime.
“What do you mean, FREDDY?!” Funtime Freddy asks, his hands straining forward with his arms jerking from where they’re stretched out in question.
“They’re not breathing correctly, they’re not using their hearts correctly.” He explains, showing a diagram of the respiratory system before pulling up an image of the circulatory system and pointing to the lung and heart areas.
“Are you- Are you actually okay? I’m- I’m…getting concerned here.” Funtime Foxy says, his arms back in their previous shrugging position but he has sweat dripping down his face in slight fear.
“I’m genuinely getting concerned here.” Funtime Foxy says, looking into Freddy’s eyes as Freddy stares off. Foxy looks nervously at Freddy as it goes quiet.
“Freddy?” Foxy calls.
“Freddy.” He calls out once again.
“Hey- Freddy-” Freddy chirps loudly, deteriorating into a 240 FPS version of himself with horrible graphics before changing back as if it never happened.
“Freddy-”
“You alright?” Foxy says, one of his eyebrows slanted down while the other is raised. Sweat trails down his face as he stares intently at Freddy who remains unmoving.
He chirps once again, deteriorating into exactly what he was before. He’s now back to his regular appearance.
He chirps a third time, Foxy simply stands there with beady eyes having to experience this.
“You alright? Hey, Hey-” He pokes at Freddy’s ear and face, he’s transformed into the odd, lower quality version of himself once again.
“Are you alright there?” He’s on the verge of crying and sweat continues to run down his face as he looks down at Freddy.
“Freddy.”
“FREDDY-”
“ NUTS!!” It goes silent momentarily as Freddy looks up with wide eyes.
“Nuts are the key.” Funtime Freddy says, his pupils dilated as he looks at his surroundings.
Funtime Foxy has tears in his eyes, he sighs exasperatedly.
“You scared the crap outta me-” Funtime Foxy exhales deeply, a hand over his heart as sweat continues to drip down his face. He breathes in and out a few times.
“ALMONDS!” Freddy exclaims, BonBon looks nervous from his place on Freddy’s hand, but he simply stares ahead as if he’s used to this. And to be perfectly honest, the poor soul is probably used to this.
“Are the key.” He punctuates, causing Foxy to sputter. His finger is pointed up at the screen where a key shaped almond is shown.
“Are you- WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” Funtime Foxy suddenly exclaims, panicked, nervous, confused, and concerned. Freddy simply ignores him and goes on with his ranting.
“Whatever you do, don’t eat the peanuts.”
“Where is all of this coming from?!” Foxy’s staticky voice asks loudly but still going ignored as Freddy STILL continues to talk.
“Cuz those are fake nuts.” Freddy says, pointing at the projector showing an image of a singular peanut.
“And why am I only noticing this now?!” Foxy’s voice exclaims while Freddy casually goes on with his ‘presentation.’
“They use those peanuts to make butter.” An image of peanut butter is shown on the screen.
“This is very poor lighting.” He stands stiffly with an angry expression, his hands down to his side and his legs straight.
“I don’t even know how they’re doing it.” For the first time in what seemed like forever, Freddy turned tok him with squinted eyes, his hand was outstretched in Foxy’s direction.
“I don’t even know how YOU’RE doing this.” Foxy’s arms are both spread and his eyes are squinted so lowly that they seem as if they’re closed. He looks slightly agitated.
“Like, where are you getting this information from?” Freddy goes still once again, his arms dropping to his sides and Foxy’s breath hitches as he backs away slowly.
Freddy transforms once again, but he simply fades. A lower-quality version of Freddy replaces the one that was standing there moments ago.
“Oh my god- FREDDY!!” He yells loudly, his eyes burning into Freddy’s low-quality figure.
“WHY DO YOU KEEP SPACING OUT OUT OF NOWHERE?!” His arms that were wide open were now covering his eyes as he sighed, his ears tilting forward.
“FREDDY!” Foxy himself glitches out into a lower-quality version of himself. But unlike Freddy, he looks very angry.
“W a f f l e T i m e .” Freddy suddenly speaks up. He’s been turned into a stack of two waffles cut into fourths, but he still has his ears and top hat.
“WWWWHAT THE HECK ARE YOU- WWHAT IS GOING ON?!” He turns away from Freddy and his hands are on his head as he paces around before walking up to Freddy and placing his hands on his shoulders.
“ARE YOU OKAY?!” He asks, Freddy’s expression hasn’t shifted since he last spoke, he still has that haunting, blank smile plastered on his faceplates.
“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! WHERE ARE YOU GETTING ALL THESE WORDS FROM?!” His hands are put over his ears now and he’s horribly distressed.
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND!!” Now, Freddy’s shifted into an odd figure with wide black eyes that stared into Foxy’s endoskeleton.
“FREDDY!!” He exclaims once again.
“I- STOP PULLING IN THE TRENCHES!!” His hands are once again outstretched, steam is puffing out from around his head adn his eyes are painfully wide.
“FREDDY!!” He yells again.
“I’m going t’a- oh my gosh….I’m going to lose my MIND.” He turns away from the scene and puts his hands on both sides of his head. He’s staring down at the floor while trying to take deep breaths.
“I am going to lose my MIND . ” He staggers out, unmoving.
“Freddy!-” He tries once more, and he finally gets a reply.
“Because what else ….would there be….if not for trees, and guns..?” Freddy’s face has an odd shading that is somewhat akin to blush. He stares out into nothing with his mouth slightly open.
“ ARRE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING?! ” He exclaims, an accusing finger pointed out at Freddy. His pupils are reduced to merely beads and his mouth is opened wide as he talks loudly.
“You’re only saying that ‘cause you don’t understand the true meaning of wallpaper.” Freddy’s finger is pointed upwards and BonBon is stuck out. His beady expression says all that he’s thinking.
“WWHAT-”
“Okay?”
“-DOES THAT-”
“You don’t understand-”
“-HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!” Funtime Foxy finishes off his sentence and he goes quiet, not even knowing what he’s supposed to do in a situation like this.
“What- What- What- What- What cans of soda er er- is supposed to be.” He’s pointing dramatically at a can of bacon soup. BonBon cries from his upside-down position.
“Freddy-”
“And that’s the question, that- many people ask.” He closes his eyes and sticks his finger up once more.
“Freddy, you’re insane. Go bed, right now.” Foxy points at a FNAF themed bed made for 8-10 year olds.
“What’s your favorite flower?” He asks cutely, his eyes small and beady with a triangular smile on his face.
“What?-”
“The flowers I like are tulips.” An image of tulips show on the projector, they’re a more obvious shade of pink with light green stems.
“Because tu-lips, are better than one.” He says simply with a small smile.
“GO TO BE-”