January 10, 2015.
What a memorable day that was.
It was a normal day at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, January 9, 2015. At first. Until the night, but that was still nothing out of the ordinary…was it? Oh, no, not the night shift, I mean the animatronics. The toy models were in their normal place, but they were in sleep mode, I guess. Toy Freddy, or Fred, and Toy Bonnie, or Bon Bon, were having good dreams. And Toy Chica?
Toy Chica, or Chickadee, was having one of the worst nightmares possible, for her at least. It was almost like a projection on a screen. Chickadee was in love with the night guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald, since 1987. She was having a dream where the two of them were together. Until night came, when she killed him. “Jer-Bear…” She sadly whispered, with oil leaking out of her eyes.
The next day, Chickadee had a talk with the other animatronics. Fred took that moment to start being tactless. The words he said made her cry even harder.
“It’s your job! You have no choice! It makes me sick seeing you become soft like this!”
Luckily the other animatronics tried to defend her, and then when the evening arrived, all the animatronics were in sleep mode, when a mysterious spirit hacked into Chickadee’s settings, making her the highest A-I level; inverting her settings, turning her love for Jeremy into hate.
She crawled through the vent, and Jeremy went to go check it. “Oh,” She sighed, “It’s just Chickadee.” “Yes,” She smirked, “It’s ‘just Chickadee’.” She lunged at him and started to attack. Finally, 6 AM came around, and she realized what she’d done. “Jer-Bear,” She cried, “Are you okay?” “Just get away from me,” He replied.
She went to the repairman, because she was still leaking. She stared at the diamond necklace she had gotten from her Secret Admirer, which apparently wasn’t so secret, and she left it in the Parts and Storage Room, after the repairman claimed that “There was no way to fix a broken heart”. “He probably wants nothing to do with me,” She sighed, as she left the Parts and Storage Room, leaving the tear stained diamonds in there, and never looking back at them.
Meanwhile in the hospital, Jeremy had a diamond watch that he got from Chickadee. “I guess this means nothing to her anymore,” He threw the diamond watch across the room. “This just goes to show that you can’t be in love with a robot chicken,” Not noticing Mangle’s oil tears dripping from the ceiling.
When Chickadee found out her settings were hacked, she wrote an apology letter, saying it wasn’t her fault. She sent the letter “via Mangle”. When Jeremy received it, he read it, and saw an oil stain by her signature. He sent back a letter that said it was alright, “via Golden Freddy”. Chickadee read it, and she saw a tear stain by the signature.
One week later, Jeremy came back to the closed restaurant. He walked in the restaurant when it opened. Chickadee’s gaze turned directly to him. “Oh, hey Chickadee,” He turned to look at her. Chickadee had noticed that he had a fake leg. “Oh my goodness,” Chickadee cried, “Your leg!” “It’s no big deal, really,” He replied, “It works just as well as a real one.” The whole day, the two were just talking like nothing happened, I guess. Until evening.
When they shared a kiss.
What a memorable day that was.
It was a normal day at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, January 9, 2015. At first. Until the night, but that was still nothing out of the ordinary…was it? Oh, no, not the night shift, I mean the animatronics. The toy models were in their normal place, but they were in sleep mode, I guess. Toy Freddy, or Fred, and Toy Bonnie, or Bon Bon, were having good dreams. And Toy Chica?
Toy Chica, or Chickadee, was having one of the worst nightmares possible, for her at least. It was almost like a projection on a screen. Chickadee was in love with the night guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald, since 1987. She was having a dream where the two of them were together. Until night came, when she killed him. “Jer-Bear…” She sadly whispered, with oil leaking out of her eyes.
The next day, Chickadee had a talk with the other animatronics. Fred took that moment to start being tactless. The words he said made her cry even harder.
“It’s your job! You have no choice! It makes me sick seeing you become soft like this!”
Luckily the other animatronics tried to defend her, and then when the evening arrived, all the animatronics were in sleep mode, when a mysterious spirit hacked into Chickadee’s settings, making her the highest A-I level; inverting her settings, turning her love for Jeremy into hate.
She crawled through the vent, and Jeremy went to go check it. “Oh,” She sighed, “It’s just Chickadee.” “Yes,” She smirked, “It’s ‘just Chickadee’.” She lunged at him and started to attack. Finally, 6 AM came around, and she realized what she’d done. “Jer-Bear,” She cried, “Are you okay?” “Just get away from me,” He replied.
She went to the repairman, because she was still leaking. She stared at the diamond necklace she had gotten from her Secret Admirer, which apparently wasn’t so secret, and she left it in the Parts and Storage Room, after the repairman claimed that “There was no way to fix a broken heart”. “He probably wants nothing to do with me,” She sighed, as she left the Parts and Storage Room, leaving the tear stained diamonds in there, and never looking back at them.
Meanwhile in the hospital, Jeremy had a diamond watch that he got from Chickadee. “I guess this means nothing to her anymore,” He threw the diamond watch across the room. “This just goes to show that you can’t be in love with a robot chicken,” Not noticing Mangle’s oil tears dripping from the ceiling.
When Chickadee found out her settings were hacked, she wrote an apology letter, saying it wasn’t her fault. She sent the letter “via Mangle”. When Jeremy received it, he read it, and saw an oil stain by her signature. He sent back a letter that said it was alright, “via Golden Freddy”. Chickadee read it, and she saw a tear stain by the signature.
One week later, Jeremy came back to the closed restaurant. He walked in the restaurant when it opened. Chickadee’s gaze turned directly to him. “Oh, hey Chickadee,” He turned to look at her. Chickadee had noticed that he had a fake leg. “Oh my goodness,” Chickadee cried, “Your leg!” “It’s no big deal, really,” He replied, “It works just as well as a real one.” The whole day, the two were just talking like nothing happened, I guess. Until evening.
When they shared a kiss.
