Board Thread:FN@F Roleplay/@comment-26494914-20150118161408/@comment-98.251.178.53-20150315142907

(Since the creator seems to have abandoned this project, I guess I'll have to fill in some shoes.)

Springfield led the gang to the Show Stage, where they found Freddy and Chica locked in the biggest pizza battle ever.

Pepperoni was on the walls. Cheese dripped down from the ceiling. Meredith almost slipped on sausage and tomato sauce - it was horrible.

The Chef suddenly came out with a cooked, pepperoni pizza. "I made the best pizza! It just came out of the oven, so don't eat it yet, oh, no no no. Let it cool first, and then it will be ready to-"

Suddenly, Chica grabbed the pizza. "Thanks!" she said. Then, she hurled it at Freddy.

Chef looked sad. "And all that cooking was for nothing." Shoulders slumped, he sat down by the wall and watched the unfolding chaos.

But Springfield had determination drawn on her face. She ran all the way to her room and grabbed her waitress outfit - a green sweater, a short pink shirt, knee-high, turquoise shorts, a pink-and-white helmet, elbow pads, knee-pads, and her roller skates. She then skated all the way to the Manager's office.

"Mr. Manager," she said, panting. (Springfield had only been at the pizzeria for a few weeks.) "Dad and Chica are having another pizza fight."

"Again?" The manager growled. "I'm not tolerating this anymore." He stood up and walked to the Show Stage. Springfield followed.

It was chaos. The customers had arrived, since it was 8:00. The animatronics were trying to calm everyone down. Suddenly, the manager marched into the room.

"I was told," he began, "that two of our animatronics have been pizza fighting. Is this true, Mr. Fazbear?"

"Yes," said Freddy at the same time Chica shouted, "NO!"

He glared at the Cutting Crew, then Freddy, then Chica. "I would scrap you," he said. Meredith moaned in sadness. "But instead..."

Meredith glanced up hopefully.

"YOU'RE FIRED! The Cutting Crew, Freddy, and Chica - they're all FIRED!"

Freddy gasped. To say such a thing - and to say such a thing to the very people that kept the pizzeria in business!

"Springfield will be able to choose whether to stay or leave," the manager said. He turned to Springfield.

"I'm leaving," she said, "with my friends, my family."

With heavy hearts and sad faces, the 8 animatronics and one human girl trudged out of the pizzeria.

"Take one last look, everyone," said Freddy when they were outside. "This might be the last time we ever see it."

Springfield sighed, even though she knew where the problem had started. One simple argument turned into a ginormous mess, and that mess had led to everyone being fired, signaling the end of pizzeria business.