Holiday Special ~ What it is like
Ch 1: Wishing upon a Star
It was an average, cold night at the local Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. The street was cleared, no cars in sight. The stars twinkled up above with the moon as on the planet there was yet to be any snow. Stray dead leaves rustled and blew around every so often in the chilly wind.
Yet there was a lone figure in the Pizzeria's large front window. It was the purple eyed, yellow chicken mascot with a rather large beak for a chicken named Chica stood against the window. Well, standing as much as her beak would allow her to be, and her hands spread like stars on the glass. She seemed to look yearningly at the outside world, when the wind kicked up some leaves, her eyes would trace their path before the wind died yet again.
Meanwhile inside, Freddy, the blue eyed brown bear dressed in a black top hat and a black bowtie, equipped with a microphone turned to the lavender bunny who wore a red bowtie known as Bonnie. "Bonnie, where's Chica?" He sounded concerned.
"I don't know. Why are ya asking me? I'm not her keeper." Bonnie answered dismissively, as he was busy making sure his red Flying V guitar was tuned.
"Have you forgotten?" The bear asked surprised, to which the bunny did not respond in any manner.
"It be little Chica's birthday tonight, lad," Foxy reminded the bunny approaching the show stage. He is a red furred fox, as the rest of the animatronics, he is a bipedal figure. His eyes are a bright yellow, which seems to glow more than the others at times. His jaw is more open than the others, perhaps it was a weaken bolt or something. There's no argument that he is the scrawniest of the robots, yet unlike his friends, there are random gashes throughout his body that expose his skeleton to everybody. He wears a black eye patch over his right eye, hiding it a majority of the time. He doesn't have a right paw, instead it is a silver pirate hook hand with a black base, and meanwhile his left paw is nothing but his skeleton paw. He is shirtless yet he wears khakis, which end at his knees, probably meant to look like they have been shredded. Then his caves and hind paws are his skeleton version. Yet his back paws, even though they lack any detail, they resemble human feet, being rectangular.
"What? That's tonight?" Bonnie nearly cried out in surprise. He had stopped tuning his instrument.
"Yes." Freddy assured him.
"What can we do?" Golden Freddy asked. He was simply the same bear as Freddy expect he was golden color with a violet bowtie and black top hat and no microphone or eyes to speak of. He didn't even have an endoskeleton like the rest of his animatronic family, since he was called broken. He was never repaired and mostly forgotten by the staff at this point, that he had become an extra yet most likely never to be used. He had to crawl his way over to the main show.
"Uh," The singer choked in thought. He looked down as he thought. After a good portion of time when by a large grin came to his face, leaving the rest of the male cast confused.
Chica sighed. Her eyelids drooped over her eyes halfway as she frowned at the scene before her eyes. She did not even acknowledge a car driving up and parking in the front and a man climb out and enter the building after unlocking the door.
The man had dark brown hair and white. He was average built and height. He was dressed in a black winter coat over his blue button up short sleeve, Freddy Fazbear Security guard official shirt along with black slacks, and black boots. He had a black backpack on his back.
"Chica?" He asked confused while he locked himself in with his key. Once he was done, he turned towards her. "What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing, Mike," The animatronic answered sad and bored. She caught slight interest in the leaves as the wind started to move them again.
"…Okay…you can stay out here as long as you're not seen by any humans, ok?" Mike said with a worried expression.
"I know, I remember. I'm not four." She replied in a sad way.
His frown grew bigger, seeing her so out of it. Without another word, he turned and entered the pizza joint, passing the ordering counter in this short entrance room.
His sad was quickly forgotten as there was a sound of commotion enacting from the kitchen which turned into a mix of concern and confusion.
Instead of settling in the security office for another night, he headed towards the noise noticing that none of the animatronics were around in the main dining area which was filled with long tables in rows, chairs lined the tables and party hats of all colors lined the tablecloths of all the tables that filled the room. Otherwise, against the far was Pirate's Cove, to right of that was employees only door and the large main stage. Across from the stage were three doors, one which led to the kitchen and the other two led into hallways that someone could enter the security office on either side.
"What pan or sheet do we cook it on?" Mike heard Foxy question as he opened the door. He got a glimpse of Foxy who was on his knees, searching through a cabinet for something while Freddy and Bonnie stood nearby him. The Fox showed them a short, long pan.
"No, no. That's a cookie sheet you idiot," Freddy groaned.
"Chica would know, she's always in here." Bonnie commented.
Suddenly Mike was jumped in a flash to the floor. His captor who held him around the arms and covered his mouth and him falling to the floor nearly caused the three other males to jump in frightened surprise looking at them.
