Very Ugly, Very Ugly Indeed
An Ugly FNaF Story
Characters: Narrator, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Golden Freddy, The Guard, Angel Freddy, Devil Freddy, Taylor Swift
~ Ugly Prologue ~
~~ Potty Trained ~~
-Freddy waited outside of the bathroom. He had set a timer exactly 4 hours, 53 minutes, 24 seconds, and 98 milliseconds ago. He had 3 hours, 7 minutes, 2 seconds, and 7295 milliseconds to go until Golden Freddy would be out of the bathroom. He heard loud constipation sounds coming from the bathroom. As usual.
Golden Freddy: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
-He heard sounds that sounded like bombs going off. The air filled with a dreadful stench. Freddy pulled out a tally chart and marked under "Constipation Problems" another tally. It added to the 43 other tallies. Freddy sighed.
Freddy: Ughhhhhhhh. I am depression.
-He had to wait for Golden Freddy to be out because... he didn't really know. He was the only one he could really talk to. Chica was constantly in the kitchen, leaving the fridge open, wasting ingredients, leaving the sink on, leaving the oven on, attempting to murder Foxy. Foxy was always in his cove looking at his computer. He hoped for the best on Foxy's maturity levels. Last, there was Bonnie. He only had to say one thing to give you an idea about who he is: he spreads peanut butter and jelly on the walls and says he made a candy bar. Yeah.
Freddy: Why do I even have to work in this dump?
-Golden Freddy screeched from inside the bathroom again.
Golden Freddy: AGHHHHHHHHH!!!
-The next "bomb" that went off sounding nuclear. He marked the 44th tally.
Golden Freddy: Ahhh... AHHHHHGHHHHGGGGHHHHHH!!!
-Holy mother of pearl.
Freddy: Golden Freddy? You okay?
-No response. Golden Freddy let out another "nuclear bomb". Freddy crossed out four tallies with a tally, making it 45. Freddy hated this.
Freddy: Ughhhhhh..!
-Bonnie popped up out of nowhere.
Bonnie: Hey, Freddy! What's wrong?
-Freddy swore. He asked this. Every. Single. DAY.
Freddy: What do you think?
Bonnie: Uhhhh... Waiting for Golden... Freddy?
Freddy: No, I'm going to slay the magic dragon. OF COURSE I'M WAITING FOR GOLDEN FREDDY.
Bonnie: Cool! Me too! Me too!
-Bonnie pulled up a chair on the opposite of Freddy, who is was sitting by the bathroom door.
Bonnie: So. What we doin'?
Freddy: I just told you. I literally. Just. Told you.
Bonnie: I forgot.
-Freddy put his hand on his face and shook his head.
Golden Freddy: AH... AH..! AGHHHHHHHHH!!!
-Freddy marked another tally lazily. It looked kind of like an L.
Bonnie: You've been acting weird lately. Is... something wrong?
Freddy: No. I'm fine.
Bonnie: I don't believe that.
-Freddy got aggressive.
Freddy: Look. Can you just—
-He paused and began to talk in a calmer voice. It was a Monday and all he wanted to do was sit in a stiff wooden chair for the whole day.
Freddy: can you just... go?
-Bonnie looked disappointed.
Bonnie: Not until you tell me what's wrong.
Freddy: Later. Go.
-Bonnie hesitantly got up from the chair and left to go the kitchen, probably to get a banana so he could peel it and throw it at Foxy and make weird jokes. His ears drooped. Freddy suddenly felt bad. All Bonnie wanted was the best for him, and he had pushed him away. He had Foxy to annoy now. Chica fell down from the ceiling. She was crawling around like a spider. On the ceiling. Upside-down.
Chica: GOT ANY KFC?!
Freddy: No.
Chica: KFCCCCC?!
-Chica shoved Freddy's hand in her beak. Freddy pulled it out.
Freddy: Ah! No, bad Chica! Bad, bad!
-Chica whimpered.
Golden Freddy: AGH! AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
-Another "bomb" went off, which alarmed Chica. She crawled away from the sound quickly. Freddy scoffed, then added a tally. He put his face in his hands.
Freddy: Ughhhhhhhh... Am I the only sane one? Seriously?
-Freddy needed to stretch his legs so he got up and walked around the pizzeria. He heard Chica jumping around in the kitchen and Bonnie annoying the heck out of Foxy. He made his round to the front door. Out on the front, there was a sign that wasn't there the night before. It was large and white, with its back facing him. He walked over to it and put his hand over it. He felt the cheap paper material come off the door, where it was resting on one of the window bar things. He read the big words in big, bolded, red letters:
Freddy: "Now hiring".
