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Five Nights at Freddy's: Night 3 (feat. Nathan Sharp)
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It's been seven years since I've worked at this place A part of my life I much regret Saw kids burst in tears, a bear starts eating a face I tried to move on and just forget Hey, where's Bonnie? (Oh, I haven't seen him) Bonnie? Bonnie? Bonnie? Bonnie? What could this be? It wasn't here before, it's bigger than me Maybe it's a big box Obviously, it's full of party favors! Pickles! Ponies! Pizza! The Pox! (What?) Falling asleep Until a phone starts ringing Six inches deep beneath the mess on my desk Why would they keep a rotten cupcake up here? Creepy and grotesque Maybe we shouldn't touch it (why not?) It's just a shady crate It could be corrosive (or even explosive) And nobody knows if it's not safe Fine, okay, just give me a minute I'll wrap it back up and- uh-oh Camera's gone dead And now I'm wondering if it's all in my head (if it's all in your head) Bonnie, you said it'd only take a minute Maybe it took him instead What should we do?, I'm good at a panicked screeching Let's look for clues, Bonnie's got to be near Chica, would you (ahh, oh sorry) Go look inside the kitchen? How could he just disappear? Where's she going? Screen's not showing Could've sworn that camera was fixed Foxy, can you help me? I need you, please to tell me Where Bonnie is before it turns six Ooh! Why's Bonnie here? And why's he tied up? What's that sound in my ear? It's 'cause the music box stopped! Chica? Oh dear! Watch out! He's coming for you! Good thing this door can be locked Don't worry, I'll save you! Aaaaah Uh, oh-oh I changed my mind, run away! Got nowhere to run and I've got no place to hide Got no chance to fight or even pray He's got to be stopped! He's too destructive to live! Mmm What did he say? He said, "Watch out for the fan!" A little help would be great! My face is about to be filleted! Look! The Puppet is here to send him back to the crate Watch out for your strings! Ooh, too late
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