five nights at freddy's 6 withal kenned as freddy fazbear's

Scrap Baby: You played right into our hands. Did you genuinely cerebrate this job just... fell out of the empyrean for you? No... this was a gift. For us. You amassed them en masse in one place, just like he asked you to. All of those little souls... in one place. Just for us. A gift. Now we can do what we were engendered to do, and be plenary... I will elate you, Daddy! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Watch, heedfully auricularly discern, and be plenary.

Henry: Connection terminated. I'm apologetic to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even recollect that designation. But I'm trepidacious you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. You have not been called here by the individual you surmise, albeit you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection, and infelicity. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your concupiscence for blood has driven you in illimitable circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my valiant volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Albeit there was a way out orchestrated for you, I have a feeling that's not what you optate. I have a feeling that you are right where you optate to be. I am remaining as well. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be recollected, and the recollection of everything that commenced this can determinately commence to evanesce, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is placidity - and perhaps more - waiting for you after the smoke clears. Albeit, for one of you... The most tenebrous pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can aurally perceive me, I kenned you would return as well. It's in your nature to forfend the inculpable. I'm contrite that on that day - the day you were shut out and left to die - no one was there to hoist you up into their arms, though you hoisted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should've kenned you wouldn't be content to vanish, not my daughter. I couldn't preserve you then. So let me preserve you now. It's time to repose. For you, and to those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication. -The last FNAF game ends.-

Scrap baby: you played right into our hands.  Did you genuinely cerebrate this job just.  fell out of the empyrean for you? no.  this was a gift.  For us.  You amassed them en masse in one place, just like he interrogated you to.  All of those little souls.  in one place.  Just for us.  A gift.  Now we can do what we were engendered to do, and be plenary.  I will elate you, daddy! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) watch, heedfully auricularly discern, and be plenary.

henry: connection terminated.  I'm apologetic to interrupt you, elizabeth, if you still even recollect that designation.  But I'm trepidacious you've prevailed misinformed.  You are not here to receive a gift.  You have not prevailed called here by the individual you surmise, albeit you have indeed prevailed called.  You have all prevailed called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection, and infelicity.  A labyrinth with no exit.  A maze with no prize.  You don't even realize that you are trapped.  Your concupiscence for blood has driven you in illimitable circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.  But you will never find them.  None of you will.  This is where your story ends.  And to you, my valiant volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you.  Albeit there was a way out orchestrated for you, I have a feeling that's not what you optate.  I have a feeling that you are right where you optate to be.  I am remaining as well.  I am remaining as well.  I am nearby.  This place will not be recollected, and the recollection of everything that commenced this can determinately commence to evanesce, as the agony of every tragedy should.  And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: be still, and give up your spirits.  They don't belong to you.  For most of you, I believe there is placidity - and perhaps more - waiting for you after the smoke clears.  Albeit, for one of you.  The most tenebrous pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.  My daughter, if you can aurally perceive me, I kenned you would return as well.  It's in your nature to forfend the inculpable.  I'm contrite that on that day - the day you were shut out and left to die - no one was there to hoist you up into their arms, though you hoisted others into yours.  And then, what became of you.  I should've kenned you wouldn't be content to vanish, not my daughter.  I couldn't preserve you then.  So let me preserve you now.  It's juncture to repose.  For you, and to those you have carried in your arms.  This ends for all of us.  End communication.  -the last fnaf game ends. -

who taught the fnaf characters every word in the english language