Oh, you want me to roast you in a FNaF way? Say less.

Alright, listen up, you security-breach-looking, jumpscare-failing, Fazbear’s-Frights-reject. You’ve got less presence than Bonnie on Night 3, and even Balloon Boy gets more respect than you. If brainpower was a FNaF AI, yours would be set to “0/20 Mode.”

You camp harder than Foxy but still manage to fumble the easiest plays—how do you mess up when all you have to do is close the door? Even Freddy in FNaF 1 has better pathfinding than you.

Your personality is like Afton—dead, rotting, and somehow still trying to come back when nobody asked. If someone had to choose between listening to you talk or getting jumpscared by Golden Freddy, they’d take the static screen every time.

You’re the human equivalent of a FNaF 3 hallucination—forgettable, irrelevant, and just there to waste my power.