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[Soynic Hedgehog]

tubifex! tubifex! discharge!
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I thought tubifex lived in sewers not your ass

 

[Soynic Hedgehog]

AI made an image of jimbo

 

[Soynic Hedgehog]

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Thats a shitalian

 

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[MoonMetropolis]

 

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[Slopjakker]

 

[MoonMetropolis]

 

[centurywalker]

INT. RUNDOWN BAR – NIGHT


The lights flicker like a Five Nights security cam. Dust dances through cigarette smoke in the air. The jukebox plays Johnny Cash. At the bar sit three figures—an odd trio bound by fate, chaos, and an inexplicable need for a cold one.


Captain Price takes a long drag from his cigar, nursing a pint of Guinness. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing gritty forearms and years of war.


Captain Price:
“I’ve seen bloody hellholes cleaner than this bar. But it’ll do.”


Next to him, Freddy Fazbear sits on a barstool—creaking under his animatronic weight. His eyes flicker unsettlingly every so often. A giant mug of oil-dark beer rests in front of him.


Freddy:
“Heh... better than the kids' birthday parties. Least no one's screaming or bleeding… yet.”


He lets out a mechanical chuckle, glitchy and oddly charming.


Donald Trump, dressed in a slightly wrinkled blue suit and a red tie that's just a bit too long, raises his glass of Bud Light like he's toasting the nation.


Trump:
“You know, they say I throw the best parties. Tremendous parties. But this right here? This is what America needs. A bear, a soldier, and a very stable genius walk into a bar—sounds like a great joke. I might tell it at the next rally.”


Price glances over, amused.


Captain Price:
“You ever clear a building full of terrorists, mate?”


Trump:
“Better—I cleared the fake news. Nasty stuff. Should’ve seen CNN cry.”


Freddy’s eyes flash red for a second.


Freddy:
“You ever get jump-scared by a 7-year-old throwing cake? That’s war, baby.”


Trump laughs, slapping the table.


Trump:
“Now that’s entertainment. You should be at Mar-a-Lago, Freddy. Five Nights of Fundraising.”


Price downs the rest of his beer.


Captain Price:
“Christ... I need another drink.”


He signals the bartender.


Freddy, glitching slightly:
“Make it two. And keep the lights on... or don’t. Heh.”


The three raise their drinks again.


Trump:
“To freedom, animatronics, and kicking ass.”


All:
“Cheers.”

 

[Sprokeandmeds]

Let’s not forget this one

 

[MoonMetropolis]

 

[MoonMetropolis]

 

[Plajer Sojdżekowski]

Let’s not forget this one

So this is how it all started...