"Golden Freddy," Mike tried to say yet it was muffled under the robotic, yellow paw. He looked at him the best he could in their position. To be honest, Mike still wasn't used to Golden Freddy's movements.
"Geez, Golden Freddy," Bonnie swore at him. He gave him a small, annoyed glare.
"Sorry Mike, but I had to do it. We can't let Chica know what we are doing." The golden bear told the security guard before letting the man go.
"Okay. Why?" He asked. He sat up, stretched a little since the tackle hurt him slightly.
"It's Chica's birthday." Freddy answered.
"We can't buy any presents for her, so making a cake is the next best thing." The bunny added.
The human climbed back to his feet and stared confused at the two animatronics. "What? 'Next best thing'? You guys are robots. How can you eat?-" He stopped there. He remembered them telling him about their deaths, which were the five missing children in the news articles posted around the Pizzeria.
"We can't digest at all." The singer answered him.
The night watch sighed heavily. "And that means that the morning employees will have to clean your insides out so you'll function properly tomorrow. If you like me to Golden Freddy, I'll clean you out after the party tonight alright?"
"That would nice, to not be forgotten." He replied with a smile.
"Great then it's settled! We'll throw Chica a birthday party." Freddy smiled at Bonnie and Foxy.
"Where is she?"
"She's in the entrance of this place." Mike answered.
"Why?"
"Not a clue. She didn't feel like talking I think."
"Weird."
"Hold on a minute," Foxy spoke out. He was not standing up. "None of us boys knows what a cake baking pan looks like and neither how we know to bake a cake or taste it."
"Yeah, and who'll keep Chica from coming in the kitchen or decorate the dining room?" Bonnie questioned.
All the animatronics went silent as they thought of what to do.
"After I set my things in the office, I can come back and make the cake." Mike offered. He knew the animatronics were all too young to focus, count, or know what the ingredients were to make a cake. I'll have to replace ingredient again, he thought not thrilled with the idea yet was used to it since Chica for some reason bakes a batch or more of cupcakes almost every night.
"Fantastic!" Freddy cheered. "And Foxy, Golden Freddy, and I can decorate the dining room."
"Just be careful with the decorations."
"We will." The bear answered, going more excited.
"I'll distract Chica from coming back in." Bonnie offered.
"Alright, let get going!"
Chica heard the double doors behind her open as Bonnie came out, yet did not react.
"What's happening, chicken girl?" Bonnie chimed to her.
"Looking outside." She answered, she recognized her band mate's voice.
"Anything exciting?" The lavender robot approached the window, peering out quickly before returning his focus on her.
"Nah," She answered. She still was trained on looking everything out there.
"The people did a great job keeping the streets looking good," He commented. He wasn't interested in the view.
She did not respond.
"So…it's your b-day, want anything for it?"
"Not something that can be given to me again." She moaned.
The bunny stared at her surprising, and then he realized what it was. Everyone creature only gets one, yet humans figured out how to make robots last longer. "Yeah, that's a hard one." He groaned, looking away sad.
"More like impossible," She snarled sadly. She turned away from the window quickly. She faced the floor with her arms hugging themselves, while eyes were closed in a downcast manner.
Bonnie noticed her position changed. Not after too long, he took her into a hug.
When she opened her eyes, she glanced up and looked into Bonnie's red eyes. She wrapped her arms as much as she could around his form. Being female, she was built somewhat shorter than her male co-animatronics yet they were all taller than an average adult human.
"I'm sorry, that I or any creature can't grant what you want but maybe if you make a wish, it'll come true." Her friend suggested hopefully.
"What's the point? None of the kids we see daily get their wishes granted."
"Well, maybe it doesn't happen when they make it, but it happens when they're at home or somewhere else."
A huff air sounded from the yellow chicken.
"How about I see if Mike has the tablet tonight? And if he got those special gloves made for you yet ok?" Bonnie asked after breaking the hug.
It seemed to spark happiness in her as she smiled at him. "Yeah, that sounds great."
"Awesome! You wait here and let me worry about getting that stuff."
"Alright…" She agreed to stay put but felt he was hiding something.
"You're an awesome chick!" He called as a goodbye.
"You're a great bunny boy!" She called back. She gave a small wave as he went through the doors.
It only took the bunny a few minutes to go through Mike's bag and get the tablet and a pair of special sized large black gloves which they were told that works like a human touch on a touch-screen tablet. He quickly returned to the awaiting chicken.
"Got it! And look he got the gloves made!" He cheered as he brought them over to her.
