[Beyond "block the door" to Bonnie and Foxy, beyond "set every goddamn thing ablaze", Joker hadn't gotten too much into the fine details. It'd been something born spur of the moment, ideas hastily thrown together and tied with string to keep it from falling apart at least too quickly. But there was thing he had been counting on-]
[That Freddy wouldn't leave the stage.]
[But here he is, staring at him with one dead eye and the other socket almost an improvement over that.]
[The fire's going to get all of them, soon enough. Aware that he's honestly a dead man walking at this point, Joker decides to throw all caution to the wind. It doesn't matter anyway. Only two things matter, and one of them is spreading over the entire building well enough on its own. That only leaves one matter.]
[In the flickering light of the kitchen, the emergency exit sign shines.]
Jims! Get outta here! Me and our good bear here have a bit ta chat about!
[Even as he talks, he doesn't let his gaze off Freddy. Instead, he just hefts himself up onto one of the counters- keep the fire from getting him too soon. His shoes clack against the hard surface as he makes a wide challenging gesture. The grin on his face is strained and maybe a bit manic.]
C'mon, ya rotten bastard! Yer friend out there's already got a part a me, but ain't enough ta put in a suit! What, too much light for ya!?
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[Beyond "block the door" to Bonnie and Foxy, beyond "set every goddamn thing ablaze", Joker hadn't gotten too much into the fine details. It'd been something born spur of the moment, ideas hastily thrown together and tied with string to keep it from falling apart at least too quickly. But there was thing he had been counting on-]
[That Freddy wouldn't leave the stage.]
[But here he is, staring at him with one dead eye and the other socket almost an improvement over that.]
[The fire's going to get all of them, soon enough. Aware that he's honestly a dead man walking at this point, Joker decides to throw all caution to the wind. It doesn't matter anyway. Only two things matter, and one of them is spreading over the entire building well enough on its own. That only leaves one matter.]
[In the flickering light of the kitchen, the emergency exit sign shines.]
Jims! Get outta here! Me and our good bear here have a bit ta chat about!
[Even as he talks, he doesn't let his gaze off Freddy. Instead, he just hefts himself up onto one of the counters- keep the fire from getting him too soon. His shoes clack against the hard surface as he makes a wide challenging gesture. The grin on his face is strained and maybe a bit manic.]
C'mon, ya rotten bastard! Yer friend out there's already got a part a me, but ain't enough ta put in a suit! What, too much light for ya!?