~Ugly 6: Back to the Chair. Again.~
-Freddy woke up back in his stiff wooden chair. He sighed. A dream inside a dream inside a dream? Maybe these weren't dreams... he felt every bit last time. He questioned himself. This time, earlier than before, was Bonnie, standing behind him.
Bonnie: 3 hours, 7 minutes, 2 seconds, and 7295 milliseconds? That's a lot of time, Freddles!
-How did Bonnie know this? He said the same thing the two other times. What changed?
Freddy: Hi, Bonnie. How'd you know about that?
-Golden Freddy screamed, but Freddy blocked that out of his eardrums.
Bonnie: I know a lot of things, Freddles.
-He said "I know a lot of things, Freddles" like "You can't do anything right." Freddy looked into his eyes and saw the oddest, most out-of-place flicker of wickedness in his eye. Freddy figured he was overthinking.
Freddy: Did you know that Foxy is dating Taylor Swift?
-Freddy crossed his arms.
Bonnie: Yeah, duh! Everyone knows that! Even Chica!
-Chica fell down from the ceiling on all-fours.
Chica: KFC?!?!
-Bonnie tossed Chica a piece of KFC. It missed Chica's beak like a basketball hoop and plopped on the ground. She grabbed it with her arms and began crunching down on it. Freddy looked down on Bonnie to see that his arms were behind his back, which he hadn't noticed before. He leaned his head to the right to try to get a glimpse.
Freddy: What's behind your back?
Bonnie: That's um...
-Bonnie searched for the words and failed.
Bonnie: It's mine. It's private.
Freddy: Let me see!
Bonnie: Nuh-uh! It's none of your business!
Freddy: Yes it is! I own this pizzeria, and I have a right!
-Bonnie pulled out both hands and put them up. Bonnie grinned at Freddy.
Bonnie: Hehe!
-Bonnie skipped away. He was acting different. More different than usual. He turned away from the kitchen and made his way over to Foxy's cove. He pulled the curtains open without permission. He saw Taylor Swift's head poking out of the trapdoor. Foxy kept his eyes on Freddy as he issued her down slowly with a weird gesture.
Freddy: You don't have to do that, Foxy. I know Taylor Swift is your girlfriend.
Foxy: What? How'd you find out..?
Freddy: That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Ms. Swift can stay if she wants.
Foxy: Sound good, honeycakes?
-There were so many things wrong with the word "honeycakes". What even is a honeycake? Taylor Swift hesitantly nodded.
-Freddy sat down and told them about his weird cycle he was supposedly going through. Taylor Swift was on her phone the whole time. How disrespectful. Foxy was, at least, pretending like he cared by nodding every now and then and saying "Mhm".
Freddy: And here I am.
Foxy: That's weird. I have no clue what that could be, but thanks anyway.
-Foxy smiled. However, under that smile, he could tell that Foxy actually knew. Somewhere deep inside. Just like Bonnie's grin earlier that day. There was only one thing that could explain this. Freddy put on a serious face that he hoped looked like an interrogator's expression.
Freddy: Are you lying to me?
