Warning: the anamatronics in this story are not identicle to their in-game counterparts.

Ya know, after hearing the history of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, I started to wonder why I took this job at the 'grand reopening'.

Of course, I used to come here when I was little, scared me shirtless back then too. My first night here, well it wasn't pretty, and I went home smelling like piss, but I was alive. Of course I told managment about everything, and I do mean everything, but they shrugged it off as me overreacting. The second night was a lot like the first, except for the newer version of Chica which was near identicle to the first, it just stood in the shadow of the office hall, starring at me while I wore that Freddy mask. Damned creppy it was. But I did notice the other anamatronics didn't come around as often while it was there. On the third night I met Mangle, that damned thing scared the shit out of me, almost litteraly. When I came back the next night I brought my damned baseball bat, but the only anamatronic there was Chica. On the fifth night, I may have done something stupid, I was fed up with the crazy bullshit, and the half finished heart attacks, so I finnaly stood up at my desk, threw off the Fazbear head and glared at the robot-like chicken.

"Is there something you want? Or am I just more interesting than an empty stage?" I yelled, before plopping back down with a sigh. "Fine, come on in, I could use the company." I muttered.

To my suprise, and a bit of horrer, the robot did just that, it stepped into the room, in its pink pantie things, and bib, hell it even had the gall to pick up the Bear hat and put it back on my desk.

I wasn't bothered by any other anamatronic that night, nor did Chica leave until all the lights came back on at six, and Franky, my replacmemt came in.

Early yesterday morning they shipped all the old broken down endoskeletons, and their suits to be recycled. Something I was thankful for. The paper also said they couldn't find Foxy, but I sure as hell did. Little fucker snuck into my office while I was doodling a picture of the sentry-like Chica. Asshole screamed at me, and then ran away, giggling like a child. I could have swore Chica was frowning at the bastard.

When I came into work today Chica was already in my office, looking down at the desk, were my doodle was discarded. For one reason or another I ignored this, and instead sat down, and began my shift. The chicken never moved though, just sitting there looking over my shoulder as I drew dumb little doodles. I could have swore I heard a girl giggle every now and then. I chalked it up too to much coffe, and kept on wasting time until morning. About halfway through the night, Mangle crept up to the door, creepy fuck just stood there for a while until Chica let out a heavy beep, and the damned fox took off into the dark. I didn't complain, if Chica wants to play guard dog, I say let her have her fun.

That morning, after all the automatons were back in there places, and people began filling in for parties, I went to the boss to ask about Chica. His response, well it changed my mindset a bit.

"Ah so you've noticed eh?" He chuckled. "We tried a new program, Chica's just the first. She watches the kids, and how they react to things. She learns what they like, and don't like, and uses that to make them happy!"

So I did a bit of thinking, and from what I can come up with, Chica figured out I didn't like how the other anamatronics acted, so now she stays with me, and keeps them away while I do my job. Makes me appreciate her just a little bit more now, knowing that she was acctually putting some effort into keeping me around. But all of that happened nearly a month ago, and without me to torture, the machines had found more, creative ways of entertaining themselves.

Like stacking chairs on tables, or openning every single door, before going back and shutting them all again, sometimes they played music, or sang, and other times it looked like they were dancing crudley in the party room. It got to the point I acctually had to start leaving the office to put the chairs back so they could 'play' some more. Chica followed me everywhere, always watching the other bots'. Eventually the other tobots began to ignore me too, don't know why but it made nights like tonight easy.

I was sitting In The party room, with the lights on, watching the robots dance around akwardly. Mangle was off in the corner trying to doodle on a massive sheet of paper, though his two left hands made that quite a chore. That creepy little marionette was dancing from table to table like he was serving drinks, and all the while Chica sat in the chair beside me, picking at a cupcake with one of her own feather themed hands. If I tried hard enough I could imagine a room full of kids playing around, with me and Chica baby-sitting. Every now and then Foxy would poke his head out of the broom closet, his newest 'foxhole' before going back in.

"Ya know Chica? This job isn't as bad as I thought it would be."

For the first time in awhile Chica managed to suprise me, when of all things, she nodded, it was the first time it had ever happened, and fore some reason it put things in a new perspective for me. Just how much could she learn? Obviously they added the same program to the others, but she had, had it for at least a month longer. I just shook my head and went back to watching Freddy stumble around while he danced. It was a relativley peacful night, or it was. At about three AM I was starting to get tired, so I when back to my office, Chica pattering along behind me, and sat down in my comfy little roller chair. I let out a groan, and leaned back, it was pretty fucking cold, with it closer to the end of the year, and my jacket didn't do much in the way of warmth.

"Damn, are the owners really so stingy the can't turn up the thermostat?" I sighed.

"C...Cheap, ssskates."

Again I was suprised, this time enough to fall over with my chair, holy shit! Chica just talked. I scrambled back into my seat, and spun it around to face the anamatronic chicken. My mouth was pressed shut in a thin line, she didn't move just sitting there on the chair I brought in a few days ago.