"Wow, they look cool." She said as she grabbed them from him.
"You got that right. Come on, try them on!"
"Okay, okay," She nearly giggled. She pulled them on and looked over them.
There were no tears in the gloves, and they looked like they stretched over her hands to fit perfectly.
"Wow, he did a nice job."
"Yeah, they're perfect," She said with a quivering voice in a strange state of wanting to cry happy tears.
"Now, test them out!" He handed the tablet over to her.
Chica did not hesitate in loading up YouTube and opened the keyboard to type what she wanted to watch.
Bonnie, glancing at the tablet screen, noticed it was a bunch baking videos.
Chica chose out excitedly. She was glad she no longer needed Mike to use the tablet.
Chica and Bonnie sent an hour and twenty-eight minutes watching cooking videos.
Suddenly, Freddy entered the room. "What are you guys doing out here? The party's in there!" He chuckled at them.
"Party? What do you mean?"
"Well, let's go and see!" Bonnie chuckled. He gently took the tablet away and led her into the restaurant.
Chica gasped in utter surprise.
The whole room was done up in colorful birthday decorations, as well as all her friends were there with a yummy looking cook made.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHICA!" The gang of males cheered.
"Oh thank you everyone!" She nearly squeaked. "The room looks great, and the cake looks delish!" She approached the middle table which is where they sat things up.
"Thanks." Mike muttered with a smile.
"Mike is the one that made it." Foxy informed her.
"Wow, Mike, I didn't know you baked."
"I don't, but it was easy enough to follow the directions on the package."
"It looks so good. If only I could taste again," The animatronic chicken begged with a smile.
Everyone around the table was wearing party hats. The robots had modified party hats meaning the string was longer to get around their heads. They gave the birthday chicken her party hat soon enough.
Chica sat next to Golden Freddy and across from Mike and Foxy.
Yet Foxy soon got up and climbed on the main stage, making the audience look up to see Bonnie with his guitar on, Freddy had his microphone ready, and Foxy stood in Chica's spot.
"This only goes out to the birthday girl," Freddy laughed happily. He glanced at Bonnie, about to count down to the song yet a voice cut that off.
"Um, Freddy may I say something to the little lass?" Foxy asked timidly.
"Sure thing." He answered. He handed over the microphone to him.
Foxy held it up to his mouth as he looked Chica in the eyes. "I wish to be pardoned for my raspy singing. We all know I ain't programmed to sing."
The female robot crackled up at that, as well as clapping her hands in joy. "Aw Foxy, you're sweet! You'll be forgiven!" She replied to him honestly.
He smiled and handed the microphone back to its owner, before the "Happy Birthday" song (which Bonnie added music to) was countdown to.
The security guard lit the cake's candles with his lighter as the entertainment sung.
"Happy Birthday, little girl!" Freddy called happily after the song was through.
"Thank you, boys! That was amazing!" She praised them as they returned to the table. "I know I sing, but that was pretty special!"
"Well, we are a family," Foxy told her.
She smiled.
"How about you blow out the candles and let's get into that cake!" Golden Freddy suggested.
She took in a breath and then blew it over the candles, causing them to go out. "I hope my wish comes true!"
"It's sure to," Bonnie assured her.
Mike took out the candles and continued with cutting the cake. He gave the first slice to the Fazbear girl.
"Thanks." She replied and took it.
Soon everyone had a piece at the table and was digging in. Since Golden Freddy had the equality of no bones, the chicken helped him get fork-fulls of cake to his mouth.
"So, I see you got your gloves," Mike commented.
"Oh yeah," She giggled. "They're awesome! Thank you for going through the effort of making them."
"You're welcome."
It turned out to be a very fun night for the Fazbear crew after the party they cleaned up and Chica went back to playing around on the tablet with her new gloves. Mike had to clean out Golden Freddy as much as he could. But eventually six o'clock rolled around, so his shift was over.
"It's six already?" Chica moaned. She gave the tablet and her gloves back to Mike.
"I'm sorry, but yeah it's six."
"I was having so much fun."
"I know, but I'll be back tomorrow night with the tablet and your gloves."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise. If I don't take the gloves, who knows how the other staff members will react if they find them."
"Right, cause robots aren't suppose to own anything or wanna own anything."
"I'll see you tonight."
"See you tonight." She said goodbye before going to her spot on the stage.
As Mike finished packing his stuff and started to leave, he noted that the animatronics had returned to their original spots in the pizzeria. With a smile, he let himself out and locked it behind him. He got in his car, started it up and soon was heading home as the sun was slowly coming up.