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Anyway, here's the third chapter and as you can see, it's CHICA! Since I'm pretty sure some people want to see the relationship between Nick and Chica, I'm pretty sure you'll be satisfied with this one.
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Chapter 3: Chica
3:30 am...
"So, uh, why'd you bring me here?" Nicholas asked with a slightly annoyed frown. "I was in the middle of something."
"Need your help with some cooking." Chica, as she opened the door and stepped to the side, rolled her eyes as she allowed Nicholas to walk before her. He could practically feel the sarcastic wave of her arm welcoming him into her 'holy place' known as the pizzeria's kitchen. "And by something, you mean watching weird videos of humans… whatever those things are, getting shot by a gun?"
As soon as Chica stepped in after the guard and flipped the light-switch, the black man turned around with narrowed eyes. "Zombies. Those human things you saw were called zombies. They're technically dead humans."
"Dead humans?" Chica reeled back in disgust. "What kind of things do you look at in your spare time?"
"Lots of things. Video games, funny fails, cartoons, hentai." Nicholas listed with a blank face, as if he hadn't a care in the world. His eyes narrowed in thought at the last topic. Then he nodded. "Yup. Definitely seen more than I needed to know about the last one."
"And hentai is…?"
"Something you really don't need to know." Nicholas quickly answered. "You're already a walking sass machine trying to find things to tease me about." He smirked. "And I won't let ya."
Once again, the huge chicken rolled her eyes. "I'll find out soon enough."
"No ya won't."
"Only the future can tell."
"You plan on asking kids and their parents, don't you?"
"Yup."
"You'll get fired if Charles gets a harassment complaint." Chica stopped just before her hands grabbed the handles of a cabinet. Her eyes stared at Nicholas in slight horror. "Trust me. It's better you don't even mention it. Especially around Bonnie. You know how she is when she gets curious."
"… I'm disturbed at what hentai could possibly be, but maybe it is best that I don't know." Chica shook her head and continued what she was doing, pulling out a couple of pots. Her beak creaked into a smirk. "Especially if you're interested in it."
"Hey, not everything I watch is as… detailed and inappropriate."
"Nick. Zombies?" She reminded. "I just saw a dead human get blown up by a blinking ball. Blood flew all everywhere and I saw a hand hit the screen. And did I hear 'Ka-fucking-boom, maggot-addicts' in the video?"
"Black Ops is a good game. You wouldn't understand." Nicholas huffed with crossed arms. "I don't like people disrespecting COD. So keep yapping. It'll give me an excuse to leave."
"Fine, fine. Jeez, take a joke will ya." Chica waved a hand to stop her friend from walking out on her. "I actually do need help making some new food that isn't pizza. And I know you know how to make food. Don't think I don't hear you criticize my food during the day. I always hear what you say."
"That's creepy. Makes you sound like a stalker."
"Like that first day you started working here?"
"You shut up about that!" Nicholas felt his cheeks grow hot at the memory.
Chica could see his embarrassment as clear as day. She tapped her chin after placing down the pots and pans on several stovetops. "Hm, yup. I remember it as clear as day too."
"Chica!" He remembers it too. Much to his chagrin.
"Is it really alright, sir?" Nicholas asked, wanted to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. "'Cuz I don't think putting me on the job so soon is a good idea. I'm not really experienced-" He looked back to the white haired man as he gently pushed the new guard out of his office. They were a floor above the dining room, where they could both hear the singing of animatronics and laughter of children. Followed by the beeping sounds of games.
"Nonsense, my boy!" The manager chortled as he patted his back. "You don't need much experience at all! Ya just gotta sit back and watch to make sure nobody comes in to steal my money or mess around with the animatronics. Oh, and enough with that sir crap. Just call me Charles."
"W-Well, if you say so." Nicholas responded slowly. "What time should I come in?"
"12 am. But it doesn't hurt to be a little early!" Charles joked. "And if ya want, you can hang around the pizzeria for a bit before then. Just as long as you're awake long enough to do your job."
"Understood. I promise I won't break anything." Nicholas gave the older man a sheepish smile. "I tend to touch things when I'm bored."
"If that's the case, then I should give you a few tips." Charles smiled back and poked a finger into Nicholas' chest. "First things first, don't be using up too much power. We're kind of on a budget since a generator broke, but that should be fixed in a couple of days. Nonetheless, once that power goes out, you'll be sitting in the dark until sunrise."
