#𝙭. 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝘿 𝘽𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙋𝙎𝙀 . 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 〷 𝙛𝙖𝙯𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙞𝙘

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✟  Ƒ  Ƒ｡✟ ❝   My  eyebrows?  ...  ❞    

   ✟  Ƒ  Ƒ｡✟ ❝   WHAT  DID  YOU  SAY  ABOUT  MY  EYEBROWS,  BEEFJERKY?!  ❞    

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@faztastiic​ this could be us.

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Cause there's only one king And there's only one crown….

if gregory and bonbon didn’t arrived in time, funfred had really scraps freddy in pieces.

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🖤⃝𓊈𒆜 @faztastiic​​​ ​​​ 𒆜𓊉࿐ counted : Don't mind him holding out a small giftbox to the other. It will have... /his/ mic in it. Not the familiar pinkish like one that Funfred had given him, it's Freddy's. The black mic used to have black and white patterns on it but now it was black entirely with blood drip decals over the whole handle part. The top of it had what looked to be blood 'painted' on there that dripped DOWN to the handles.

Two  years  ago  Funfred  had  given  his  purple  microphone  to  Glamrock  Freddy  it  was  a  sign  that  they  were  equal,  that  they  could  be  in  harmony.  Funny  how  the  two  constantly  shift  between  being  hospitable  to  hostile  yet  they  would  not  let  anyone  harm  the  other.  It  was  complicated.  

The  panda  was  fine  being  microphone-less.  He  didn’t  need  it.  Especially  as  his  confidence  in  singing    dwindled  after  he  was  reprogrammed  many  years  ago.  No.  He  didn’t  need  to  perform  in  song  anymore.  Any  performance  was  fun  but  just  for  sure  to  mask  his  true  nature  within.  

He  stands  up-right  when  he  sees  Glamrock  Freddy  approaching,  bumping  his  head  on  his  way  up,  he  was  digging  through  some  items  under  the  prize  counter.  

❝  Beefjerky!  Merry  Christmas~! ❞  Oh  was  that  for  him?  He  accepted  the  gift,  placing  it  on  the  counter  why  his  singular  hand  took  liberties  of  opening  the  box.  It’s-

✟  Ƒ  Ƒ｡✟    ❝Your  microphone?  ❞  He  couldn’t  help  but  notice  the  decorative  dried  paint  drippings  that  looked  like  blood.  He  took  it  out,  twirled  it,  carefully,  in  his  hand.  Before  he  looked  to  the  Glamrock  Bear.   ❝   Thank  you  but  !   ❞  Flouncing  his  arms  at  his  side  with  a  loss  of  what  else  to  do.  The  too  scarcely  are  decent  with  one  another.  ❝ I  -  this  is  it’s  your  microphone?   -  I mean sure  I  love  it  -  but you  know  when  I  gave  you  mine  it  was  because...  Well,  I  guess  I  wanted  to  show  you  that  we’re  (you  know?),...friends.  That  I  like  you  even  though  I  tease  you  and  we  fight  a  lot.  It’s  all  just  games.  And  my  voice  isn’t  any  good  for  this  anymore...singing. I'm not sure I -  I ❞ He hesitated, which isn't like him at all. ❝ Deserve this. But if you're sure ... I shall  keep  this  and  treasure  it.  Always.  ❞  

Why was he so awkward suddenly? He felt so out of himself. It's just not everyday your sworn nemises gives you something of theres. ❝ Now  your  present  from  me!   ❞  He  fumbled  a  bit,  clearly  thinking  of  something  to  offer  the  latter  Freddy  model.  He  decides  on  something.  Placing  the  microphone  back  in  the  box  and  grabbing  the  Glamrock  bear  by  the  wrist  and  pulling  him  in  for  a  hug.   ❝ You’re  very  special.  I  know  I  don’t  say  that  a  lot.  But  you  are.   ... to me. ❞