Yes, I am doing the unthinkable. I never really liked shipping robots, but ya know what, yolo. Time to join the rest of the fandom in the trash bin (wait, that's Undertale).

This is merely just for fun. Please do not get mad because of the shipping. Chica needs some love too you guys. Mangle gets shipped with just about everyone, Foxy and Bonnie are kings of Yoai, and Toy Chica…. Make sure you have safe search on for her. Chica seems to always be left out… so I'm gonna give her some love ️! Fazbear style!

Disclaimer: I do not own FNaF or any of it's characters. Scott Cawthon does. All hail Scott!

It was 3 Am at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. A single bird screeched outside as the sound of dripping water echoed through the dark Pizzeria.

Mike was currently snoring. He had been here so long the animatronics lost interest in him. They figured that instead of wasting their time trying to kill a night guard they aught to do something of value. Mike shrugged it off as a change in programming and took the opportunity to sleep like a normal human being.

Chica was in the kitchen, cooking food for the morning. It was… an okay pass time, mainly because she had nothing else to do. She had to constantly swat Bonnie away from whatever she was doing (they couldn't even eat, why was he bugging her?) while making sure not a crumb was out of place for the morning. And that her beak was clean after shoving pizza in it (she still couldn't eat, she just liked pizza. Hypocrite).

They had an old radio in the kitchen. It hardly worked and picked up very few stations, most of which were country. They had fixed that issue by taking a piece of metal from Foxy's endoskeleon (voluntarily, of course) and taping it to the antenna. This allowed them to get a few more stations. Chica currently had one on that had a variety of different kinds of popular music. She had it low as to not alert anyone.

Chica wondered if Mike could hear from the kitchen cameras, if he even checked them anymore.

The current song, "Bulletproof" as it was called, was extremely catchy, Chica decided. She found herself shaking to the music as she cooked, with not a care in the world about how odd she probably looked.

That was until a loud cough made her limbs freeze. Chica looked over to the door, hot pan in her hands and violet eyes wide.

Freddy was casually leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed. Microphone in one hand. He looked slightly surprised, but masked it before Chica could be sure.

Chica did not like the awkward air she was breathing… not breathing?

"Ummmm…. Hi, Freddy."

Freddy grunted in response. Chica straightened into a more dignified pose and dropped the pan onto the counter. It was rare Freddy walked about the Pizzeria without a purpose. He was a bear of few words, and was oddly secluded. Once upon a time long ago he was more friendly, but Chica could hardly remember.

Now she hardly knew how to address the "big boss bear".

"… Is there something you want?" She asked slowly. Freddy looked away.

"…No."

"…then can you leave?"

Freddy grunted again and slowly walked away, his steps heavy.

What… just happened? Chica asked herself. She shook herself before turning to her cooking.

She was now much more self conscious. He felt like there were eyes watching her without a seconds rest, and even the catchiest song couldn't get a reaction from her. Eventually, she decided it was enough for one night and turned to leave…

And bumped right into Freddy.

Chica jumped back, while Freddy looked down at her and blinked in surprise.

"Freddy? What are you… I thought I asked you to leave!" Chica out her hands on her hips, slightly ticked. Why was she being stalked by a bear?

Freddy looked away for a moment.

"Did you want something?" Chica asked again.

"… yes."

Chica rolled her eyes. Of course he couldn't say so the first time.

"Okay. What?"

Freddy was silent for a few breaths. His ears twitched a few times.

"I… wanted to ask… if I could- I mean you could teach me how to… cook?"

Chica took a step back.

"Huh?"

Freddy had an agitated look to him before snapping back into expressionless mode.

"If I learn how to cook I could do my job of making the children happy with more efficiency."

Chica raised her brow and snorted.

"You just want something to do, don't you? You don't have to sound like a robot, you know."

Freddy's eyes narrowed.

"We are robots."

"You know what I mean. You could've asked before instead of stalking me. It's creepy."

Freddy blinked.

Chica fixed her… bandana (she would brutally murder anyone who called it a bib) and walked past the tall bear.

"Be here at 12:30 tomorrow. It's too late to do anything and I've already made everything we need for tomorrow."

Freddy glanced from her to the kitchen.

"What… time is it?"

"5:57."

"Hrn." Freddy grunted.

Chica looked back at him.

"I never remember you being so… grunty. You do know how to talk, right?"

Grunt.

"Okay. Bye." Chica waved.

As Chica returned to the show stage, she wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Lol. Grunty the bear XD

I'm going to try to have most of this written before uploading. It'll just leave editing and make it so that it's much easier to finish. This isn't going to be a very long story, just so you guys know. Anyways, remember to tell me what you guys think, and I'll hopefully see you guys next time!

I hope you all have a wonderful day/night,

❤️

Comycat~