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Wednesday at Wilson's cast idea (may change):

normal freddy: Wilson

toy freddy: Wolfgang

shadow freddy:

phantom freddy:

withered freddy: Woody

nightmare freddy:

golden/fred bear: Charlie

normal bonnie: Willow

toy bonnie: Wigfrid

shadow bonnie:

phantom bonnie:

withered bonnie:

nightmare bonnie:

springtrap: Maxwell/William

plushtrap: Maxwell/William

normal chica: Wendy

toy chica: Wes

phantom chica:

withered chica:

nightmare chica:

cupcake: Chester

normal foxy: Abigail

toy foxy/ mangle: Webber

phantom foxy: 

phantom mangle: Webber

withered foxy:

nightmare foxy:

puppet: Wickerbottom

phantom puppet: Wickerbottom

endoskeleton from puppet box: WX-78

ballon boy/girl:

plushies: 

purple guy: THEM

(sorry if I forgot any, I am really sleepy. I going to finish this tomorrow maybe)

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well here is the fnaf story I made and performed last year. enjoy?

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Dusty and thick air filled the locked room, and darkness covered me and my companions: the cleaning supplies. I don't know how long I've been in here, years most likely, all by myself... left to hear the laughter and screams of joy from the children outside; ignoring the old storage room in the corner and it's contents within.

 

They said that I was creepy, they said that I would scare the kids. I was put out of commission and left in an abandoned supply room, forgtotten by the workers and youngsters alike. I am still in working condition after all this time, there was never any problems with my mechanics at all! I guess my looks were my fault. My fabric suit is torn and missing large chunks in multiple places, and my right outer eye is gone... All revealing my metal rusted body.

 

I loved the kids, and they loved me... I miss it: the joy and laughter, the music and games. Humans can be cruel sometimes... But, after all that's happened, I don't blame them; I would be scared too if I was a little 5 year old.

 

I passed the time by trying to fix myself and boost my appearance, but it's hard when all you have is some old cleaning chemicals. I also tended to daydream, about being back with the people and being loved and cared for.

 

(TO BE FINISHED LATER TROLLOLOL :p:D)

wait for part 2 :p

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