Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff: The FnaF iction
It was a pretty much regular morning in House Town, Stateville Amaraca. The tree outside number 412 was, oddly, bare. That didn't even HAPPEN until, like, December or some shit, right? Right.
Inside house 416, the two residents were only just stirring from their slumber. Which of course, meant that mister Bro was sleeping soundly while his best friend (and worst enemy) Jeff, watched him from the dark corner of the room.
"Sleep, Bro," Jeff muttered; his creepy grin ever present. After a few seconds of silence, the blonde male slowly filled his mouth with cheesy nanchos, munching them with loud "MANCH MACNH" sounds. "Sleep."
Outside, Geromy sat on the lawn. All by himself, the dark skinned man smiled thickly and extended his arms, turning around in a full circle three times.
"… Fucknig help," he muttered.
Credits role.
