Me: "You know how Goldie pranks Chica?"
Goldie: "Hehe"
Yeah, so I saw something funny in the reviews section, so I decided to post it right here. I don't usually do this, but here goes!
*Freddy shakes vomit off of feet, splattering it all over Bonnie*
Bonnie: "HEY CHICA!"
Chica: "YEAH?"
Bonnie: "I'M SINGING IN VOMIT RAIN!"
Chica: *BLARGHYA*
Bonnie: "AWESOME!" *HIGH FIVES GF AND FOXY*
All credit goes to "A Friend", who was a guest reviewer.
-When night fell, I decided to start. I had checked on everyone, and all of them were sleeping like rocks. Trying to be as silent as possible, I stealthily crept into the kitchen, locked the door, and turned on the lights. I pulled out a pizza recipe, and got started, but instead of water, I used a whole bottle of ipecac! I then did everything like normal, flour, butter, yeast, eggs, but I also threw in a whole bottle of laxatives! This way, if Chica ate the pizza, she would be violently ill for a long time! After a long and boring process of baking the pizza, I took it out of the oven to decorate. I know that you might think I just put regular toppings, but I didn't. I added ANOTHER bottle of laxatives to the tomato sauce, and I dipped the pepperoni slices in water mixed with ipecac! Not too long after, my evil creation was done! Now, I just needed to replace Chica's pizza with the super-emetic laxative pizza! There would be no problem with having the others eating the pizza, because Chica's food was always labeled with a sticky note that said, "Chica only. Off limits for all but Chica." I snickered as I switched the pizzas and put the sticky note on my laxative-ipecac pizza. Chica may have gotten away with humiliating me, but she definitely won't enjoy having to spend a full day in the bathroom!
When I woke up, it was already noon, and Chica was about to have her lunch. I decided to implant an audio bug under the table where we ate lunch so that I would know when Chica was about to puke her guts up. But I needed a place to hide my other audio transmitter device so that I could hear what was going on! "The supply closet!" I thought. There was a trapdoor above the supply closet that led to the attic! I could probably hide my audio transmitter up there, or even better, turn it into my secret hiding place! I clambered nimbly up the shelves and pushed open the trapdoor. The attic was fairly big, but it was full of dead bugs. Shuddering, I quickly gathered up the insects and put them in a box. I could dump them on Freddy, or better yet, hide them in tacos! After a few minutes of plugging in many wires and a pair of headphones, I was ready to go! I swung open the trapdoor, clambered back down, and dashed to the kitchen.
Foxy was sitting at the table, eating a salad. Bonnie was eating the leftover lasagna from the day before, and Freddy was eating macaroni and cheese. I whispered to Foxy, "Whatever you do, don't eat the pizza!" "Why?" He asked. "You'll see," I replied. "Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Bonnie asked. "Oh, we were just talking about something that I saw on FazTube that you probably don't want to see," I lied quickly. "Well then, why did you have to whisper it?" Freddy asked, suspicious. "It contained a bunch of swears and messed up scenes that you probably didn't want to hear," Foxy lied. "Well then," Bonnie said as she continued to eat her lasagna. "Whew! That was a close call," I thought to myself.
I heard Chica's distinct heavy footsteps coming down the hall, so I quickly put a wireless audio bug under the table near Chica's seat. I then climbed into the supply closet, climbed up the shelf, and got in the attic. I immediately plugged in my headphones, sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed what I heard. "Hey, Chica!" Someone said. "Oh, hi guys! Have you seen Goldie?" Chica asked. "No, he probably ran off to go somewhere else," I heard Foxy lie. I smirked. That imbecile Chica was easier to fool than a brainless fly! There was a chomp, followed by a nauseating chewing noise. "That's good pizza! But, huh. It tastes, well, a little weird, perhaps. Oh, well. It's probably just a bit old," Chica said. God, that nitwit didn't even suspect anything!
I heard some giggling, some gossip about me, and that went on for a while. Chica droned on, and on, and on about how "cute" I was. I groaned. This was the boring part, but it was worth the results. After about 20 minutes, I heard what I wanted to hear. "I don't feel too good," It was Chica's voice! "You okay?" Someone asked. "No, no, I don't think so-" YES! Chica's sentence was interrupted by a retch. "We've got to get you to the bathroom!" Freddy exclaimed. Snickering, I ran to the bathroom as quickly as possible. Sure enough, Chica was leaning over the toilet, about to hurl.
"Guys, go away! AW-" The sentence was interrupted by a barrage of vomiting. I watched in delight as my plan came to action. "Oh, my God, Chica!" Bonnie exclaimed. Chica wipe her mouth. "Oh my god, oh my god! I would yell at you guys if I could, but I can't!" She whined. Foxy burst into the door. "What's happening? I thought I heard someone barf!" He asked. "Um, yeah, that's Chica," I replied. Chica was vomiting uncontrollably. "OH MY GOD, MY STOMACH IS ON FIRE!" Chica screamed. I snickered. "That's what you deserve for humiliating me," I muttered under my breath. "Help me!" Chica moaned before doubling over, missing the toilet, and hurling all over Freddy's feet.
"WHAT THE F*CK!" OH MY GOD, EWW, EWW!" Freddy screamed frenetically. Just before Freddy shook off his feet, I darted into a cabinet under the sinks and yanked Foxy in as well. "What the hell?" Foxy exclaimed. Several nauseating splattering noises sounded, as well as several screams and shrieks. "I just saved you from vomit rain, so you better be grateful!" I snapped. Foxy opened the cabinet door to find Bonnie covered in vomit. "Oh, thanks," He muttered. Bonnie shot an angry glare at Freddy. "What are you looking at?" Freddy snapped.
"Somebody! Get the phone! Call 91-BLEEHHHH!" Chica managed to say before collapsing on the toilet in a fit of vomiting. "I'll go! Anything for you, Chica!" Freddy exclaimed as he ran out the door. "Eww," I thought. Freddy's coquettish behavior toward Chica was absolutely repugnant. After dialing fervently for quite a while, Freddy slammed the phone down and exclaimed, "There's nobody available on the line! Here, Chica! Take these!" Freddy shouted as he tossed a bottle of anti-emetics toward Chica. I honestly don't know how those got into the pizzeria in the first place. "What an imbecile," I thought. The anti-emetics wouldn't be able to cease Chica's violent vomiting. Freddy took a pill out of the bottle and offered it to Chic, but before Chica could swallow it, she failed to suppress her hurling and vomited all over Freddy's hands!" Foxy, Bonnie, and I all burst into laughter. "Looks like Mr. In-Love-With-Chica got puked on again!" I exclaimed. Bonnie and Foxy giggled. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Freddy screamed furiously, hands dripping with vomit.
Guffawing, I ran out the bathroom door, followed by Bonnie and Foxy. Foxy pressed an ear up to the bathroom door and sighed. "Well, Chica stopped hurling. I guess the fun's over, now. I'm gonna go," He mumbled. "Wait!" Remember, I put laxatives in that pizza!" The fun's not over yet, as long as I'm here!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Although, the laxatives won't take effect for at least another half hour," "Great! I can use this time to clean all this puke off of me," Bonnie said. "Ok, you guys go ahead, just be back in 30 minutes when the fun begins," I said.