There was a sudden ton of commotion in the pizzeria. Freddy was just finished taking a child to the restroom. He smiled his signature and genuine smile to the child who thanked him before running off to play. "What's going on guys?" Freddy asked, still smiling. A smaller being who'd been running bumped into Freddy. Freddy smiled and helped them up.
"Hello! I'm Freddy Fazb-" he stopped as he layed eyes on the younger person before him, blushing with an expression the other animatronics knew was love at first sight. A teen with one big green and one big blue eye and black hair that stuck up in more than one place looked to the ground whispering, "S-Sorry..." "Oh no! It's fine! What's your name?" "I'm Michael Schmidt and-"
"And he's busy so leave him." Scott, the manager, cut off. "Wǒ kěyǐ wéi zìjǐ shuōhuà, nǐ zhīdào..." Mike huffed in a whisper. "Rude." Scott replied, causing Mike to glare at him. "Bù cūlǔ. Wǒ zhǐshì chénshù shìshí!" Mike yelled. "Nǐ yīnggāi yòng yīngyǔ shuōhuà. Wǒmen hùnxiáole fú léi dí." Scott snorted.
"Fine. Whatever!" Mike turned on his heel and stomped to the office.
Translations:
Wǒ kěyǐ wéi zìjǐ shuōhuà, nǐ zhīdào...
I can speak for myself, y'know...
Bù cūlǔ. Wǒ zhǐshì chénshù shìshí!
Not rude. I'm just stating the facts!
Nǐ yīnggāi yòng yīngyǔ shuōhuà. Wǒmen hùnxiáole fú léi dí.
You should speak in English. We're confusing Freddy.
