The yellow chick giggled as she hopped into the repair room. "Hey, Mangle! The shows over wanna grab some grub?" she asked the disfigured fox animatronic. Mangle was supposed to entertain the younger kids, like toddlers. Instead she ended up becoming a toy for them. Pieces of her being taken off and stuck back on. The managers decided that fixing her would be too expensive so they let it become a thing the children could do when they wanted. "Mangle? Did ya hear me?" Chica asked.

"Hm? Yeah I h-heard you," Mangles voice box stuttered, her voice mixed with static, "I w-was just thinking… But yeah l-let's go get something to eat." Mangle tried to stand but she slipped. Chica rushed from her position at the door to help her friend get up.

"Are you okay?" The chick asked.

"Yeah I'm fine…" she lied. 'Of course I'm not, do you know what those children do to me…' she thought, not daring to say it aloud. Mangle hobbled out of the room, her arms around Chica's shoulder. She made sure not to accidentally hit the shorter girl with her second head. They made it to the kitchen and Chica helped Mangle up onto one of the counters. She sat there as Chica got her something to eat. Chica dug through the employee refrigerator. Mangle watched as she searched. 'So happy and upbeat' she thought. Her eyes started to travel lower. 'Really good body…nice thighs…' she quickly shook both her heads, extremely glad she couldn't blush. Chica suddenly stood up, shutting the door. Mangle's body was heating up, she felt condensation on her forehead. Chica walked over empty handed. The chick hopped up on the counter, sitting close to Mangle.

Chica sighed,"I guess they cleaned out the fridge today there's nothing there!" she exaggerated that last part by throwing her hands in the air. Mangle glanced down as she did, watching Chica's breast plate jump for a second. "I just cant believe it! Can you, Mangle?" she looked over at the fox.

"Hu-uhh?" more static than before, "I c-can't believe it either," she swallowed and looked away from the shorter girl. Chica tapped her chin.

"Maybe I could make a pizza!" she took off her beak, showing that permanent smile underneath it. She set her beak on the counter.

"I-I'm not really that hungry, Chica, you don't have to…" Mangle could only think of Chica wearing a tight-fitting apron.

"Aw nonsense! I'll make us a pizza real quick!" Chica nodded, hopped off the table, and walked to the other side of the room to get an apron. She put the apron on and turned to Mangle. "Haha so how do I look?" Chica struck a pose like it was a joke. Mangle let out a staticky giggle before she could stop herself. "Haha… Mangle, I've never heard you laugh before…" Chica sighed. Mangle felt herself heat up again. Chica strode over to where Mangle sat. She reached for her beak and placed it on her face before leaning into Mangle. She placed one hand on the side of the fox's face and kissed her. Neither of them closed their eyes. Chica pulled back staring at Mangle. Mangle couldn't move, her body was too hot. Suddenly, she moved quickly knocking Chica to the floor. Mangle, laying on top of Chica, kissed her forcefully. They stayed like that for a while. The fox pulled back suddenly realizing what she did.

"O-Oh my G-God, C-Chica, I'm s-so sorry!" her voice glitching bad, heavy with static. She covered her face and crawled off of the chick. Chica pushed herself up and leaned over where Mangle had set herself. "I-I didn't know what I was doing please don't be mad at me!" Mangle managed to say through static.

"H-Hey, Mangle, it's okay…" Chica said putting a hand on Mangle's endoskeletal shoulder, "I started it… and I kind of liked you doing that…" she whispered.

"W-Wait, r-really?" Mangle said looked up at the chick.

"Really," She chuckled before kissing Mangle again. Mangle realized that Chica was still wearing the apron, but it had holes in it now.

"O-Oh no, I tore up the apron," she said reaching out and tracing the holes with her finger tips. She felt somewhat ashamed of her metal body.

"Aw, it's okay," Chica replied hugging Mangle, "the employees will fix it themselves, so are you sure you don't want me to make you a pizza?"

"Actually, I am kind of hungry," said Mangle, smiling. Chica stood up, smiling too. Mangle stood up the best she could and climbed onto the counter again. Chica walked over to the ingredient closet, swaying her hips teasingly for the fox. Chica got everything ready for the pizza and began cooking it in the stove.

"So, what do ya wanna do while we wait?" Chica said in seductive voice.

"What have y-you got in mind?" Mangle tried to copy Chica's voice but it cracked and she hoped Chica didn't mind it. Chica whispered something into Mangle's ear. "We could do that…"