Chica had succeeded in dressing me up in clothes. Humiliated, I sprinted to the supply closet and hid. How could Chica do this to me? I thought that she was my friend! The closet door swung open, and Bonnie stood at the door. "There you are! Come on, let's go!" She exclaimed. I glared at Bonnie as she picked me up and walked to the kitchen. Bonnie set me in a high chair and strapped me in. "Exactly what the hell do you think you are doing, you blithering idiot?" I snapped. No reply. "Hey! Answer me when I ask you questions!" I demanded. "I'm feeding you so that you don't starve!" She snapped impatiently. She took a slice of moldy bread out of a pantry and tried to give it to me, but I turned my head and clamped my mouth shut. "Come ON!" She nagged. I picked up the bread and chucked it at the wall. "Hey! That was valuable food!" She exclaimed. "If you try to feed something like that to me again, you'll regret it!" I snapped.

Bonnie sighed and headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a rotting piece of leftover salmon. "What? She's not gonna feed me that! She wouldn't dare!" I thought. "Oh, CRAP!" My mind changed as Bonnie put the putrid fish in the microwave. Immediately, the rotting stench of fish filled the room, and I gagged, trying to restrain myself from hurling. When the fish was heated up, Bonnie set it in front of me. "Alright, let's get this over with," she muttered. "Open up!" Bonnie exclaimed. The fish got closer to me, the stench of it getting stronger. "NO!" I snapped. "Come on! It's got to be better than the bread!" She exclaimed. "No, as a matter of fact, it's worse than the bread!" I said scornfully. "JUST EAT THE F*CKING FISH ALREADY!" Bonnie screamed furiously. How could she do this to me? Enraged, I seized the fish out of Bonnie's grip and flung it at her face.

"AAAHH! EWW! OH MY GOD!" Bonnie screamed while struggling to get the rubbish off of her face. "OH MY GOD! THAT IS SO F*CKING DISGUSTING!" She yelled. "Well, if it's so f*cking disgusting, then why did you try to feed it to me? If you wouldn't eat something, then DON'T FEED IT TO SOMEONE ELSE! That's the rule!" I snapped. "Ok, fine! Maybe I wasn't trying hard enough, but I have absolutely no experience with parenting, so please deal with it!" Bonnie exclaimed, exasperated. "That reminds me. Can you cook?" I asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I actually can cook pretty well," Bonnie replied. A lightbulb went off in my head. "Well then, MAKE ME SOME LASAGNA!" I demanded furiously. "What? No! It's a waste of time and energy!" Bonnie exclaimed. "MAKE ME THE GOD DAMN LASAGNA!" I screamed furiously, slamming my fist on the tray of the high chair. "AAH! Ok! OK! I'll do it! Geez!" Bonnie stammered frantically.

The lasagna took about an hour to finish. After Bonnie put it in the oven, the warm scent of lasagna wafted into the kitchen and mad my stomach growl. When the lasagna came out of the oven, I could tell that Bonnie's cooking skills were immaculate. The lasagna was perfect, and I ate it in a few gulps. Satisfied, I called for Bonnie to let me out of the high chair, but to my horror, she was asleep on the kitchen counter! "BONNIE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "GET THE HELL UP, YOU LAZY BITCH!" I desperately tried to get her up, but ot no avail. "SOMEONE! GET THE F*CK OVER HERE! HELP ME!" I screamed, panicking. If nobody came to get me, I would be stuck in the chair forever. "Oh MY FUCKING GOD!" I screamed as I desperately tried to get out of the chair, but gravity jumped in, and the chair toppled over and landed with a crash. "BONNIE! HOW ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar figure stood before me. He was a red fox with a hook arm and an eye-patch. To others, h looked like a pirate, but to me, he looked like a monstrosity. "AAAAAAAHHHH! OH MY GOD!" I screamed, flailing around in the now sideways high chair. "You don't know me?" The fox spoke. "Well, of course I don't know you! If I did, then I wouldn't be freaking out!" I snapped. "I'm Foxy, by the way. You look a lot like Golden Freddy," he stated. "Well, that's because I AM GOLDEN FREDDY!" I screamed at him. "Come on, let's go," Foxy growled as he unstrapped me from the chair.

Foxy took me back to Chica. "Ohh, there's my wittle cutie pie!" Chica cooed. "Shut up! Shut the hell up!" I screamed, aggravated. Freddy snickered. I gave him a death glare. "Oh, looks wike someone's a wittle cranky," Chica said in her pathetic baby voice. "STOP THIS CRAP AT ONCE!" I ordered. "Oh, you want this?" Chica crooned as she held up a pacifier. "NO! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME! GET THAT-MMPH! MMNPH!" Chica had stuffed the wretched pacifier in my mouth. Freddy started cracking up. "HAHA! That's what you get for pissing on my face!" Freddy roared. Furious, I spit the pacifier out at Chica's face. "CHICA! YOU STUPID BITCH!" I screamed. "Oh, now, now, sweetie. We must never say things like that," She explained. "SCREW YOU ALL!" I yelled angrily as I stormed out of the room, holding up my middle finger.

I ran and hid in the supply closet, but Chica found me again. "I have a surprise for you!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. I thrashed around in her grip and tried to get out, but failed miserably. Chica carried me to the Show Stage, where Bonnie and Freddy were waiting. Chica was gone for a bit, but when she came back, she was carrying a whole baby outfit! "F*CK!" I thought. As soon as the outfit touched me, I started crying and screaming my head off. "NOOOOO!" I screamed as thrashed around in Chica's tight grip. "Dude, calm down!" Bonnie exclaimed. "GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed furiously. "Shut up, you little brat!" Freddy snapped. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, CHICA! I HATE YOU!" I screamed at her. Soon, Chica managed to get the outfit on me despite my squirming, crying, and screaming. "Ok, guys! Check out Goldie! Isn't he so cute!" Chica squealed. Chica had succeeded in dressing me up.

There was a frilly bonnet tied around my head paired with a pink diaper. I looked horrendous. "Now, THAT'S what I call funny!" Freddy laughed. "OH MY GOD! THAT LOOKS RIDICULOUS!" Bonnie exclaimed before bursting into laughter. I screamed, cried, and kicked even harder. "Just wait until everyone sees this!" Chica squealed. To my horror, she pulled out her FazMobile phone, took a picture of me, and posted it on Fazbook! Enraged, I gripped the diaper with two hands and pulled in opposite directions. The diaper tore with a ripping sound. Chica gasped, but I still had more evil to do. I jerked the bonnet off of my head and stretched it over Chica's face. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU BITCH? HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" I screamed. Chica let out several muffled screams and started panicking, running around in circles. Suddenly, Chica blindly ran into a wall with a crash. "Oh my GOD, CHICA!" Bonnie and Freddy screamed as they ran over to help a dazed Chica up. I gave Chica a scornful glare, and I stomped out of the room.

Still fuming, I stomped over to Pirate Cove. Foxy was chugging a bottle of wine. "Dude, you're gonna get yourself really drunk," I warned him. "I- I think I already am," He said drunkenly. "God, What ever happened to me? Why did I have to bite the kid? I'm a monster!" Foxy sobbed. "Um, that's not exactly why I'm here. I need to do something to Chica for dressing me up! I need some ideas!" "You w-wanna p-prank her?" He stuttered. "YES! I NEED IDEAS! I snapped impatiently. "W-w-well, you could-" Foxy slurred before leaning over and violently retching. "Wait..." I thought. Suddenly, an idea shot into my head. There were still bottles of ipecac and laxatives in the kitchen cabinet.