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The Five Nights at Freddy's Show!
S3 E12a: Catastrophe
Written By: mmdestroyer973
Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy relaxed in their living room. Bonnie sat upside down on the couch. Foxy laid on the carpet in the room, and Freddy slouched next to Bonnie.
"I'm so bored," Freddy grunted. He tried to stretch his legs as he slouched. "Geeeeeeeeee!" he made a funny noise.
"Great, now that you said that, I'm even more bored!" Bonnie kicked his feet while upside down. "Ow, my head hurts."
"Meh," Foxy exclaimed on the carpet. A cockroach crawled by Foxy's head. "Ewww..." Foxy lazily swerved his head left and right to avoid the cockroach. "Err..." Foxy watched the roach crawl away.
Chica entered the living room. "What's going on here?"
"Bored." the three boys said simultaneously.
"Go play one of your video games or something." Chica pointed to the gaming console.
"Ehhh..." Freddy grunted. "Hey Bonnie, aren't you expecting a package or something to come in the mail today?"
"Yeah...mmm..." responded Bonnie.
"There's no way you guys are acting this lazy and lackluster." Chica turned and walked into the kitchen.
*KNOCK!*
They heard a very light knock on the front door. "Who's that?" Foxy asked.
*KNOCK!*
The knock was heard again, and it got a little louder this time. "Yo, someone's there," Freddy told Bonnie. "Maybe it's the mailman, bro."
"It's here!" Bonnie immediately got a surge of energy, and he jumped off of the couch.
*STEP!*
He accidentally stepped right on Foxy's face, who was lying on the carpet. "Ow." Foxy's face was shaped like Bonnie's foot for a second.
"HI MAILMAN!" Bonnie screamed when he opened the door. However, there was nobody in front of the door. "Huh?"
"What's up?" Chica asked, eating some strawberry yogurt.
Bonnie closed the door. "I just heard a noise outside, and nobody's there."
"So much for getting up!" Foxy said, who was lying on the couch taking the entire space up. "Ahhh." Foxy rubbed his butt all over the couch.
"A little PERSONAL SPACE please?!" Freddy shouted in annoyance to Foxy.
"Nope!" responded the greedy pirate. "Move your feet, lose your seat! Ha!" he laughed.
*SCRATCH!*
"Meow!" They heard a scratching sound at the door and a little meow sound.
Bonnie immediately turned and opened the door. "NICE TRY, MAILMAN!" he shouted. There was still nobody outside. "What the?"
"Alright, who's playing games out there?" Chica set down her yogurt, put on her outside slippers, and walked outside. "Hey, whoever is knocking on our door, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!" Chica looked around for a couple of seconds, and there was nobody.
"Aw crap, how'd they know?" a burglar shouted to another, as they hid inside of a bush. Chica closed the door to the hideout and took off her outside slippers. "What the heck is going on here?"
"Maybe the mailman is just shy." Bonnie shrugged. Chica looked at him with an awkward face.
"Meow! Meow!" they heard two loud meows.
"The mailman is a cat!" Freddy said, from the couch, causing Bonnie to check the door one more time. A small orange kitten with hazel eyes was standing outside their door.
*ZOOM!*
The cat ran behind their mailbox after making eye contact with Bonnie. "Awww!" Chica walked outside towards the cat.
"Meow! Meow!" The cat shivered behind the mailbox in fear.
"Oh, don't worry, Chica's friendly! Come on!" Chica bent down and let out her hands. "Tsk! Tsk!" Chica made noises to attract the animal. The cat stood there with hesitation, and then it walked towards Chica. After gaining her trust, the kitty happily jumped right into her hands. "Aww, kitty!" Chica picked up the cat and put it against her chest.
"Dang it!" one of the burglars watched Chica bring the cat into the hideout. "We have to act like cats, then they'll let us in!"
"Easy!" the other burglar exclaimed. "Woof! Woof!" He got on his hands and made dog barks inside of the bush.
"That's a kangaroo, you idiot!"
A kangaroo was standing RIGHT next to them. "We didn't mean to offend you!" said one of the burglars.
