As the clock on the wall struck midnight, movement began in the floors of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
The gears and circuits within the three animatronics started shifting as they buzzed to life. The metal endoskeletons within them all started whirring as the limbs started to move. Within seconds, their eyes opened, acting as human as they could be within their furry/feathery suits.
"Gosh, I'm hungry!" Chica, the yellow chicken on the right side of the stage, exclaimed. With a ruffle of her feathers, she leaped down from the stage. "I'm gonna make us some pizza!" She looked up at the other two animatronics. "Favorite toppings?"
"You know I don't like pizza all that much, Chica. Just make sure you don't blow up the kitchen like last time," Freddy Fazbear, the big brown bear and the well-known leader of the group, said flatly as he got down from the stage. Without another word, he headed down the hall.
Chica knew such an answer was expected. Freddy almost never smiled or laughed, and he seemed devoid of showing any emotion. But she knew he was just being himself.
She then turned to the last animatronic onstage. "What about you, Bonnie? Anything you like?"
Bonnie blinked as his servers went online. "Uh...maybe just pepperoni?" he said, noticing that his voice box cracked a bit.
Chica apparently took no notice. "Anything you want, Bon!" she chirped happily. She then proceeded to run over to Pirate's Cove and yanked back the gauzy purple curtain. "Heya, Foxy! I'm making pizza! Any toppings you want?"
Foxy, the mahogany-colored pirate fox groaned slightly as his mechanics finished warming up. "Ay, lassie, ya barely got Ol' Foxy here wakin' up! Can't I get me some more shut-eye?"
"C'mon, Foxy! Snap outta sleep mode and tell Chef Chica what you want for breakfast," Chica pleaded incessantly.
Foxy grinned; you could never refuse Chica. "Alright, I guess ye can make a sausage one fer me," he said finally, standing up. "But I don't want no peppers, ya here?"
Chica giggled slightly. "Sure thing, Foxy!" she said, as brightly as ever. "And for me, a large supreme special, with all the works!" She then dashed into the kitchen, and within a matter of seconds, pots and pans began clattering around, along with her occasional clucking.
"Ya want some help, lassie?" Foxy called out over all the noise. "Now, remember what the Cap'n said. He don't want no more 'splosions."
"Sure, I could use some help," Chica said as the pots and pans stopped clanging. "I can't seem to remember where I left the tomato sauce!"
Bonnie watched as Foxy got down from Pirate's Cove and walked into the kitchen. Soon the clanging of pots and pan resumed, with Chica and Foxy laughing from time to time.
He sighed. His heart was leaping for Chica. He had been secretly in love with her for as long as he could remember. But he was always too shy to ask her out. She was always so outgoing, so bright and vibrant...would she even want to be with a shy bunny like him? Would she accept his proposal if he asked?
He got down from the stage, wringing his hands nervously as he went to sit down at one of the party tables. He stared mindlessly at a bright yellow party hat. What could he do? No one else knew about his feelings for her...
Bonnie thought about telling Freddy, but one look around the pizzeria told him that the boss was nowhere to be seen. Plus, he didn't want to bother the bear. He looked plenty busy already.
What about Foxy?
Foxy was his best friend; perhaps he had advice about talking to Chica. The two did hang out pretty often. Plus, Foxy was as outgoing as the chicken; surely, he knew something.
"Gah, this is so hard," he said to himself, putting his face between his hands.
Why was it always so hard to confess love?
He was in love with her.
He couldn't figure out exactly when he had fallen for the lassie, but ol' Foxy knew it was a mighty long time. He felt his heart jump whenever Chica asked him for a favor or when she wanted to share her lunch with him. Foxy knew that was strange, since it took a whole lotta guts for the lassie to give up her pizza. It was special to her.
Foxy wanted to be special to her, too.
For ages, he had been musterin' the courage to ask her out. He wanted her to be his first mate.
But whenever he started askin', his sea legs gave out and he always backed away. He always failed. Millions of thoughts poured into his head.
Would...would Chica even want to be with this ol' sea dog, with his broken-down body and his accent?
...
Darn, why was it so hard to confess his feelings for the lassie?
Maybe he should talk to something about this. No one else knew about his feelings for sweet Chica. How would he ever be able to ask her out? How would he ever get her to be his first mate, for ever'n'ever?
Foxy automatically knew not to tell Freddy. He knew it wasn't something worth troublin' the Cap'n over. He had his own problems, with runnin' the establishment properly and keepin' the crew in check.
What about Bonnie?
Bonnie was one of his best mates. Surely, he'd know something about confessin' this here love. Maybe them bunny rabbits knew a thing or two about feelings and things like that. They were fluffy, weren't they?
Perhaps he could help Foxy confess his feelings for the lassie.
The doors burst open, making Bonnie look up in alarm.
"I got us some pizza!" Chica exclaimed happily. Three big boxes full of pizza were in her arms. The yummy aroma wafted through the air.
Bonnie couldn't help but lick his robotic lips. Chica's cooking was beyond spectacular. Many years of working here at the pizzeria had really toned her skills to pure perfection. Bonnie couldn't understand why Freddy didn't like it.
Chica spread the pizzas along the tables. "Pepperoni for BonBon here, sausage for Foxy-Loxy there, and supreme with all the works here, for me!" she said in sing-song.
Bonnie's heart melted when she called him BonBon. Normally, cutesy nicknames made him want to disappear off the face of the earth, but when Chica called him those, he didn't care anymore. She could call him her baby and he wouldn't blink an eye in protest.
Foxy couldn't help but blush when she called him Foxy-Loxy. Usually, he detested nicknames, but he didn't mind what Chica called him. Hell, she could call him every foul word on the seven seas, and he'd still love her.
The three then proceeded to eat their "breakfast", even though it was technically 12:30 AM. Freddy never showed up, which was normal for them. They didn't mind, since they knew this was the way he normally acted.
But right now, both Bonnie and Foxy's minds weren't on Freddy's absence. They were completely focused on Chica. Even though she was a messy eater, they thought she was eating like an angel.
I have to confess my feelings for her, both of them thought.
