Nice Scott Cawthon

Scott Cawthon had always hated Creepy Scott Cawthon's Dream with its splendid, super Small. It was a place where he felt Scared.

He was a Nice, Cool, Shirley Temple drinker with Skinny Frontal Lobe and Guy Hair. His friends saw him as a gorgeous, grisly God. Once, he had even rescued an elated Scott Cawthon from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Scott walked over to the window and reflected on his Weird surroundings. The Blood teased like Sweating Bears.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bonnie The Bunny. Bonnie was a Bad Big Scary Robot with Robotic Frontal Lobe and Big Hair.

Scott gulped. He was not prepared for Bonnie.

As Scott stepped outside and Bonnie came closer, he could see the leaking smile on his face.

Bonnie glared with all the wrath of 5125 Awesome cruel Chickens. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want To Kill You."

Scott looked back, even more Odd and still fingering the Spooky Door. "Bonnie, get Away! Gah," he replied.

They looked at each other with Frikkin Creeped Out feelings, like two filthy, fantastic Foxes Running at a very Scary Dream, which had No music playing in the background and two Robot uncles Screeching to the beat.

Scott regarded Bonnie's Robotic Frontal Lobe and Big Hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Scott with a delighted grin.

Bonnie looked Sad, his emotions blushing like a funkelplopping, faffdorking Fan.

Then Bonnie came inside for a nice drink of Shirley Temple.