*POW!*
The kangaroo kicked them, and they FLEW into a garbage truck, who was driving by. The garbage man tipped his hat to the kangaroo.
"Oh, kitty!" Chica exclaimed as she walked into the hideout. The kitten purred in Chica's arms.
"Oh no," Foxy said on the couch.
"Guys, it was just this poor little kitty that was making all of the noise outside," Chica told the boys. She sat down on a chair in the living room, and put the animal on her lap, and started to stroke it.
"Doesn't that thing carry diseases?" Bonnie asked, pointed to the cat.
"Nah, he looks pretty clean," Chica said, getting a close look at the cat's fur. "I think it's a stray, he doesn't have a collar! We'll have to take care of this cat, he isn't safe out there in the streets!" she said. "His stomach looks very big compares to the rest of his body," Chica said, holding the cat to look at its stomach.
"Ahh, great," Freddy complained. "First, a stupid rat that gave Bonnie a virus, then Foxy's stupid snake, then a disgusting monkey, dogs pooping everywhere, then ants, and roaches, and bees, and now THIS CAT!" Freddy shouted. "Jeez!"
"Well if you don't want to deal with the cat, then don't bother it, then!" Chica stroked the cat more. "There, kitty!"
"Meow, meow!" The cat let out two long meows. It stretched and fell asleep in Chica's lap.
"Aww..." Chica watched it sleep. She picked the kitten up and rested it on the couch. She then grabbed a little towel and rested it. The boys angrily stared at Chica with the cat. "What?" she said.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Freddy woke up and exited the bedroom. He saw Bonnie brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and said good morning to him.
"Morning." Bonnie's voice was muffled because there was stuff in his mouth. Freddy continued walking and reached the stairs, but then he slipped on something and fell right to the bottom.
*THUD!* *CRASH!* *BANG!*
"Ohh..." Freddy rubbed his noggin. His pajamas had a large tear on the left sleeve. "My favorite pajamas!" cried Freddy. Freddy looked to his left and saw the kitty cat. "Oh, you," Freddy said to the animal.
"Meow!" The kitty crawled over Freddy and went upstairs. The kitty returned back to Freddy with a ball of yarn in its mouth. "Mew!"
"Grr..." Freddy picked up the yarn ball, after realizing that it caused him to fall earlier. "Stupid ball of yarn." Freddy threw it back upstairs.
"Meow!" The cat happily ran back upstairs to chase after the yarn ball.
"Stupid cat." Freddy got up and dusted himself off. "Acts like a freaking dog." he walked into the kitchen. Freddy saw Chica, who was all dressed up in shoes and a jacket.
"Where are you going?" Freddy put his hands on his hips.
"Going to the store."
"At ten in the morning?" asked Freddy.
"Yeah, I just gotta buy some cat food." Chica zipped up her jacket, swiped her keys, and rushed towards the door.
"And you can't make something for the cat? You HAVE to buy cat food?"
"Is that even a question?" Chica asked, shaking her head in discouragement. Chica walked out the door. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
*THUD!* *CRASH!* *BANG!*
"Huh?" Freddy turned to the stairs. At the bottom was Bonnie, and the kitty cat with the ball of yarn in its mouth.
"Haha!" Foxy laughed holding his breakfast plates in the kitchen. "You guys are a bunch of clowns." Foxy threw his dishes in the kitchen sink, but then-
*THUD!* *CRASH!* *BANG!*
Foxy slipped on a dish full of milk for the cat, and he fell. "%$ &!" Foxy swore.
"What's with all the ruckus?" Fred exited the basement. He quickly spotted Chica's cat. "Oh great, another animal's in this house. I should've guessed." Fred angrily walked towards the cat.
"I know, right," Foxy told Fred as he wiped himself with a damp towel.
"Meow! Meow!" The cat happily jumped up and down. It licked the milk that was on the floor.
"Meh, it's cleaning it up for me." Foxy threw himself on the living room couch.
"Why is this even here in the first place?" asked Fred.
"Oh, Chica found it outside and she just decided to take it," Freddy answered, as he and Bonnie went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. "It might've belonged to someone, but we don't know for sure right now."
