Gasp of Zoom

	A crucified robot hung tall in the center of the desolate room. Her yellow faux-fur, bib, and endoskeleton damaged, torn and derelict. Various plastic tubes ran from her torso, into a bong, and that bong ran into Scott's smug face. Hammering away with his keys and moving his mouse in a demented manner, he mumbled and fumbled making yet another of the Five Nights At Freddy's series.

Scott coughed.
"Oh baby oh baby oh baby, I can't believe I didn't learn the recipe for Zoom Gas sooner!"

	Scott took a deep breath as he finished FNAF 2087: Sisterhood Crisis (which he copyrighted so it was his idea). He leaned back as he began to struggle for ideas once again. He felt a pressure prodding his shoulder. He turned around and saw the yellow bear himself.

"You should really kick this habit man. It's simply not Christian."
"You know what else isn't Christian? My fanbase" Scott retorted.
"You shouldn't stoop to their level."
"Why not?"
"Do you remember FNAF 1010?"
"...hnnng-"
"The one where you made Chica eat a pizza, but it was actually a bomb?"
"Uhh" Scott rubbed his sweaty palms into his face.
"Why are you trying to remove her from the series?"
"I need to counter those filthy degenerates somehow" He muttered through his palms.
"You cannot counter dick, Cawthon."
"Shit you're right. But I already turned her into Zoom Gas."
"Enough, fool. They don't care. They already wanted her when she had a kid's corpse inside, what are you going to accomplish doing this?"

Scott sighed deeply, falling backwards from his chair into his gigantic pile of charity money.
"So what should I do?"
"Fuck if I know I'm just a bear."
"I didn't get high on this gas so I could not come up with ideas you plothole hazard."
"Why not just combine concepts?"
"Hmmmmm" Scott pondered. He looked to and fro, between the robot, the ghost, and the spirit of Satan that he could only see while laying down. Scott immediately flew upright. "EUREKA!" He cried.
"So what's your big idea?"
"HUMAN ROBOTS!"
"Uh okay, cool. Guess some new characters would be a good change of pace for you-"
"The clown's getting ice cream dispensers!" Scott began clacking on the keyboard, working his outdated software to the limit.
"...Where? Wait why are you putting them-STOP THIS INSTANT! THIS ISN'T CHRISTIAN!"
"THE PLOT WILL BE FUN-NAF 1983, 1987 AND THAT BOOK!"
"THAT'S TERRIBLE STOP THAT!" Golden Freddy cried.

But it was too late, Scott already made Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location.