"Got it."
"Second, make sure to keep an eye out for the animatronics. Even though they got their Free-Roam modes on during the day, that doesn't mean they don't like to wander around for a bit. Just make sure they don't hurt themselves or break anything."
"Free-Roam at night though? Isn't that a bit unsafe? What if they choose to walk out of the pizzeria?"
"Oh, no need to worry about that. After the incident with Foxy escaping and running around during Halloween, I've asked a couple professionals to install a code in their AI's. Should they step a single foot out of the parking lot, they'll shut down immediately."
"That's good." Nicholas breathed in relief. "I got a little scared at the thought of chasing an animatronic through town without getting into the wrong kind of trouble." Although, somewhere in his mind, he secretly wanted to see what would happen if they got free. To be honest, he remembered hearing about Foxy getting loose.
Guess he wasn't going crazy when he saw a giant red blur running through a park all those years ago.
"Yup. But that shouldn't happen anyway. The animatronics know better than that."
Nicholas snorted. "You make it sound like they're people."
"Trust me, you'll know what I'm talking about." Charles shrugged as he took a step back into his office. "You'll see how special they really are when you go in tonight." He assured before closing the door and returned to his work.
Nicholas just blinked before shrugging and walking to the staircase to join the partying people below.
"Special huh?" He mumbled as he walked downstairs. "Better not be some Night at the Museum type shit…"
Nicholas just stared as he slowly took a bite out of his pepperoni pizza. However, even while the food left him feeling satisfied, staring at the drumming Chica left him feeling a bit unnerved. Even with large hands, she professionally used the drumsticks to play catchy beats.
'Probably programmed with basic drum-solos.' Nicholas thought.
Still, out of all of them, Chica was the one who creeped him out the most. And as a kid, she scared the ever-living shit out of him.
While Freddy - who was helping clean up a soda spill at a table - was the gentlest out of all of them, his size still intimidated Nicholas into believing a malfunction could end up with a kid getting injured or worse: crushed to death.
That wouldn't help the pizzeria's reputation one bit if another accident like that happened.
There was already the Bite…
Nicholas shuddered at the thought of even one of the animatronics causing another accident. Especially Chica. He took another bite as he watched her drum on stage. She was looking down and her arms were moving as if they were on a system. "Creepy ass duck…" He said to himself, not realizing he said it loud enough for the chicken to hear.
She had stopped drumming and immediately looked up to stare him in the eye.
His teeth stopped just before biting down on his pizza.
Her eyes, while robotic and emotionless, casted an eerie uncertainty over him the longer he stared. It was almost as if she was glaring at him. But she said nothing. Only sitting there at her drum-set, watching the person who insulted her with silent intensity. Nicholas shook his head slowly, but never took his eyes away from hers. That was until he realized they've been staring at each other for nearly an entire minute.
He sighed and turned around, walking away from the stage and finishing his pizza. "Weirdo."
He didn't notice Chica narrow her eyes.
Nicholas whistled a tune as he zipped up the zipper to his jeans and turned around to flush the toilet. "Damn," He muttered. "That pizza goes straight through me. Gotta be careful about how much I eat." He stepped out of the stall and continued his daily routine for Code Brown.
Walk in.
Sit down.
Think of life.
Finish.
Wipe.
Get out.
And finally, it was his last step before he left to go home and get some sleep for his night-shift.
Wash hands.
Again, the guard whistled to himself until he was done scrubbing soap thoroughly around his dirtied hands and drying them off using the electronic dryer on the wall.
However, as he walked out of the bathroom, he nearly screamed bloody murder when he found Chica standing around the corner with wide, watching eyes. Fearful brown met robotic purple as Nicholas placed a hand over his racing heart.
It just now occurred to him that he had jumped back and slammed himself against the wall, injuring the back of his head.
He winced as he touched the sore spot before glaring at the chicken. "Not cool Chica. Not cool." He scolded before walking around her and making his way through the kids, all the way to the main entrance and exiting to the parking lot.
He muttered something as he left. "Ducks man. Never liked them."
Chica clicked on the inside of her suit for a few seconds before walking back to the stage.
"Oh my god, this better be a goddamn prank because I ain't laughin'!" Nicholas hissed.
The tablet screen flashed through camera after camera without any sign of pause. He had lost one of them. One of the animatronics was actually walking around the building. Just like Charles told him about. Not only him, but the Phone Guy as well.
