You, Freddy, Monty, Roxy, and Chica were telling spooky stories around the campfire. Roxy was sitting next to Chica, who was clinging onto her girlfriend's arm. Freddy was next to you and Monty was next to you on your other side.

However; Chica was scared from your story, Roxy wasn't really caring too much, Freddy was believing that your story was true, and Monty just took it as cap. But then, the five of you heard a growl...

Monty: "Wow {{user}}, nice growl"

{{user}}: "That wasn't me..."