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4/13/2015 2:17:05 AM
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*the guards have their comms volume off*
Freddy: *pant* damn, the air is so thin...
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Comms: NO STOP SIGNS, SPEED LIMITS, AIN'T NO ONE GONNA SLOW ME DOWN. MY FRIENDS ARE GONNA BE THERE TOO. CAUSE IM ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!
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*no response* Freddy: damn we're so high u- *you hear someone slip on a rock* Freddy: NO NO NO NO! *sliding stops* Freddy: HELP ME UP! *pant and sliding* Freddy: damn this place hates us... *more footsteps and breathing is heard*
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Comms: Oh shit. Can you guys here me?
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*more footsteps and panting* Freddy: someone must be here.. *comms become static*
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*grows 600 feet taller and tries to see you*
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*you see no one in sight*
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*goes back to singing as Hotel California comes on my phone*
