"Chica, why is the oven on fire." I asked, watching Bonnie panic as I put my bag down.
"I didn't do it. It was Bonnie." Chica told me, adjusting her shirt and bib.
"Oh for fucks sake...Freddy, where is the fire extinguisher?"
"Next to the fridge." Freddy replied. I got in there and put out the fire, asking Bonnie what he was trying to make.
"I just wanted to make macaroni." He said in a high, nervous voice.
"Get Chica's help next time. Just be glad that it was just a small stove fire."
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This is not your average FNAF fanfic.
FanfictionListen. I know it doesn't obey the lore, but I am too damn tired to care. This started off the prompt: "if you were the nightguard for five nights, how would it go" and it has evolved into something entirely different. Read it if you want, I don't c...
