WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS FUNNY BUT HAS GOLDIE THROWING UP GLITTER AND FREDDY SPITTING UP.
"Hi, Freddy!" Uh oh. "C-Chica?!" Freddy felt his cheeks starting to go red. And then he felt himself grow smaller and smaller until he was finally the size of a small cat. Goldie face palmed. "Alright- we all know the spell works properly now," Goldie muttered, his words muffled by his hand. "Well at least my stupid baby-self is gone," That's when Goldie got an idea. "True..." Goldie started. "But your still a baby~" Freddy blushed again. "Well I bet you can't throw up GLITTER!" Freddy shouted. "Fine. If I actually throw up glitter, you have to spit up like a baby." Goldie smirked. "Deal." The both of them ran outside to do they're disgusting dare. "You first." Freddy said. "Fine.. but don't watch me... that's just weird." Goldie went behind the building. But secretly, he used that fake-vomit stuff and put glitter in it while making the best barf sounds in history! (DO NOT IMAGINE IT) He laughed at his creation and knew that Freddy would still have a bit of baby in him- that means he'd be oblivious. Not to everything, though. "WHAT-" Freddy's eyes widened. "That is not normal. GO SEE A DOCTOR!" Freddy pointed a paw at him. "Your turn..." Goldie smiled widely. Freddy made a pouty face. "Nope. It was part of the deal!" Freddy rolled his eyes and mouthed "fine". Almost 20 bottles of milk later... "OOH, NO. I CAN NOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Freddy stopped suckling and bent over Goldie's shoulder. (oh no here it comes) Freddy's eyes rolled in his head, making a HUGE headache occur-but then he actually spit up ON HIS BROTHER. "Ew..." Goldie put Freddy down. " .Happened." Freddy said seriously. "Agreed."