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@@FreddyGhost.Fazbear what get it 1K Subscribers! you're getting a kidding me right now?

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@@FreddyGhost.Fazbear I'm sorry about that, still not working on my post comments! 996 subscribers

@@PhantomGhostFazbear it this not 1.02K Subscribers?

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This is my new Favorite Freddy Music Box

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Sunflower: Yeah, You Scared Me Half To Death.

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@@FreddyGhost.Fazbear Yes! will edited effect backward like this voice change with effect to mobile free downloading app

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do free 8-bit effects app: voice changer with effect

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That'd be perfect for something like a backstory to this alluded-to entity called "The one you should not have killed". This would be perfect if a player had beat Five Nights at Freddy's: Ultimate Custom Night! There would be a black screen, then text would pop up to this music! It'd be amazing if Scott did that!

For some reason, I tried to sync this up with the music and it surely fits in!

I love this. Chef's kiss. Perfection. Shakespearean worthy. I will contact you here when I make the book of FNAF theories I want to make.

PURFECT THATS SO BEAUTIFUL

The little children sat, huddled together for warmth. It was cold. So cold. Their insides and bones felt as if they were being crushed and splintered, squeezed and twisted like a mangled rope. The pain, oh god the pain.. It was a feeling they hadn't gotten used to, even after all these years. Fingers tangled with fingers, arms wrapped around arms. The children huddled.. Seeking comfort. Comfort they had not had in a very.. very long time. They remembered those days. Each one different than the rest, and yet still somehow the same. I rabbit with fur of yellow. A joyful jump in his voice. An inviting offer for fun. A cake. A lost dog. A friend. Their screams were drowned by the excitement and music from inside the other room. They screamed for mercy. Screamed for help. But deep down, each one of them knew it was never to come. Each of them remembered the taste of their tears, the taste of their own blood. They remember that scorching cackle as they felt immense pain shooting through their bodies. They remember grasping onto it's yellow fur, hoping.. praying.. their friend would stop hurting them. And every single child remembered, sitting there... with their last few breaths flowing through their lungs, how they wished to be back home with their toys. With mommy. With daddy. With warmth. Then, huddled together, fingers tangled with fingers, arms wrapped around arms, they sought warmth. They sought comfort. For they were cold.. So cold.. But one child reminded them every passing day, that he'd put each and every one of them back together again.. Even to this day, they still remember what he said day in and day out. "Tomorrow is a new day."