"Look, I just don't want any situation or bullcrap happening here," Fred told them, and he went downstairs back into the basement.
"Yeah, whatever." Bonnie drank milk straight from the carton. He noticed Freddy angrily stared at him. "Sorry," Bonnie said.
Fred returned to the basement. "I just don't want anything to do with that cat. I just know it's going to cause trouble around here, and you know I don't like trouble!" Fred said, looking at the viewers. Fred went to his weights to perform his morning bicep curls. "Ahh," Fred grunted as he did the exercise.
"Meow!" Fred heard a meow from the cat. He felt something furry on his left foot at the same time.
"What the?" Fred looked down while holding the weight, and he got a cramp on his arm. "Youch!" Fred immediately dropped the weight that he was holding. However, as soon as he did that, he noticed the weight was going to land right on the poor cat's head, so he moved his foot in the way.
*BANG!*
"Aaaahhhh!" Fred bellowed angrily and he kicked the dumbbell off of his foot and held it with his arms. Fred repeatedly jumped with the other foot in pain.
"Meow." The cat happily sat there and meowed, as it licked its paws. Fred looked at the cat angrily.
ONE SECOND LATER...
"No cats in the BASEMENT!" Fred shouted, throwing the cat out of the basement.
"Meow!" The cat landed on its feet and walked over to Freddy and Bonnie who were eating in the kitchen. "Meow! Mew!" It meowed multiple times.
"I think it wants your bacon." Bonnie pointed to Freddy's plate.
"Only because Chica hadn't fed you." Freddy went in his plate and threw the bacon on the floor. The cat showed signs of hesitation; it smacked it with its paws, smelled the bacon, and took a couple of steps back. "Don't tell me I just wasted a piece of bacon for no reason." Freddy picked up the piece of bacon. "Oh well, five-second rule." Freddy was about to eat it, but he saw some of the furs on the bacon. "Ew!" Freddy threw it in the garbage, from where he was sitting.
"Haha!" Bonnie laughed. He finished eating his toast and walked to put his dishes into the sink. The cat ran past Bonnie, intercepting him. "Whoa!" Bonnie exclaimed, almost falling and dropping the dishes. "Thanks, you stupid cat!" Bonnie shouted.
"Meow! Meow!" The cat jumped up and down, with lots of energy.
"Okay, we do not want any more accidents here." Freddy went to the cat. "You need to calm down."
"It was calm when Chica was here." Foxy pointed out. "The lass needs to come back asap!"
"Okay, just calm down..." Freddy carefully walked towards the cat. "I'm just going to move you upstairs now..." He picked up the cat from its rear end, and accidentally touched in in an inappropriate place.
"MEOW!" The cat meowed loudly, and the meow made it seem like it was hurt. It then started running around their living room, uncontrollably.
"Oh no!" Bonnie watched the cat run around and around.
*SCRATCH!**SCRATCH!**SCRATCH!*
The cat jumped on the couch and scratched it up. Feathers were all over the living room. "I got you!" Foxy stood in the path of the cat, to hopefully stop it.
*SCRATCH!**SCRATCH!*
Foxy's plan backfired and received multiple scratches from the cat, and he fainted.
"MEOW! MEOW! MEEEEEEOW!" The cat jumped towards the bookshelf, using its claws to get on top of it. Several books fell down, and the cat stood at the top of the bookshelf. "Hisss Hisss!" it aggressively hissed. The cat's bright orange fur was standing, and its pupils were drastically small.
"Stop that cat!" Freddy arrived wearing oven mitts duct-taped to his arms. He also wore a pot on his head and had pillows stuffed into his jeans.
"Haha!" Bonnie laughed at Freddy, who looked very ridiculous.
"AAAAHHHH!" Freddy ran to the bookshelf.
"MEOW!" The cat jumped off of the bookshelf and landed on the pot that was worn by Freddy.
"Huh?"
*THUD!*
Freddy ran into the bookshelf, and it tumbled all over him. "uhh..." Freddy's head popped out of the ocean of books.
*SCRATCH!*
The cat gave Freddy one fat scratch on his face, and it jumped off of the pot.
