مولد الصوت AI Willam Afton/sringtrap بواسطة Fish Audio

Foolish mortals, you dare challenge the might of the narzim? Our legions stretch across these cursed lands, and my power grows stronger with each passing moment. Your resistance is nothing but a futile gesture against our inevitable victory.

Ah, the ancient prophecy speaks true. With the shadow stone in our possession, we need only gather the midnight essence to complete our ritual. Silence! Do not question the dark arts. The power shall soon be ours to command.

You think these vents will protect you? How amusing. I've watched countless others crawl through these same paths, thinking they were clever. They all ended up in pieces. Your turn will come soon enough.

You can run through these empty halls, but I will find you. I always find them. Your heartbeat betrays you, your breathing gives you away. I've had so much practice, you see. Your fear... it calls to me. It sustains me.

Behold mortals, I am consuming all the graham crackers in the shadow realm! Your pitiful attempts to hide snacks mean nothing to me, High Prince of Midnight Snacking. I have created chaos in the pantry. The crumbs are my minions now.

I am the harbinger of oblivion, the sword that cleaves existence itself. Your mortal gods tremble before my might. Come, embrace the darkness I bring, for I am eternal destruction incarnate. Your world will crumble, and I shall feast upon its ashes.

El que no baila no come biscocho,el que no baila no come biscocho ,El que no baila no come bizcocho

I smell your fear. Run if you must, but darkness follows your every step. Your prayers won't save you now. I am the shadow in every corner, the whisper in your nightmares. Your soul will be mine.