A/N: Watching T.V. as I write this. I think it may affect the story. Oh well…. Also, there are almost no other topics for me to write about in this franchise. I may have to find a new one. (I don't want to)

Toy Chica was in a predicament

You see, she wasn't scary in any way. And that affected how the night guard acted around her. The guard wasn't scared of her in the slightest; in fact, the guard would often try to befriend the robot. Toy Chica didn't want to be anywhere near the guard during the night, so she stayed on stage for the first week of Fazbear's Pizza being open.

Until the night before Jeremy came…

12 A.M.

Toy Chica prepared herself for another night on the stage. She couldn't stand being alone up there for so long, plus she needed to move around at night. She decided the best thing for her to do would be to just go to the Parts & Service room and talk to the other Chica.

The chicken made her way to the room, making sure she wasn't in view of the cameras. She snuck through the open door and sat down near the broken down animatronic.

Toy Chica wondered what made the old Chica so scary. There was only a few things wrong with the bird, and those weren't scary. She was just missing a few parts; they all were. That was nothing to be afraid of, right?

"Chica," Toy Chica asked, "Why doesn't the night guard find me scary?"

The withered animatronic was silent for a few moments. Then she said, "You are the most terrifying bot I've ever seen. Everything about you is scary. So don't ask me."

Disappointed, the bird left the room to do something else. But there's nothing I can do without alerting the guard. Ugh, why can't I just look scary?!

Toy Chica hit her head against the wall in frustration. Then it hit her; the old bots are missing parts, and they're all scary. So that means if I'm missing parts, then I'll be scary.

She was happy that she figured it out, but now she had to figure out what she could remove and put back on before the morning. What could she use...?

What about my beak?

Toy Chica decided to get the beak off by ramming her face into the wall as hard as she could. It took a few tries, but the beak eventually came right off. The bird quickly picked up the broken piece of plastic and went to hide it. She found a perfect place near the stage and started her search for the night guard

Look out guard, cause I'm coming for you.

A/N: Oh, by the way, my sister is starting to feel better, but still can't use her right hand for anything.