One day in Freddy's Pizzeria Bonnie and Chica were hanging out eating pizza and little children. "Damnit Chica we had pizza yesterday, become a better wife or we're getting a divorce." Bonnie complained, staring at Chica over his slice of pepperoni.

"Well sorry honey, but being in a shit infested little kid concentration camp of a place seriously limits on what we can eat." Chica explained to her husband. "Besides I thought you liked pizza, that's why we moved here right?" Chica then stood up and started walking to the master bedroom, A.K.A. the public restrooms.

Bonnie then yelled after her, "Hey what you gonna do about these dishes damnit."

Chica then turned around and screeched. "I've washing the damn dishes since we were married, which was six fucking years ago. I swear Bonnie I feel like I'm eventually going to go out and find another man that will respect me, like Foxy. Foxy would make a great husband, that hook hand makes me so moist." Chica said dreamily looking into space. "I just hope my prince will come one day."

"Well you can start waiting by loading these dirty ass plates into the dishwasher." Bonnie then dropped a stack of dishes into Chica's open arms and ran away to the bedroom laughing on the way. "Haha I tricked you, now you have to clean." His hurtful jeering slowly disappeared as he ran further into the pizzeria.

Chica then started crying, tears gushing down her face into a cup. She then drank her tears and sighed in pleasure. Drinking her tears always seemed to cheer her up when she was sad. "Now I'll go and wash the dishes I guess." She made her way to the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes after five hours of cleaning she finally finished the two plates they used. "Phew after all the hard work I guess I should go to bed." Chica said to herself because she's a crazy bitch.

She opened the door to the bedroom to find Bonnie sitting on the bed with a blanket covering him from the neck down. "Hey there my chicken wings." Bonnie said smooth and seductively arching his eyebrows. Chica stared at Bonnie in confusement unsure on what to say. "While you were away cleaning I realized that you aren't just there to cook and clean. So I hope that this makes up for not being there for you." He lifted the covers to reveal he was wearing leather bondage that was too tight so it made his sweaty fat stick out like wet lumps.

Chica gasped and turned away covering her eyes with her wing trying not to barf. "Wow Bonnie where'd you get that?" Chica asked trying to change the subject.

"Well actually funny story you see, I was going through a preschooler's backpack and guess that was a pretty kinky toddler." Bonnie said shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. "But that's not important now, when I want to do this." He jumped off the bed and kissed Chica on the beak, making her blush a bright red color.

End of Chapter One