"Say something else!" I urged her, her magenta eyes just stared at me for a moment before looking at the ground.

She cracked her beak open, but what came out wasn't what I expected. "Leeeets Party!"

It was one of her prerecorded phrases, although it was the same voice, a higher pitched female voice, with a bit of a staticy undertone. For the first time since I got there Chica looked crestfalled, like she hadn't met my expectations. I didn't think the mechanics in her face could even let her look that upset. Of course I didn't build them, so anything is possible. Now I kind of felt like a dick though, asking her to do something she can't.

I rolled my chair backwords until it was even with her. I let my right hand rest on her shoulder. "Hey now, don't feel bad. It's not your fault."

She turned her face to me, a small smile on her beak. I could have swore her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Then again, I could have just been seeing things. I had been having problems getting any sleep latley.

The next day when I came in, a small note sat on my desk, when I sat down to read it the whole crew came around to watch, it was strange being watched by all those eyes, but I ignored the feeling. I sat in my chair, and picked up the small note.

Dear employees of the Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria,

We regret to inform you that the grand reopening of the franchise has failed. Due to rising costs, the establishment is being auctioned off, as are the anamatronics. All employees are required to turn in their one week's notice.

Thank you.

My shoulders sagged a bit, it would really suck looking for a job again, this one was pretty good. Especially after the first week. I dropped the note and leaned back, letting my hand rest on my face. I didn't have near enough money to buy this place, nor did I have some big way of increasing our income.

"Well, there goes my good mood." I muttered. While each of the anamatronics walked back out of my office, looking depressed. Chica stayed, as usual, but it didn't make me feel any better. She sat in her chair, staring at the note wearing that curious little frown again.

I leaned back a bit more, and faced her. "Hey come on now, it won't be so bad. Imagine working at a Chucky Cheese's!"

She didn't seem to like the joke, instead turning her frown to me.

"Yeah I know, it was a bad joke." I waved a hand dismissively.

For some reason as the night went on, and it got closer to six AM, Chica began to get...clingy. staying so close, most of the time I could feel her furry feathers tickling my arms. The other anamatronics didn't even move from there posts. I knew good and well it would make them lock up in the morning, but maybe that's what they wanted. How was I supposed to know? At least Chica kept walking with me, it would have been a much more somber trip to the manager's office to drop off my notice if she would have just stayed on the stage. By the time I made it back to my office, it was near two in the morning. When I sat down at my desk, Chica stood infront of it, looking down at me whith her hands clasped behind her back. If I didn't know better, I would have said she was embarrassed over something.

I went back to fling out my nightly report, all the while Chica stood there shuffling in that nervous way, until at about three she spoke again.

"Don't...L-leave. M.m. me."

When I looked up I was met with something impossible, Chica was...well she was crying. Actual tears sliding down her cheeks. I was dumbfounded. And just sat there for a few seconds processing the situation. It was about now that the manners my mother beat I to my head kicked into gear. There was a girl, albeit a robotic, feathered girl, but a girl nonetheless openly crying, and I was just sitting there. My mother would ha e beat me. I stood, and was around my desk in seconds, Chica moved at the same time, clamping both of her large arms around my midsection. On her tip toes she might be eye level with me, but right now she was nearly a head shorter than I was. I wasn't expecting the hug, but when she started crying into my chest I didn't hesitate to put my own arms around her shoulders.

This situation was so fucking strange, I was holding an automaton, who was crying into my uniform, and shouldn't be able to cry in the first place. Her eyes were sqeezed shut, and I finnaly noticed that the eyelids weren't seperate on the mask, in fact other than the two small bolts at the corners of her mouth, and the segmented areas on her joints, I could have swore she was made of flesh. I let her cry for quite a while, the whole time I as thinking. There was something off about this place ever since I got here, I couldn't put my finger on it, but it had something to do with how real she looked right now, it just had to.

That or I was fucking crazy, which is also a valid option.

As Chica began to calm down, a sort of... stiffness returned to her. She didn't quite feel fake, but she wasn't completley real anymore. It was so damn confusing, and as much as it pained me to say it, this anamatronic chicken was my friend, technically my best friend considering how the others treated me at the start.

"D.d.d. Don't, L-leave."

I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't have a choice. "I won't." I promised.

XxXxXxXxX

The next few days were spent trying to find a way to keep my promise, most of the anamatronics have been sold off already, with Bonnie, and Mangle being the only ones left. Of course Foxy was still hiding out there, and I figured he would just keep hiding there for quite a while. I made a trip to the bank this morning, cheap living conditions, and a moderate pay has left a few thousand dollars in my bank account recently. It wasn't much, but if my plan worked, I could keep my promise. The whole time I was doing this, that little voice everyone hears kept nagging at me, why was I doing this, it's just a robot, they don't feel, or care. Hell, they tried to kill me on my first week there.

