(Bonnie's POV)
I thought of Danielle in my head. She was pretty. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. Except her son had blond hair. I didn't mind. Then I realized something. If we were the five children, and our souls are haunting our bodies, and were dead, does that mean Danielle is dead?
I thought about this for a while. Then Freddy came in the room. I looked into his eyes before he sat down next to me.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey Bonnie" he said back.
"So listen. About those visions, I feel like being those children is weird. I'm 28, you're 30. Isn't it awkward?" I said feeling blushy.
He put his arm around me. He hugged me tighter than ever.
"Nothing's awkward with you and me." He said politely.
Foxy came into the room, rubbing his eyes. "What up, love birds?" He said yawning.
I looked at him with a dirty look and I thought why was he up this late. Foxy was the antisocial of the group. He was always asleep in Pirate Cove. When it came to 4am on Night 3, Foxy is always active.
"Listen here Foxy. We don't know if you like Chica." Freddy said chuckling.
"Pfft, you think I like that annoying chicken. All she ever eats is pizza. She never likes anything else. Besides, she probably doesn't even like me." He replied.
"Foxy! I hope you remember that Chica is my friend! We've been for so long! I don't need YOU trying to get us all into a fight!" I said.