***No, this title totally wasn't ripped off from a JT Machinima song... Anyways, here I am, back to FNAF. With the latest game coming out, I decided to put this idea up for the Internet to see. FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon, a certain OC belongs to me, and let's begin!

Chapter One: Chica

11:55 PM. I sighed as I pulled up to the establishment. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. A place that one held good memories, but they had all been terribly marred by a bad-no, a horrible one that still affected me to this day, just about twenty years later. I checked my reflection in the mirror above the dash to see rust-colored eyes behind glasses looked back at me.

"If it gets me the money I need for the rent, then I'm willing to work in this pile of bricks," I muttered. I zipped up my hoodie and made sure the gloves I wore to hide my little "secret" were decently placed before going inside.

During the day, everything looked okay. But at night? The place was pretty darn creepy. My black combat boots against the checkerboard-patterned floor sent a shiver down my spine with every echo. I wasn't much of a runner, but I picked up the pace until I reached the back off and sat down.

There were posters of the different animatronics on the walls, enough cobwebs for a spider army, and...a rotten cupcake on the desk? The fondant eyes seemed to be...staring at me. I gently slid the plate with the cupcake on it far away before the phone rang. I was quick to respond.

"Is this Alison Foster?"

"Yes."

"Your name sounds familiar..."

"I don't wanna talk about it. Who are you and why are you calling me?"

"Call me Phone Guy. And I'm here to provide you with some useful information about your new job."

"Shoot for it."

"First, there's the introductory greeting that I have to read. It's a legal thing, just bare with me. Anyways, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike. Where fun and fantasy come to life..."

XxX

It took forever before the Phone Guy hung up. About an hour had passed, to be exact. At least the information he gave me was useful. I pulled up the monitor and clicked around, occasionally looking up to check the luckily-vacant doorways. Things went smoothly until three AM came, when Chica was no longer in the backstage.

I shut down the monitor and rolled away from the desk. "I don't want to hurt you! You've already hurt me! Just chill in the backstage or something! Don't kill me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I sighed, brushing my short, back hair behind my ears.

"Do you really mean it?"

I turned and saw Chica in the doorway. My voice nearly gave out from my one scream alone. Chica cried out in response and covered where her ears would've been. But before I could've slammed the door down, she changed.

She melted into a small girl instead of a clunky animatronic. Her hair was bright blond and in pigtails, highlighting the brightness of her sky-colored eyes. She wore a yellow shirt, orange leggings, orange slip-on shoes, and a bib reading "LET'S EAT!" was tried around her neck.

I was frozen in my place for what felt like forever. "Don't kill me," was what I eventually managed to squeak out. Chica giggled. "I promise, I won't hurt you. Well, if you promise, I won't hurt you. Well, if you promise not to hurt me or my brothers, that is," she said. I slowly went over to her. "Okay, I won't hurt you. But can you explain, like, all of this?" I asked.

"Well...technically, the human forms are just a nighttime thing. They aren't possible to take during the day. My brothers don't like taking their human forms often. Well...Freddy and Bonny don't. Foxy stays in Pirate Cove behind his curtains all the time, so he could be in human form all night, every night without us knowing. We all gain more energy for the next day shut down in animatronic mode, anyways. But when I heard that you didn't wanna hurt us, I just had to break the rules and meet you!" Chica explained.

The last part was what caught my attention. "Who keeps rules around here?" I asked. The smile dissipated from Chica's face at that. "Golden Freddy...we call him Goldie. We've never seen him in human form before, nor do we know where he is. He's just always sort of...here. Anyways, he says that the only reason we're allowed to see nightguards is to kill them and only in animatronic form as well. But I don't care what he says! I wanna be your friend, and that's that," she decided.

"I'll be your friend too, then. Sit down and we'll roll through this night together. The name's Alison, by the way," I said. I sat down on my chair and Chica pulled a spare one up next to me.

We talked and got to know each other, all while keeping the boys in place.

"Hey, uh, Alison? Can I ask you something?" Chica asked at around 5 AM. "Shoot for it," I said, hyperfocused on the camera system before me. "Why are you wearing those gloves?"

My focus was lost then. "I would have to bring up something I don't want to remember to explain it," I said at last, my voice hushed.

Chica frowned. But, she nodded. "I understand," she said simply.

XxX

It was currently 5:57 AM. "Three minutes until six. You should probably head back to the backstage," I advised. "I will. Well, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you tomorrow!" Chica said. She went back into her animatronic form and left, her metal stomps as she left unbearable to listen to.

When the clock hit six, I put all of the things I'd used back in their places before clocking out and going out to my car.

Yes, I thought grimly, I'll see you tomorrow.

***I forgot how long the Phone Guy speaks to you on the first night of the first game. If I got it wrong, then oh well. Anyways, leave a review on the way out (be easy), and I'll see you in the next one! Bye!