"I got you now!" Foxy said, who was holding a garbage bag. He opened it up widely and the cat fell into the garbage bag, and Foxy tightened it. "Arg arg!" Foxy laughed like a pirate. "This should keep the cat at bay for a bit."
"MEOW! MEOW!" The garbage bag shook violently, as the cat scratched it up to get out.
"Hey what's this?" Freddy picked up a book off of the floor. "How to make your cat calm down!" Freddy read the title of the book. "Yes!" He rapidly opened the book and read it.
"Hurry up!" Bonnie shouted to him, as the garbage bag started to get holes in it.
"Let's see, give it belly rubs, isolate it, distract it with a yarn ball!" Freddy rapidly read what the book said. He flipped through multiple pages and didn't find any other useful information.
"MEOW!" The cat FLEW out of the garbage bag after giving it a large hole in the middle.
"Uhhh..." Freddy had no idea what to do. "Where's the ball of yarn? Get it, quick!"
"Hiss!" The cat went straight for Freddy.
"There!" Foxy went to the bottom of the stairs and grabbed the ball of yarn.
"Ahhh!" Freddy flinched as the cat ran towards him. He paused for one second and then opened one eye. The cat was facing Foxy, who was holding the yarn.
"Go get it, furry!" Foxy threw the yarn into the closet
*ZOOM!**SLAM!*
It quickly ran into the closet, and Bonnie shut it. "Phew!" Foxy wiped some sweat off of his face. He looked at his arms, and they were full of scratches.
"Hey, at least we survived," Freddy said, taking off the oven mitts and the pot. The three boys high-fived.
"What's going on up here?" Fred asked, exiting the basement and examined the living room. There was an ocean of books on the floor, and the bookshelf was tumbled down on the floor. Feathers could be spotted at every corner, and the couch had multiple tears in it. Picture framers were also cracked. "Chica's going to be mad," Fred announced.
"You think?" Bonnie replied with some sass. But then, the boys heard the door opening. "Uh oh!" Freddy shouted.
Chica came through the front door, holding two bags. "Gosh, that line was long!" she exclaimed as she entered. "WHAT THE!" She screamed, as she just noticed that the entire house was in a mess. "What happened here?!" Chica dropped the bags of the cat food and ran straight into the living room.
"It was that stupid cat!" Fred shouted. "Right, guys?!" Fred said, unsure if it was actually the cat that made the mess.
"Yes, Fred's right!" Bonnie shouted. "The cat went ballistic, and started acting crazy!"
"We tried to catch him, but we weren't able to. We're sorry, we weren't able to control it, lass," said Foxy.
"Uhh..." Chica stood there with her mouth wide open for a few seconds. She then facepalmed. "You guys need to know how to handle cats and properly take care of them! I'm honestly disappointed in you guys. How did it even get angry? Where is the cat?!" Chica said rapidly, and she started panting heavily.
"We threw a ball of yarn in that closet and then we-" Freddy spoke but then-
"Meeeooooowwww." the cat let out a long meow that sounded like the cat was in pain, and it was heard from outside.
"MY BABY!" Chica quickly ran to the closet door and opened it.
*UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS*
"Meow! Meow!" The cat meowed, next to four little baby kittens. Two of them had bright orange fur like the big cat, the third one had a tortoiseshell color, and the fourth one was calico. "Mew! Mew! Mew!" the baby cats meowed and wiggled around.
"Awwwww!" Chica ran into the closet and went to play with the kitten. "KITTY!" Chica picked up the little kittens and cuddled with them.
"I-its a girl," Fred said, scratching his head.
"Oh, that's why she was angry!" Bonnie said, watching. "She just had little babies and she was stressed!" Bonnie interlocked his fingers together and stuck one leg in the air.
"Meow!" The mother cat jumped in the air.
"Heh, heh." Freddy laughed at the cat happily jumping in the air.
"Ohh..." Chica sighed. "We aren't going to be able to keep all of these kitties," she said sadly.
"Why can't we just keep one of the furry friends?" asked Foxy.
"You can't separate the mother from her kids!" Chica said to Foxy. "Are you crazy! We're going to have to find a new owner for these adorable little kitties.
