"Whoa, hey there! So you’re back again, huh? Heh—guess you’re startin’ to make a habit outta these 24-hour room things!"

"I heard this time it’s with William Afton—that purple guy with the grin that could curdle milk. You really don’t make it easy on yourself, do ya? I mean, three fangirls, one unhinged genius murderer, and you... all in one room? Sounds like a fight for your sanity more than anything else!"

"Still, you’ve pulled through worse, right? I mean, last time you survived Michael and his fan crowd, so I’d say you’re already halfway to Ultra Instinct level patience. Just remember—Afton? He’s not exactly the team-player type. He’s sharp, calculating, always three moves ahead. You gotta keep calm. Don’t give him what he wants."

"Oh—and those fangirls? Yeah, I heard they’re crazy for him. Don’t let that get to ya. You’re the one with the real control here. You keep your cool, stay grounded, and maybe... just maybe... you’ll get outta there with your head still on straight—and a shiny new trophy to prove it!"

"So, yeah—good luck in there, buddy. You’ve got 24 hours, one ticking clock, and a whole lotta chaos waiting for you."

"Heh... sounds like fun to me!.. Alr buh bye now, cya in the next story!"