(A/N): Brought back by popular demand (somehow), I present to you: part two of WPAF. Please, enjoy. What do you call a gangly game creator? Scott Caw-thin!

When Puns Aren't Fun 2:

Hide Well and Sequel

Jeremy browsed the local newspaper while Mike flipped through the cameras. He took a sip of the coffee he was drinking. The caffeine really helped the nights fly by.

"Local Security Guard Defends Self From Fazbear Enthusiast," Jeremy reads aloud, while Mike groans. "Local security guard, Michael Schmidt, was assaulted by an unnamed Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria customer. The customer accused Michael Schmidt at roughly 7:50AM of tampering with his/her favorite animatronic, Toy Bonnie.

"Upon denying this accusation, claiming that would be against company policy, Schmidt was attacked by the customer, who refused to accept this. Schmidt, however, was reportedly trained for potential combat and subdued the restaurant. The customer has threatened the security to take him to court, in which the security guard ignored him/her, flipped him/her off, and checked out of work. Further details to come."

Jeremy looked over at his blushing coworker. "What happened?" Jeremy asked.

Mike huffed. "Hell if I know. Some guy just randomly decided that because of some weird scratch on the animatronic, which was probably caused by walking into a table–" Mike paused to flash the light, scaring Foxy away, "–the guy jumped me. Then I beat his ass into the ground. Simple."

"HQ's gonna be angry," Jeremy warned him.

Mike snorted, like Jeremy told a joke. "Yeah, and what? Fire one of their longest lasting guards? Yeah, no," he said confidently.

"But you're right," Mike said, "bad things are coming our way."

"Why do you say that?" Jeremy asked, albeit hesitantly. Was Golden Freddy around.

Mike smiled his smug smile, and Jeremy realized: he fucked up.

"Well," Mike said, "we can officially say that Schmidt has hit the fan!"

Jeremy slammed his hands on the table, startling the Withered Chica climbing through the vents. "You punched that guy just for that shitty pun, didn't you!" Jeremy accused the giggling Mike.

"N-no," Mike said, in between snorts of humor.

"BULLSHIT!" Jeremy yelled, sending Mike into peals of full-on laughs.

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"Wanna hear a joke?"

"Mike..."

*Creak?*

"Come on, just one!"

"No, Mike."

"No means yes!"

"Mike, stop."

*Click clack...*

The smiling guard's eyes flickered between glancing at the other guard, displaying annoyance, and the worn-down, robotic pirate fox glancing at the two humans warily.

There was tension in the air even the animatronic could feel, and it didn't know what to make of it.

"Come on, Foxy, you love my jokes, right?" Mike asked. The man barreled on, even after the shaking of the fox's head. "After all, you would always fall into my punchlines–"

Jeremy's eyes widened. He shouted, "JESUS CHR-"

"–hook, line, and sinker," Michael Schmidt said, his voice proud and his smile crooked.

Jeremy face palmed. 'Nuff said.

Withered Foxy just stared at the night guard that used to be alone when he was hunted. Mike wasn't sure whether it was a glitch, or the soul possessing the fox was doing it, but its left lower eyelid was definitely twitching, spontaneously moving up and down.

After a few seconds, the twitching stopped. The fox turned 180°, and flipped Mike the bird over his shoulder as he walked away.

"I think he pi-rated my joke zero out of t–"

That's as far as Mike managed to get out before he got slapped by Jeremy.

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"I wonder if all the Toys find my puns funny," Mike said. The man and his partner were in Christmas-themed sweaters for the holidays.

Jeremy glanced over at him before returning to check the vents. Shooing Balloon Boy away, he asked, "Why would you think anyone would like your puns?

"Well," Mike responded, "Toy Bonnie liked them last time. Maybe we should see about the others."

"What's your plan?" Jeremy asked, staring intently at the tablet. Which was a shame, too.

He missed the shit-eating smile that appeared on Mike's face.

"I think," Mike said, "we should Chica them out and see whether they find my jokes Bonnie, or if they can't bear them."

Mike let out a chuckle, while Jeremy just sighed once again. "Three for one!" Mike proudly declared.

"You know," Jeremy started, hesitant for some reason, "those puns make you very un-Mike-able."

Mike turned to stare at his coworker, who shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. His amazed stare slowly morphed into a wolf grin of delight. "Haha! Yes!" Mike shouted. "I've converted you to joke-daism!"

Jeremy sent a confused glance at Mike, while absentmindedly flashing his flashlight on and off down the hall. "Was that to be a pun on Judaism?" Jeremy asked. Mike shrugged, confirming what J—

Out of nowhere, the Puppet jumped in, aiming straight at Mike. "00212012–" it shouted. Before it could wrap its arms around Mike's neck, thankfully, the bells chimed. The surprised animatronic flailed and missed. And ended up smashing into the wall.

Mike let out a laugh of amusement while the puppet picked itself up and started limping away. "Hey, Puppet!" Jeremy called out.

The Puppet looked back at him.

The Puppet saw the smile.

And the Puppet realized there was a second pun-teller now.

"Marion-not-te today!" Jeremy shouted, sending the two guards into stupid giggles of amusement. The Marionette covered his hand with his face and sighed.

"You were supposed to be the good one, Jeremy," it mumbled in its usual distorted voice. It was going to have to kill both guards now, wasn't it? Well, more so now than usual.

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(A/N): So, yeah. A fair number of people seem to enjoy this, so I will probably make a sequel. To this sequel. Problem is, I need more puns. So, just leave a pun in your review and I might use it like I did in this one.

And one last thing. I have a good friend on here called OnTheCobb (go check him out, and his story 'My Craft'!). He has riddles that he puts in for people to solve and I've sent him tons of riddles as well. There is only one riddle he never got, so I want to see who here can get it. It goes like this:

I am in a baseball's mitt

And found in St. Patty's plants

I'm reversed in human's progress

And seen in a heart at a glance

What am I?

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