STOP TRIGGERING ME ~a story of empowerment of robot rabbits~

	Back in the good ol' days before 9/11, a deranged humanoid(?) thing worked on a computer virus. They nicknamed it "The Thought Tumblr". The humanoid blob heaved, their greasy rainbow-stained hair clumped together exposing the bald spots on their scalp in a sweaty mess. Their light mumbles became more and more coherent as time went on, finishing their project. The cheap office chair snapped right as the mass rose in victory, holding a floppy disk in the old sports equipment-flavored air of a basement.

"TAKE THIS FREDDY SHITLORD'S!" a questionably-gendered voice mewled like a diseased whale.
A piece of what was hopefully just mayonnaise fell off one of their bodily rolls.
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"Hey quit it!" A rather annoyed voice came from the television.

	Bonnie and Mangle were rather enthralled by the recording on the screen. It may have been black and white, but it still had pretty decent quality for being a bargain bin television. Bonnie's expression remained unreadable, as "that FAGGOT" Toy Bonnie ran off with their face. Mangle on the other hand was rather listless, their tongue lolling out on occasion, only to go back in their mouth. They rather enjoyed homemade movies, though why Bonnie decided to join him in watching was a mystery and made things difficult to...enjoy. So they continued to suck it up.

"What's that noise?" Bonnie asked.
"N-nothing Toy Chica." Mangle clumsily darted their tongue back in.
"Bonnie."
"That's what I said."

	Bonnie held a withered stare for but a moment before looking back to the television. The big guard lady with the bald head kept getting ambushed by an "unknown horror monster" that happened to like looking at her from different angles. Supposedly Mangle had "interesting things" when he made movies.
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	The crazy big person rode her bicycle. He was going relatively slow. She had a mission, and that was to show the world not to shame him for her appearance. Her bicycle groaned with every pedal. He finally arrived at her destination: Freddy SHITLORD's pizzeria. Like a fat ninja she gracefully (and greasily) slid through the entrance like an over-engorged eel. There her target was, playing the guitar minding their own business.

The genderless harpoon target jumped from the shadows upon the hapless blue rabbot. Toy Bonnie couldn't fight back from the sheer weight pressed against them.
"OPERATION BLUE RABBIT IS GO!" The whale screeched, jamming the floppy disk into the blue rabbit's butt.
"B-but I process from the-" Toy Bonnie found themselves unable to process for the next few minutes.

The odd sub-human rolled out through the fire exit.

The normally calm-as-the-ocean blue rabbit suddenly had a look of rage, knowing their objective.
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"WHAT IS THIS FILTH SHITLORD?!" A robotic shriek cried from behind Bonnie and Mangle.
They turned around to find Toy Bonnie.
Mangle kept their mouth shut for the life of them, which was no problem. He knew Bonnie would have plenty of words to mince.
...Well, maybe they would suckle on it just a little while they argued.
"Excuse me?" Bonnie asked dully.
"THIS OBJECTIFIES WOMEN, YOU NEED TO SHUT THAT OFF!"
"What are you going to do about it faggot?"
"Faggot? FAGGOT?! YOU CISGENDERED HOMOLAGOPHOBE YOU'RE TRIGGERING ME!"
"Triggering what? Your eye ducts?"

Mangle was too busy furiously mouthterbating to the film to care about whatever they were talking about.

"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THIS ESTABLISHMENT NEEDS SOME FINE-TUNING IN REGARDS TO SEXUAL HARASSMENT, YOU'RE BASICALLY RAPING ME" The Toy Rabbot kept screeching.

Mangle couldn't hold it anymore, clamping their mouth shut as they-
Toy Bonnie grabbed the toy fox by the noodle-neck, forcing them to be face-to-face.
"AND YOU, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING RECORDING THIS SCHLICK-FLICK I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I GRADUATED AT THE TOP OF- WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!" Toy Bonnie shook the fox violently.

Regrettably, Mangle's jaw went ajar. Both Bonnies stood in shock as Mangle's tongue-love coated the blue bonnie in the face.
A disk plopped out from Toy Bonnie's butt as they collapsed.

"You guys are all fags" Bonnie announced, walking away from the couch.
Mangle sat there for what felt like an eternity before hiding the evidence.
The maintenance crew was at a loss for words as to why Toy Bonnie was covered in inexplicable mayonnaise. At least it was easy enough to clean up.