"Freddy! Calm. Down." Foxy said. "These are our new friends."
"MEATBAGS! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO SCARE THEM, NOT BEFRIEND THEM!"
"Woah. Who the FUCK are you calling meat bags?! Oh, I see. Its a SLIGHT ACCENT YOU CUNT! YOU CAN BARELY TELL! FUCK YOU!"
Trevor picked up a chair and smashed it over Freddy's head. "ITS A SLIGHT ACCENT, YOU FUCKING RACIST FUCK!" Trevor preceded to kick Freddy on the floor, but Foxy stopped him. "Hey, Ladd. Calm down. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."
"I know, I know. I had a rough childhood. My daddy was not nice to me!" Trevor said, and preceded to cry in Chica's arms. Foxy proceeded to help Freddy up. He placed Freddy on the couch, being careful not to hurt him.
"Were am I?" Freddy asked.
"Home, buddy." Bonnie said.
"Are the humans still here?" Freddy said.
"Yes, but calm down. They are staying." Foxy said.
"We must stuff them..." Freddy said. "Golden Brother demands it."
"Golden brother is gone, Freddy. Now rest." Foxy said caringly.
"Noooo..." Freddy said, and then passed out.
"What the fuck was his problem?" Franklin asked
"Golden 'brother' was his role model. When he was deactivated, Freddy went crazy." Chica said.
"That racist sack of shit got what he deserved. But I do hope he is okay, for my love birds sake." Trevor and Chica snuggled on the couch.
"So... did we meet everyone?" Michael asked.
"Yup. We used to have more, but they all were decommissioned." Bonnie said. "I had a brother too, but he is long gone."
"Were are they all kept. I mean, when we get rid of animatronics at Richards Majestic, we donate them."
"We scrap them for parts and leave the rest in the basement."
"How cliché"