Amitiel pored through newspaper after newspaper, hoping to find a job so she could pay rent. "Come on, come on…" She murmured. Finally, she found a job posting.

A black and white photo with the header "Help Wanted!" took up more than two stories' worth of the page. Underneath was 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza,' followed by 'Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift (12 A.M. to 6 A.M.). Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.'

"Sounds easy enough… I'm a night owl anywa- 'Not responsible for injury/DISMEMBERMENT'!? The hell does that mean?" She shouted. The actual likelihood of her getting hurt at a pizza chain of all places was slim to none, unless she cut herself making a pizza or something. Still though, $120 a week might be worth the risk…

A couple hours later, she sat in the manager's office. "Is everything alright, sir?" She asked, for the man had been nervous and sweaty the entire time she was there.

"O-Of course! I-It's just… W-Well… You're the first person t-to apply in 3 weeks! I've been trying to get a call out, but no papers have taken them!" He replied, exasperated. "All this nonsense about children disappearing and the animatronics smelling of carcasses is ruining the business!"

She grimaced. "So, do I have the job then?"

The man nodded furiously, giving her a uniform, and showing her where the office was. "Be here by 11:30 tomorrow! I'll give you your keys then and you can be on your way.

A day went by. The restaurant was closed, and the animatronics were supposed to be deactivated. Unfortunately, they were not.

Chica was the first to move about. "Did you hear those people? They actually found someone stupid enough to take the night guard job!" She squawked, her voice garbled due to the lackluster performance of the maintenance crew. "A-A-And It's some short-stack l-l-little girl!"

Bonnie stretched, servos creaking. "I'm impressed and disappointed this place hasn't been closed down yet. But I guess I can understand why. The kids love us, even if we are a bit on the broken side." He, too, suffered from subpar repair work, with his legs and ears much too stiff. "I ju-just hope this girl puts up more of a challenge than that la-last guard."

Freddy motioned for them to return to their 'deactivated' states. After all, their target had arrived, and Chica was not wrong. A short woman with purple-black hair walked up to the stage in that blasted guard uniform. "Hmph," was the only sound she made before going back to the office.

The clock struck 12, and the air developed a palpable tenseness. They saw the stage camera move for a few moments, then the red light vanished, signifying she'd moved on to a different camera.

"Bon-Bon-Bonnie, do it now," Freddy ordered, and the dull blue bunny knew exactly what he meant. Causing a ruckus, Bonnie got very personal with the camera just before the red light returned.

A loud yelp told them she was at least a little on edge. The light quickly died again, and Bonnie returned to his spot. Allowing themselves a laugh that surely raised the girl's hair, the trio stood stock still.

Chica stole a glance at a nearby clock: 12:56. "Nearly time to work my magic," she thought as the camera light died away again.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here..?" Amitiel murmured as she turned the camera system off for a minute. First that mini jumpscare set her on edge. Then the creepy laughter only made things worse. She wanted to go out there and knock whoever was messing with her upside the head! But, something told her that would be a VERY bad idea, especially considering she was the only one there.

She jumped a bit when she heard distant clashing and clanging of pots and pans, and then she growled a bit. "Alright, that's it. I'm gonna slug whoever is in here screwing with me!" She shouted, storming out of her office. As she walked past the stage, she saw Bonnie and Freddy looking at her funny, but she just assumed it was her imagination.

What there was NO mistaking, though, was that Chica wasn't up there with them. "So somebody is in here with me, huh?" She grinned. "Aight. Bet."

Amitiel was not prepared to see, however, Chica herself making all the racket. "What. The. Fuck?" She blurted, shocked and confused. How was the chicken moving? Why was she making so much noise? And why did she look shocked as well?

Behind her, Amitiel heard a garbled "Language, young lady!", and then the sound of fluffy metal hitting fluffy metal. That wasn't what had her attention, though. Chica had a knife in her hand, and she looked so ready to kill.

"We-We-Well well~" She cooed. "Bonnie hoped you'd be a b-b-bit more of a challenge, but that furry blue numbskull al-al-always jinxes us!" The chicken moved with surprising speed for a 30 some-odd year old robot, and nearly cut Amitiel across the chest. Instead, the sound of a knife striking metal was heard, as Amitiel had barely blocked with a cast iron pot. "O-O-Oh! You're quick on y-your feet! But it won't save you!" The chicken swung the knife once more, only to cut air this time. She looked down, expecting to find the girl crouched lower.

"Hey you blonde bird bimbo!" Chica looked up, eyes lighting up in rage at being called that. Apparently, the girl had jumped up and grabbed the highest dish shelf to avoid the knife! "Ya missed!" She let go, the shelf breaking and dropping plates directly onto Chica's head, shattering into dozens of sharp pieces. This only served to piss the chicken off as she began to squawk furiously, slashing madly into the air.

Back on stage, Bonnie couldn't hold back his glitchy laughter. "Di-Di-Did you hear her, Fr-Freddy? "Blonde bird bimbo!" I'll ne-never let Chica live it down!" He cackled. That runt of a girl certainly had a sharp tongue.

After long hours filled with their best attempts (that was within their parameters), the clock chimed 6 A.M. Bonnie and Chica returned to the stage, fuming. Expecting the girl to book it as soon as she could, they were surprised when she came out of the Parts and Service Room with a toolbox.

"Judging from how you moved and spoke, I'd say the maintenance staff is absolutely shit at their job. It might not hurt to take a quick peek," She said, shutting Chica down and cracking her open. "Holy hell, I was right. Chica's servos are all rusted and her wires are shot. Maybe I'll give you all a tune up on the weekend... " She closed Chica up and activated her again. "I may be back later today for some pizza. Oh! Right!"

Hope you enjoyed this (possible) starter chapter. I know this franchise has been done to death (Literally), but I think there's still a whole lot of creative license writers have with it. So, you let me know: Was it good? Should I do another chapter? Is Chica really a blonde bimbo?

Tata~