Well since I've now become obsessed with Five night's at freddy's

Here are some lame oneshots that just came to me... WARNING: Logic get's missed... a lot.

Still I hope you enjoy.

Chica the animatronic Chicken moaned in pain holding her metal howling stomach in pity. "...So...Hungry..." she gasped dramatically.

She would gladly eat anything to satisfy her growling belly. Well anything that was legitimately edible.

A slice of Pizza lay on a table. Chica eyed the slice hungrily. Her stomach growled once again awakening the urgency for food.

"It'll have to do" She said to herself as she proceeded to attempt to snatch the slice.

Her hands reached out for the slice: Her metal jaws drooling. But all of a sudden the slice vanished... Chica gasped confusedly rubbing her head to how the pizza slice disappeared.

"Where is it?" she asked getting a little desperate for food: even though she was a robot, Even robots needed fuel and for her instance it was human Italian food called pizza.

"Growl" Her animatronic stomach growled as she held her stomach squinting her eyes in pain.

"I need food!" she gasped in pain. Bonnie the bunny proceeded to walk over to the night watch's office to stuff him into a suit.

"Hi Chica!" he greeted his friend cheerfully.

Chica winced. "Do you have any food Bonnie?" She asked the Rabbit weakly.

Bonnie blinked. "Why no I'm sorry I don't..." he shrugged feeling sorry for the hungry pained Chicken.

She made her way to Pirate Cove to see Foxy. "F-Foxy? Do you have any food?" She stuttered getting weaker by the moment. The pirate fox sighed sadly. "I'm sorry me lass I don't have a thing..." he shrugged.

Chica's only hope was Freddy. And or the Nightguard. "F-F-F-Freddy?" She stuttered weakening by the hours.

"Yes Chica?" The joy filled animatronic bear asked his friend. "D-d-d-do you-you-you ha-ha-have any f-f-food?" She asked desperately.

Freddy shook his head. "I'm sorry I don't"

Chica gasped in worry.

Her last hope was the night guard...

Mike nervously flicked o the door lights, he gasped seeing Chica on the right side: although she didn't look as active as Bonnie, Foxy or Freddy in fact she looked weak.

"M-m-m-mike d-d-do you have an-an-any food?!" she weakly asked the night guard.

Mike sat there stunned. "Uhhh... Sure..." He hesitantly grabbed his back of food he brought with him. Why was he feeding a killer animatronic Chicken? He didn't understand his behavior sometimes...

Chica smiled happily instantly putting the sandwich in her metal mouth. "Mmmmmm" she hummed satisfied that she could finally relive her hungry state.

"Thank you so much" She replied smiling at Mike.

He smiled nervously. "N-n-no problem... Chica.." he shrugged still watching for any hostile reaction.

But none came.

After his night ended he couldn't help but feel like the animatronic characters were more sentient than he thought.