"Eh." Foxy shrugged.
"So much for buying all of that cat food," mumbled Fred.
*KNOCK!**KNOCK!*
"Huh?" Chica opened the door. It was the mailman, who was there to deliver a package.
"Package for...Bonnie Hillman?" The mailman said, holding a package and squinting at the shipping label.
"That's me!" Bonnie stepped forward to take the package.
The mailman suddenly gasped, and he dropped the package for Bonnie. "A-Apricot?!" he shouted to the cat.
"MEOW!" The mother cat let out a happy meow, it ran to the mailman and jumped into his arms.
*HAPPY HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYS*
"Apricot!" The mailman said, hugging his kitten. "I thought I lost you for good!"
"That's your cat?" Bonnie asked picking up the package from the ground.
"Yes! She is my cat!" The mailman exclaimed, as the cat jumped on his shoulder and laid there. "And I see she has given birth!" said the mailman, looking at the babies.
"Heh, yeah, lad." Foxy chuckled.
"Come here, babies!" The mailman put the babies into his mail-carrying bag, and they stuck their heads out. "Oh, thank you guys for taking care of my cat, I owe you guys big time in the future!"
"Oh, it's fine." Chica was sad because she couldn't keep the cats. Freddy put his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry!" said the mailman. "You can come by to my mom's house and you can see the cats anytime!"
"Yay! Chica happily jumped into the air. "Oh, and I bought all of this cat food, you might as well just take them." Chica pointed to the two sacks of cat food on the floor in their house.
"Oh." The mailman bent down and picked up the cat food. "Urg!" The mailman struggled to carry them. "Thanks!"
*THUD!*
Fred closed the door as he exited.
"Ahh, that was a nice story!" Chica put her hands on her hips.
"I know, I admit that was pretty cute," Freddy said. "Hey, what's that thing that you ordered?" Freddy asked, pointing to the package.
"Oh, it's a kangaroo caller!" Bonnie opened the package and pulled out a brown kazoo. "I bought this just in case we go camping in the future!"
"Why would we even go camping?" Foxy asked.
"I don't know," Bonnie replied, and then blew on it.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
It made a terrible sound! "Ahhhh!" everyone covered their ears and bellowed in agony.
Just then, the two burglars arrived back at Team Fazbears hideout. "Alright, now let's act like kangaroos, and that little girl will let us in!" he cracked his knuckles.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
Bonnie blew on the kangaroo caller, but more loudly this time.
"Was that a kangaroo?" The second burglar shrieked.
"GRRRRRR!" Five kangaroos stood there, growling.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!" The two burglars ran from the gang of kangaroos.
The Five Nights at Freddy's Show!
S3 E12b: The Purple Purlonier
Written By: mmdestroyer973
Purple Guy relaxed in his evil underground lair and played UNO with Red Guy and Blue Guy.
"Heh heh." Red Guy laughed made a sinister look with his face, and placed down a green skip card. He had two cards left.
"STOP SKIPPING ME!" Purple Guy angrily shouted, who had TWELVE cards to place down if he wanted to win.
"Haha!" laughed Blue Guy. He put down a blue skip, skipping Red Guy.
"NO!" Red Guy shouted.
"YES!" Purple Guy looked through his cards. Purple Guy placed a blue draw plus two cards. "PICK UP TWO, BLUE GUY!"
"No thanks!" Blue Guy put down the yellow variant of that same card. Purple Guy turned to Red Guy.
"Uno." Red Guy exclaimed, putting down a green draw plus two card. "Five sticks, pick up six!" he said to Purple Guy.
"AAAAAAAA!" Purple Guy flipped the table. "Screw this game, this is unfair matchmaking!" Red Guy and Blue Guy looked towards each other in confusion.
"Can you guys play your stupid solitaire game quieter, man!" Rolinda mumbled, who was sleeping on the couch.
"Whatever, we're done playing anyways." Purple Guy walked towards the exit to his lair. "I'm going outside for a walk, this game stinks."
"Well, be sure to stop by the store and return it." Red Guy walked to Purple Guy, holding the pack of the UNO cars inside of its box.
