(Keep in mind, Kay generally goes to work with her mom, so she goes to bed at 9 and it's like... 10-10:30.)

Kay: Is it true? Are they back? *yawn* Am I going maaad?

Me: *yawn* You suck. One mistake's all this takes, and this may go baaad!

Kay: No one's there!

Me: No one's there!

Kay: No one's-

Me: *deep voice* Is somebody theere?

Kay: ...

Me: ...

Kay: Where'd Nate go?!

Me: Oh shit!!

Kay: You actually wanna switch roles? Just this once? You be Mark, Chica, and Foxy?

Me: Fine.

•A While Later•
Me: *tries to mimic Nate's moves* I'd be careful with that knife.

Kay: *points pool stick at me*

Me: That's Freddy Fazbear. He holds a *special* place in the heart of children, so you should show him a little respect.

Kay: *starts giggling* Dude, you look too much like him!!!

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Me: Is it true? Are they back? Am I going maaad?

Kay: One mistake's all this takes, and this may go baaad!

Me: No one's there!

Kay: No one's there!

•A While Later•
Kay: *in Bonnie voice* Shound familiar?

Me: Okay, wait, hang on a sec. Even if I was willing to believe that you talking robots DIDN'T want to kill me, *nervous giggling* and even if I was WILLING to go back to Freddy Fazbear's- WHICH I'M NOT- what do I get out of this? Psychological damage? Uh, a horrible, gruesome death?! *puts on a fake smile* 25 years of life with a cell mate named "Buffalo-frickin-Bill"?!?

Kay: YOU SOUND JUST LIKE MARK!!!!