But every time I began to think like that the memory of Chica crying came to me. No mere machine can just start crying, nor can they suddenly become, mostly, flesh. I have invested to much time and effort into maintaining that place, risked my life far too often. I'd be damned before I give up that easily. I came into work an hour early today, with the owner working as manager after he quit, I was hoping to talk to him about buying Chica, and all the things that went along with her.

I knocked lightly on Mr. Burhns' office door, and a soft 'Come in.' followed. I silently shut the door behind me, the heavy envelope in my pocket seemed warm for some reason, like it was trying to burn me.

The aged man behind the desk smiled at me, a small smile that made him seem tired. "How can I help you today, son?"

I choked down the knot in my throat, and held out the envelipe to the man. "Actually, I want to help you." He glanced at the envelope, and the large number scrawled on its side.

"And what's this then?"

I could have swore someone fed me concrete this morning. If the lump that had settled in my stomach was to be belived. "Okay, um I wanna buy one of the anamatronics. Specifically Chica."

He looked at me strangley. "Son, those things are worth five hundred tops. This is nearly three thousand."

I nodded. "Yeah, but I'm gonna need spare parts, and suit pieces too, so I figured I could buy the rest of that too..."

He stared at the envelope for a bit, then looked me in the eyes. "What do you plan on using her for hmm?"

I noticed he didnt call her an 'it' like most people do, what was he thinking? "Well, I was thinking about using her as an entertaining service." His gaze hardened a bit, and I caught my mistake. "F-for like, birthdays, and junk. Like those rent-a-clowns!"

His gaze sofened a bit, and I felt the tension in the room ease. "Alright, but I can only take half of what you have."

We sorted out the money, and as I tucked it back into my rear pocket and began to open the door, he said something that made my blood run cold. "And by the way, make shure you take Foxy with you tomorrow, he's been making a mess of that closet for quite some time."

My jaw dropped open, and when I turned to ask him what he meant, the office chair was empty, and his half of the money was gone.

I ran back outside, a cold chill running down my spine. I was right, creepy things happen inside that place.

Nightfall came far too early, and I found myself at my desk. Strangely, Chica hadn't shown up in the thirty to fourty minutes I had been here, so I picked up the tablet, and took a look through the cameras. Most of the rooms were empty, save for Foxy's closet, and the stage. Chica was crouched there, knees drawn up to her chest, and facing away from the camera. She was hiding something.

I grabbed my flashlight, and my baseball bat, just in case, and began walking to the stage. Foxy poked his head out as I passed his closet, waveing a little at me. Poor guy, probably though I would shove him in a suit. When I got to the door for the backstage area it was locked, and I wanted to try something.

"Chica, I know you can hear me. Open the door please."

I got silence as an answer, so I assumed she was ignoring me, pulling my security card from my belt, I slid it through the reader, and the door opened with a quiet 'click'. I walked inside, knowing full well the lights wouldn't turn on in here.

I could see Chica hidden behind a stack of cardboard boxes, in full view of the camera but half hidden from the door, she was still facing the wall. "Chica I'm coming over there, I wanna know what's wrong okay?"

She didn't answer, so I just walked up to her, and sat beside her on the hardwood floor dropping my bat on one of the boxes. I put my hand on her shoulder, noticing the familiar warmth was gone, though she did flinch. I pushed her shoulder a bit, forcing her to face me. Her eyes were downcast, and her cheeks were wet again, even though she wasn't crying. Close to the end of her beak, on the right side, was a scuff that marked up the pristine orange paint, the bolt that held her beak on on that side was also sheered out of its housing.

"Chica," I whispered. "What happened?"

She winced again, before trying to speak, unfortunately, her bad language skills, and broken jaw made that quite impossible. I shushed her for a second, before carefully pulling the screw all the way out, letting her beak sag on one side, which she obviously found uncomfortable, before lining the beak back up, and carefully screwing it back in. I didn't have a screwdriver, so the screw was a bit loose, but at least she could talk now.

She hesitated, resting a few fingers on her corrected beak. "A man. C-came, take Ch, Chica in box. But-t Chica want stay. Fight B-back. He hit har, har, hard."

Tears welled up in her eyes, as her body warmed under my hand. "C-Chica sorry." She whimpered.

I held her close to my side, apparently she was mostly fleshy now, as her body had become soft, and malleable. It suddenly brought to mind her figure, and how it was supposed to be more woman-like in her second incarnation. That, and the fact that she was scantily clothed, well my face turned several shades of red when her chest pushed against my arm that damn bib doing nothing to hide it.

She was very real right now, of that I was sure. She continued to hug me for quite a while, never really moving except for the shallow breathing she had begun doing. I was tempted to ask why that happened to her, but maybe not knowing was what made it possible? Eventually her despaired grip changed, and instead of clinging to me for emotional support she was clinging to me because she liked it. At this point I lost track of time, just sitting there with the mechanicle chicken.

And guess what? I kinda liked it too.