"Oh Nah, I don't need to return it." Purple Guy told Red. "I stole the game anyways."
"You WHAT?!" Blue Guy shrieked, turning towards Purple.
"What? I stole the UNO game. Is that a problem?" Purple Guy put his hands on his hips.
"Purple Guy, you mustn't steal. Stealing is bad!" Blue Guy wrapped his arms around Purple Guy's left arm.
"Get off of me."
"Purple Guy do I have to teach you not to steal?" Blue Guy awkwardly rubbed his head against Purple Guy's arm.
"No, and let go of me!" he shouted in response.
"Ohhhhh..." Blue Guy sang.
"Oh lord." Red Guy exclaimed, putting on noise-canceling headphones on his head.
*MARCHING BAND MUSIC PLAYS*
"It is wrong to be a theft!" Blue Guy said, marching in place.
"I don't care," Purple said.
"It is a habit that you mustn't learn to heft!" Blue Guy continued to sing.
"Shut up."
"Stealing can become a bad habit, and you'll be seen as an ugly maggot!"
"Ugh..." Purple Guy grunted.
"It is wrong to take things that aren't yours, and please remember to do your chooooooooooores!" Blue Guy finished the song and pointed to the dirty dishes that were in the sink. Purple Guy stared at Blue Guy with an annoyed face.
"At least the song was short." Red Guy took off his headphones.
"See, Purple Guy, stealing is wrong, and you need to learn that-" Blue Guy spoke, but then he realized that he was IN THE CLOSET! "Purple Guy, STOP! You know there are wolves in here!" Blue Guy shouted, banging on the closet door.
'I know!" Purple Guy happily responded, outside of the closet.
Blue Guy turned around and saw two golden eyes staring at him. "Heh, nice Wolvie!" he said.
*GRAB!*
The wolf grabbed Blue Guy's legs and dragged him to the back of the closet. "DAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Blue Guy screamed and his voice got quieter and quieter as the wolf dragged him.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my walk now." Purple Guy exited the lair.
"Finally, some peace and quiet." Red Guy threw himself backward, believing a chair was there.
*THUD!*
He fell to the ground. "What the?" He turned around, seeing Rolinda using all of the chairs to lie down. "Really?" he asked.
Purple Guy walked on the street. "Gosh, there's nothing to do out here!" he shouted. Purple Guy observed a man with a dog.
"Now, Spunky, you need to stop moving your collar around!" The man said to his dog, and he bent over to fix the dog's collar. "There, Spunky!" said the man as he adjusted it. As he did so, a one-hundred-dollar bill was sticking out his back pants pocket, and it got Purple Guy's attention.
"Huh?" Purple Guy's attention was on the one-hundred-dollar bill. "Steal it. Steal it! He'll never know!" Purple Guy's consciousness spoke to him. "HAHA!" Purple Guy let out a laugh, as his adrenaline pumped and he went to the man and grabbed the one-hundred-dollar bill right from the man's back pants pocket.
*SWIPE!*
"HAHA!" Purple Guy laughed as he held the dollar in the air. The man suddenly got back up, and Purple Guy hid the dollar behind him.
"Did you just touch my butt?" the man asked Purple Guy, who started to nervously sweat in fear of getting caught.
"Uh, no!" Purple Guy started to sweat more, causing the man to think it was a lie.
"I know you did." The man squinted his eyes. "Hey, it's okay, I feel the same too." The man walked a step closer and tried to KISS Purple Guy.
"AHHHHHH!" Purple Guy ran away. The man looked at his dog, Spunky, and he shrugged his shoulders. Wait, what?
"Phew!" Purple Guy wiped his forehead as he stopped running. "At least I scored some bread!" Purple Guy looked at the dollar and put it in his pocket. "Get it, Bread?" Purple Guy said to the viewers, pointing to a bakery that he was standing in front of. "Eh, no?" He raised his eyebrows at the viewers. "Fine, I'll stop." Purple Guy entered the bakery.
"That'll be five dollars and twenty cents." The clerk said to a woman, who was buying some french baguettes.
