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Stanley stared at the binary with an unamused expression. "yea yea, 'you dont know how powerful she is' bold of you to assume anyone here gives a shit. I'm a literal skeleton with a phone head and if you aren't careful imma sick reaper on ya." he just seemed..very annoyed.
"Well no shit! most phones gotta die to become phones! Legally everyone who works here is dead or wish they were!" he rubbed his 'eye' annoyed. He seemed..annoyed. though his voice sounded monotone. he tapped his boney fingers against the glass of the prize counter.
"Tom doesn't fuckin work here bud, I'm Stanley. maybe ya should double check your work before ya copy and paste. "
"wrong afton bud, cides pretty sure the afton round here is waaaay to into dick." he shook his head chucklin' "and no. i dont really care if she was abandoned, not my problem Victoria. Honestly all your doing is PISSING ME OFF." he started shaking and laughing, an odd glow began to fill the arcade.
"you think you got problems kid? you think your the only one whos been fucked over? you dont know the half of it." he shook laughing, odd purple and green tears began to leak from the eye like dial. quiet snickering left the odd phone. "You might be lost.....but.."
he stared dead at the thing. "You'll never be found kid."
