BEFORE YOU READ THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: Clintin and Conner are not spelled the traditional way because Conner is my name and the creator of Clintin wanted his name like that IDK!, also I'll get the other chapters in when I learn how to add chapter
6 days until the party
Clintin: Conner! It's time to get up!
Conner: ugh! Come on! 6:30 AM!?
Clintin: well you need to find a job… same for me
Conner: DUDE! I'M 15! I CAN BARELY DRIVE!
Clintin: Well get ready! And We'll go to that coffee shop that you like
Conner: Ok fine!
Later at the coffee shop
Clintin: okay our drinks will be ready in a bit so let's look in the paper for any job listings
Conner: why do we need to use the newspaper, can't we just use the internet? It's 2016 not 1987
Clintin:... Honestly, it's not as easy as you think
Conner: What do you mean?
Clintin: it's for Plot development
Conner: what are you yapping about?
Clintin: what?
Conner: (rolls his eyes) Hey this is a good one, $230 per week, that's easy money.
Clintin: OK, what's the job position
Conner: Nightguard, no experience needed
Clintin: well I guess that's our job
Conner: our?
Clintin: don't act like that I have problems with rent
Conner: eh, hey question?
Clintin: Yeah, what's up?
Conner: why can't I remember anything from before last year?
Clintin: uh…
Barista: order for Clintin!
Clintin: oh that's our Stuff
Conner: well then
11:30 AM outside of Fazbear's family diner
Conner: So here it is…
Clintin: not much of a looker, well come on we don't have All day
Conner: do you have the key
Clintin: I think so?
Conner: you're so forgetful
Clintin: ah fuck off
Conner: wait my bad, it's in my pocket
Clintin: dumbass
Conner: just get inside
Clintin: ok, ok calm down
11:35 AM inside Fazbear's diner
Conner: So is this the office?
Clintin: looks a bit cramped
Conner: rock paper scissors?
Clintin: fine (wins)
Conner: God damnit
Clintin: ha! Get out!
Conner: fuck! Well, guess I can walk around…
Video on Conner's phone: Hello everybody my name's Markiplier and welcome to five nights at Candy's
Conner: *hears metal footsteps* hm? Hey, we're closed for the night, you can't be here.. *sees Bonnie gone* oh fuck! *Runs to the security office* Clintin! Help!
Clintin: hide under a table
Conner: damnit *runs off*
Conner: *hiding* fuck, where is he!?
Bonnie: H.. E.. L.. P.. M.. E..
Conner: … What does he mean by that?
Bonnie: Y.. E.. L.. L.. O.. W.. R.. A.. B.. B.. I.. T..
Conner: yellow rabbit? What the hell is that?
Bonnie: C.. A.. N.. T.. R.. E.. M.. E.. M.. B.. E.. R..
Conner: can't remember? Is he talking to me?
Bonnie: O.. T.. H.. E.. R.. S.. W.. A.. N.. T.. Y.. O.. U.. D.. E.. A.. D..
Conner: *still from fear* …others?
Bonnie: RUN!
Chica: BABY BIRD, WHERE ARE YOU!?
Conner: FUCK! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, YOU ROBOT CHICKEN BITCH!
Chica: It'S TiMe To CoMe HoMe, BaBy BiRd!
Conner: fuck she's fast, HOW IS SHE SO FAST!?
chica: we must make the yellow rabbit proud
Conner: god damnit *trips* FUCK!
Chica: time to join us, baby bird..
Clintin: take this *wacks chica with a crowbar*
Chica: *falls* we're just trying to help, baby bird…
Clintin: Conner are you ok?
Conner: yeah, what time is it?
Clintin: 5:59?
Conner: oh thank God
6:00 AM
Conner: well, that was something, guess we have to get ready for tomorrow
Clintin: hell no, you Fucking think we're going back there!?
Conner: well we need the money, goodnight
Clintin: goodnight