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ask-the-freeman asked:

Oh no I forgot to talk to you for a while!

ask-the-freeman:

theonefreewoman:

She then proceeded to throw the potato from much earlier at his face.

Fortunately, a potato in their vicinity quickly transformed into a miniature Gordon, collecting all the crowbars while running around underfoot and laughing maniacally.

The full-size Gordon suddenly executed a perfect potato roll straight into the Calboob Army, causing the whole group to vanish into an alternate universe.

And then, everything was potato.

Her eyes narrowed before throwing her hands into the air and walking out the door. ‘I’m gone!’

ask-the-freeman asked:

Oh no I forgot to talk to you for a while!

ask-the-freeman:

theonefreewoman:

She then proceeded to throw the potato from much earlier at his face.

Unfortunately for her, the Calboob army was in full session, marching down the corridor and making corny jokes about beer and stuff while handing out crowbars to each other like they were candy. If something didn’t happen soon, the Calhounness in the room would soon reach critical mass, and collapse into a lame-joke singularity!

Why were Mondays always so strange… 

ask-the-freeman asked:

Oh no I forgot to talk to you for a while!

ask-the-freeman:

sheila-conagher:

ask-the-freeman:

theonefreewoman:

theonefreewoman:

She then proceeded to throw the potato from much earlier at his face.

'GORDON??'

He unceremoniously shoved a potato in her mouth, and promptly began throwing potatoes around the room at perfect 1-degree angles from each other, forming a perfect 360-degree circle of tuber-based destruction. “AND THEN WHO WAS POTATO” he screamed, continuing the starchy assault.

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im just gonna throw that in here

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ask-the-freeman asked:

Oh no I forgot to talk to you for a while!

ask-the-freeman:

theonefreewoman:

She then proceeded to throw the potato from much earlier at his face.

He unceremoniously shoved a potato in her mouth, and promptly began throwing potatoes around the room at perfect 1-degree angles from each other, forming a perfect 360-degree circle of tuber-based destruction. “AND THEN WHO WAS POTATO” he screamed, continuing the starchy assault.

She spit it out and got up to find a Calhoun.

ask-the-freeman asked:

Oh no I forgot to talk to you for a while!

ask-the-freeman:

theonefreewoman:

She then proceeded to throw the potato from much earlier at his face.

Finishing, he gulped and swallowed before replying. “POTATOOOOOOOOOO!” he screamed with all the force of a great typhoon, before backflipping behind an ammo crate and temporarily vanishing from sight.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him disappear. ‘Why…’

Five Nights at Freeman’s

jumpsuitedmonster:

"Are you kidding—?” Frantically wiggling out of Gordana’s grip, Chell liberated her arm and forced the metal door shut. 

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Muttering out a medley of expletives, keeping to the tempo of a shifting camera angle, she finally swapped back to the claustrophobic office space, flanked on both ends by a steel sheath of metal and, beyond, that sadistic animatronics. 

"They’re going to drain the power. They’re going to why would there be electric doors? Who thought this was a good investment? What idiot wrote up the budget plan and said ‘I know we can’t afford more than six hours of power, but wouldn’t sliding doors be cool— ohgod. ”  

As their battery life reached a condemning 0%, the screen immediately shifted to a muted darkness, an eerie music wafting from the speakers. 

She froze. No. How did they lose power. IT WAS ONLY 5 AM. 
Freddy’s face appeared in the doorway, flickering on and off.

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