Purple Guy looked around the bakery until he saw an empty table. A baker exited the kitchen at the back of the bakery and set down fresh, new loaves of bread on the table. and the light shined in Purple Guy's eyes. "Steal it! Steal it! "The door is right there, you can exit without anybody noticing!" Purple Guy's mental consciousness spoke to him again. "Do it quickly, you idiot!" It hollered to him. "Heh heh." Purple Guy chuckled. He waited for the woman buying french baguettes to exit the bakery, and went to distract the clerk. "Hey, you dropped a coin on the floor!" Purple Guy pointed.
"Oh, really, thanks!" The clerk bent down to pick it up.
*SWIPE!**SWIPE!*
Purple Guy swiped seven loaves of bread and shoved him in a plastic bag that he always had in his shirt pocket. Purple Guy then flew out of the bakery. "Thanks for being such an idiot!"
"Hey, there are no coins here!" The clerk said, coming back up, only to see that Purple Guy was not there anymore. "Maybe I should stop doing this stuff." the clerk said, holding a plastic reclosable bag of chopped up grass.
"Aha ha!" laughed the purple man. "What an idiot, he was asking to steal it!" Purple Guy laughed and walked on the street. "Excellent, excellent!" Purple Guy's mental consciousness spoke to him. "Steal more, steal MORE! Steal everything! Take every opportunity you have to STEAL! STEAL!"
"HAHA!" Purple Guy had red eyes, sharp teeth and foam came out of his mouth. "STEAL, STEAL STEAL!"
*ZOOM!*
Purple Guy ran to an old woman and took her necklace off of her neck.
"What's that sir?" The old woman turned around.
"Oh, you had a fly on your neck." Purple Guy lied to her.
"Oh, thank you!" The old woman gave Purple Guy a dollar, which he immediately took.
*ZOOM!*
"KE KE KA KA COO!" Purple Guy laughed ran like a maniac on the street. His tongue was sticking out his mouth, and his eyes were sticking out of his face.
*SWIPE!*
Purple Guy ran to a park fountain and swiped all of the coins from the wishing well.
"Aww, my wish came true!" A man said to his girlfriend who sat next to him. "I hope your wish comes true," he said to her.
*DASH!**SHOVE!*
Purple Guy ran back and pushed the boyfriend into the fountain. "My wish came true!" the girlfriend exclaimed.
"YES! YES!" Purple Guy's mental consciousness shouted again. "THE POWER! I AM FEELING THE POWER!"
But then, Purple Guy started to realize something, and he immediately gasped. "This isn't me! I-I don't steal!"
"YES, YOU DO!" The consciousness spoke. "You have fueled me with every theft, and now, I'm in control over you. I'm Purple Guy now."
"My own brain?" Purple Guy knocked on his noggin. "What's going on!"
"AH HA HA!" the consciousness cackled.
*CRASH!**BANG!*
Lightning shocked in the sky. "Hahaha!" Purple Guy heard an old, raspy voice. A dark and spooky cloud appeared, and a ghost came out of it. The ghost had dreads, a vest, shirt, and pants. It also glowed blue all around it and had white glowing eyes. "AHOY!"
"AAAAAA!" All the people in the area screamed and ran away.
"A pirate?!" Purple Guy shrieked.
"My name is Rotten Rob." The pirate told Purple Guy.
"Robbie Rotten?" Purple GUy said, scratching his head.
"No, you screaming scallywag!" hollered the ghost pirate. "Rotten Rob," he said slowly so Purple Guy could hear.
"Who are you? What's going on with me, why can't I stop stealing!" Purple Guy got on his knees and started to cry.
"Hehehe!" Rotten Rob laughed at Purple Guy. "Stupid-head! That was all me, scurvy! Me played puppets with ye mind, lad! Ke ke!"
"Why would you do this to me?" Purple Guy asked, wiping his eyes. "I may do a lot of stupid stuff, but I don't steal! Stealing is wrong, just like my mother told me," said Purple Guy.
Rotten Rob looked at Purple Guy. "Really?" the ghost pirate stared at him. "You think that you don't deserve any of this torment, lad?"
