~Ugly 3: WHAT THE HECK IS
THAT THING ~
-It was the next night and everyone, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, were in their places. Golden Freddy was still in the bathroom, except he was quieter. Freddy poked his head up to the sound of a key jiggling in the front door. The door opened, revealing someone wearing what seemed to be a paper plate on their head and weird 12-inch high heels and a pair of underwear. No shirt or pants. They had the biggest flashlight Freddy had ever seen and they shone it right in their faces, blocking out what their face looked like. They then went the other way and waltzed over to the security guard office and held both doors shut.
Bonnie: Psst. Who's that?
Chica: KFC?!
Freddy: No, Chica, not KFC. Nooooo. KFCCCCC. Chicaaaa.
-Chica whimpered.
Freddy: And, Bonnie, that's your imagination.
Bonnie: My imagination?
Freddy: Yes. Your imagination! There is nothing there!
Bonnie: Something is there!
Freddy: I JUST SAID THAT THERE WASN'T!!!
-Bonnie went towards the office. Foxy popped out of his cove.
Foxy: Bonnie, if you go back to your stage, I'll let you throw melons at me!
Bonnie: Okay!
-Bonnie kept going towards the office. Freddy whisper-screamed at Foxy:
Freddy: YOU NEVER SAID WHEN TO GO BACK TO THE STAGE!
Foxy: Ohh.
-It was too late. Bonnie was looking through the window. Freddy facepalmed. Then, out of nowhere, Bonnie screamed and fell against the wall, hyperventilating.
Chica: KFC?!
Freddy: No, Chica, you stay here!
-Freddy ran over to Bonnie to see what this was all about.
Bonnie: AH. AH. AH. AH.
Freddy: What happened?
Bonnie: MY EYES!! THEY'RE BLEEDING!!! Not actually. MY EYES!!!!!!!!! REEEEEEEEEE!!!
-Freddy said in a condescending voice:
Freddy: Why are your eyes "bleeding"?
Bonnie: Very... Ugly... Very ugly indeed!
-Freddy peaked in through the window. He then noticed that both doors being shut wasted A LOT of power. He also didn't see anything there.
Freddy: Ummmm... it was just your imagination...?
-Bonnie grabbed Freddy.
Bonnie: IT WAS REAL, I TELL YOU!! REAL!!!
Freddy: Bonnie, go back to the stage.
Bonnie: REEEAAALLLLL!!!
Freddy: BONNIE!!! Stage. NOW.
-As Bonnie shakily made his way over to the stage, Freddy looked into the window again. Nothing. What could've made Bonnie jump like that? Something did come in, but there was no sign of it. Freddy shrugged and walked back over to the stage, where Bonnie was lecturing Foxy and Chica about what he saw.
Bonnie: It had a big thing in the center of its face! And it had two completely dark eyes! And, like, two teeth! No— three! Or maybe it was two. I dunno. You saw it too, right?
-Bonnie looked toward Foxy and Chica. Foxy was reading a magazine with a picture of Taylor Swift on the front.
Foxy: Uhhh-huh. Yeah. Yeah.
Chica: KFC?!
Bonnie: No, Chica. No KFC.
-Chica whimpered and curled up into a ball, ready for a nap. Chica was kind of like a pet to them.
Bonnie: Wasn't it ugly, Foxy? Like, the ugliest thing EVER?
-Bonnie was bouncing at this point.
Foxy: Yeah. Sure.
-Foxy flipped a page in his magazine.
Bonnie: Did you see it too, Freddy?
Freddy: See what?
Bonnie: The thing in the guards' office!
Freddy: I didn't see any thing.
-Freddy was being completely honest.
Bonnie: You saw it come in, though, right?
Freddy: It probably ran away with all that screeching of yours.
Bonnie: Did Golden Freddy see it? Did he? Did he?
Freddy: I dunno. Is he still in the bathroom?
Bonnie: Probably.
Freddy: Do you hear anymore of his screams?
Bonnie: Probably not.
Freddy: How do you say "probably" to that? That's like you saying "What's your favorite fruit?" then I say "PROBABLY."
Bonnie: I didn't say "probably." I said "probably NOT."
-They were interrupted by Golden Freddy's screams.
Golden Freddy: AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AGH— AGH— AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
-It was followed by a toilet flush that sounded like it didn't go all the way through. Freddy heard splattering from the bathroom. He picked up a random plunger off of the ground. He had no idea why it was there.
Freddy: Why don't you take this and help Golden Freddy out? It'll give you something actually productive to do rather than just ranting about something you saw.
Bonnie: No way! Chica went in there last time and we didn't see her for two months! Two months!
Freddy: If you don't leave, I'll keep your PS4 and I'll play it in front of you so I can rub it in your face that you don't have a PS4, but I do. Then I'll brag. And you'll just have to share Foxy's.
Foxy: WHAT?! No! No one shares my PS4!
-Foxy hid his face behind his magazine. Bonnie read the cover:
Bonnie: "Celebrity... Ju-juicy! Goss...ip. Celebrity juicy gossip? You read that?
Foxy: What? Oh, no, this is Chica's. Right, Chica?
-Chica poked her head up.
Chica: KFC?
-Foxy slowly nodded at her. Chica slowly nodded back.
Chica: KFCCCCCC!!!!
-Chica pounced onto Foxy.
Foxy: AHHHHHHH!!!!!
-Foxy kept screaming as Chica ripped Foxy's arm off.
Freddy: CHICA, ENOUGH!!! You can kill him another day, but not now. He needs to last until at least Sunday.
Chica: KFC!
-Chica retreated and ran back to the kitchen. Instead of running through the doorway like a good chicken, she decided to be a bad chicken and destroy the wall right next to the door. Wood and marble and wires spilt over the door.
Freddy: CHICA!
Chica: CHICA KFC!!!
Freddy: Oh my gosh. What will it take for things to be normal around here?
-Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something come up behind him.
