Hey guys and gals, this is my first story (obviously), and I want to thank everyone who is taking time out of their day to read this! Now, onward to the story!
Guard's POV
Checking cameras, checking lights, closing doors. Repeat. Same old same old. *Pots and pans banging together* Chica is in the kitchen, great. What on earth does she do in there anyways?
Chica's POV
"Dang it." She muttered under her breath. She had just dropped ANOTHER pot. She loved to cook but she found it so hard to do with her joints rusted and shaky. She finally found what she needed after dropping at least half of the pots and pans in the kitchen. Now that she had everything she needed she could make her pizza.
*Ding!* "Ah, the pizza's done!" Chica responded to the dinging timer happily. She took the pizza out of the oven and sat it down to cool off. "I should go ask the guard if he wants any." She thought to herself, she didn't really like the night guard but it was the nice thing to do. She walked to the guard's window and stood. She was about to knock when he checked the lights, when he saw her he slammed the door down in her face. "Rude." She muttered, she decided to walk back to the kitchen to eat the pizza she made.
When she got back and checked to pizza, she found it was the perfect temperature to eat. And so, she ate it and enjoyed every bite.
The End.