"No, I don't deserve any of this!" he cried. "I just want things to come back to normal, I don't even know you, man!"
"Then Heave Ho!" Rotten Rob went to Purple Guy and swung at him.
"Ahhhh!" Purple Guy flew into a bus and went through the window. "Ow..." Purple Guy opened the door to the bus with glass in his eyes and face. "ALRIGHT, LET'S GO, GHOST!" Purple Guy put up his fists and ran to the ghost. "Take this and that! And some of THAT!" Rotten Rob watched Purple Guy swinging at him. Why? He's a ghost, duh! Purple Guy's fists went right through him.
*FLICK!*
The ghost flicked Purple Guy and fell face flat on the concrete. "Oh, man!" Purple Guy lifted his head off of the ground, with bruises on his face. Blood ran down Purple Guy's nose. "Oh..." Foam came out of his mouth. "Father, help me..." Purple Guy had no strength or energy to move on.
"Oh, tired?" Rotten Rob looked at his fingernails. "Boo-hoo."
"How do I beat a pirate?" Purple Guy told himself. "I'll have to fight fire with fire!" Purple Guy slowly got up.
*CRACK!*
"Arg, me knee!" Purple Guy shouted. "Great, now you got me saying it!"
Rob looked at his wristwatch. "Just give up, unless ye want to croak!" he called to Purple Guy.
"I'll just have to play puppets with YOUR mind, Mister Pirate."
"How in the seven seas are ye going to execute that, boy?" said the ghost pirate.
"With THIS!" Purple Guy went into his pocket and pulled out two marionettes on strings attaches to his fingers. "KE KE!" Purple Guy laughed. "Steal! Steal! Steal!"
"Uh oh..." The pirate started to nervously sweat. Purple Guy was controlling his mind. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" The ghost suddenly shouted. His eyes flew red, and foam came out of his mouth. "Mehhhrr..." he mumbled.
"Heh, heh, YES!" Purple Guy laughed.
*CRASH!**BANG!*
Lightning shocked in the sky. A dark and spooky cloud appeared, and ANOTHER ghost came out of it. "Robbie!"
*SMACK!*
"Mother!" Rotten Rob suddenly awoke. Purple Guy put down the puppets and watched the show. "What are ye doing here, mommy?"
*SMACK!*
"Stop doing those stupid spell stuff! You keep messing around with these morals!" She pointed to Purple Guy. "This is the last time I have to talk to you about this, Robbie!"
"Sorry, mommy!"
*SMACK!*
"Aw, your name really IS Robbie!" Purple Guy put his hands on his hips.
"Shoot you, lad!" Rotten Rob called to Purple Guy, as his mom snapped her fingers opening the cloud portal again.
"Shut it!" hollered the mother.
*SMACK!**CRASH!**BRAND!*
She smacked him one more, and they exited back into the ghost underworld. "He'll be back..." a mysterious female voice called.
"I-I'm FREE!" Purple Guy looked at his hands and legs. "I'm free from the stealing curse! Yay!" Purple Guy jumped into the air. But then, he heard an angry mob nearby.
"That's the dude that stole my bread!" called the guy from the bakery. "I watched the security tapes!"
"He stole my necklace!" hollered the grandma from earlier. She equipped herself with a torch.
"He's Purple!" Team Fazbear called. "And being Purple sucks!"
"And he stole my money!" the man from earlier shouted with his dob, Spunky. "But I'm cool with you..." He made an awkward face to Purple Guy and he winked at him.
"Relax everyone, I didn't steal any of those things!" Purple Guy raised his hands in the air.
*THUD!*
All of the items that Purple Guy stole fell out of his pocket. "Aw, biscuits."
"GET HIM!" Freddy Fazbear shouted.
"DEEEEEOUGHHHH!" Purple Guy ran.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Everyone chased Purple Guy with torches and pitchforks.
"See, kids, It's very important not to steal," said Blue Guy, watching the angry mob chase Purple Guy.
"Yeah." Red Guy agreed.
"Ohhhhh..." Blue Guy was about to sing the stealing song again.
"NO." Red Guy shouted, cutting him off.