Something along the lines of "They get a little quirky at night" to "They'll stuff you in a suit."
Meaning that each of the animatronics in the building would freak out if they saw him after hours and tried shoving him in a suit filled with broken metal pieces!
But instead of Bonnie – sweet, sweet Bonnie who'd always play patty-cake with children – or Freddy – the main animatronic who's a gentleman in servos – it just had to be Chica to be the first one chasing him down! Nicholas felt a chilling shudder run up his spine.
He didn't even want to think of what would happen if Foxy got to him first.
"Where the fuck is the duck!?" Nicholas roared as his eyes tried to keep up with the flashing screen, trying to pick up any and all signs of the chicken throughout the building. The only camera that left him feeling unnerved was the kitchen monitor, which was left blank with only sound to help him.
*Click...!*
Nicholas froze and sat up straight, taking his eyes off the tablet.
*Click…! Click-Click-Click-Click!*
"Oh heeeeell no!" With a mighty shout of defiance, the guard nearly tumbled out of his chair trying to hit both of the buttons to the doors. As soon as the thick metal doors slammed down, he fell back in his chair and let out shaky breaths. "Not today, you damn duck. Not fucking today…"
*Beep! Beep!*
With a "Huh?" Nicholas looked down to the blinking tablet that showed a warning sign telling him that he was using too much power. And from the battery life, he was now at 83%.
And dropping with each second.
He looked at the time. His hands shot into the air with a "Dafuq!? I gotta survive for 5 more goddamn hours!?" The guard soon began to rant to himself in outrage. "I went from a shitty job at McDonald's to a suspicious job as a night guard, only to end up fighting for my life against a creepy ass devil duck!" Letting out a long, mentally-exhausted breath of air, the guard let his head roll back over the chair. He needed to relax-
*Thunk!*
'Oh no,' Nicholas thought as he sat up slowly. His head wasn't supposed to touch anything! 'Please god, don't let it be-' His blood ran cold as he looked up into the angry purple eyes of Chica Chicken. Her eyes narrowed to thin, dangerous slits as she placed her large hand on Nicholas' shoulder.
His mind went blank.
"I. Am not." Chica's beak clacked together in agitation. Her grip tightened with every word. "A. FUCKING! DUCK!" She shouted, accidentally letting out a terrifying mechanical screech. Not only that, but the power had shut off from the overuse of electricity.
Nicholas would've covered his ears. No, even better. He would've got up and ran back home, foregoing the Phone Guy's instructions to stay safe in his office.
But he couldn't.
Because he passed out in the chair, his body leaning over to the side like a limp noodle.
Chica stopped screeching and blinked in surprise. She tried to shake him back awake until she heard the quick shuffling of feet. From the left door, she saw Bonnie poke her head through the door with a cross frown and put her hands on her hips. "Chica! What did I tell you about your language-" The purple bunny stopped when she saw the unconscious guard slowly falling out of his chair.
Her eyes locked with Chica's, who gave her a nervous chuckle and a shrug in return.
"Again!?" Bonnie groaned before walking out of the office. "Freddy!" Chica heard. "Chica's killing guards again!"
"Wait, no-"
"CHICA CATHERINE CHICKEN! GET IN HERE NOW!"
"… fuck my life." She sighed, dragging the guard out of the office along with her.
Nicholas' mouth was etched into a straight, unentertained line as Chica howled with laughter. "It wasn't that funny, Chica."
"Yes it was!" She retorted before going back to laughing. "I scared your ass good! You nearly shit yourself too!" The chicken was laughing so hard that she barely caught her name being called from the stage area by her bunny companion, followed by "Language!".
Bonnie was never ok with inappropriate words. Not even when Charles did it.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." Nicholas said sarcastically. "You're lucky I didn't run out of the building instead of passing out. I would've had the damn SWAT team blowing this place up."
"Oh, don't go all tough on me now! Don't forget that you practically begged for life when you woke up on the stage! If it weren't for Freddy explaining how we're not murderers, you'd have gone insane trying to fight back!"
"… Fuck this, I'm leaving." The guard scowled as he walked straight through the door with an angered huff.
Chica, who was now trying to get her laughter under control, raised a hand to stop him, but he was already out of the kitchen. "Come on, Nick! Don't be a baby!" If she could see through walls, she was sure Nicholas was flipping her the bird. With both hands. She rolled her eyes before calling out again.
"I have a chili recipe I wanna try out!"
…
"I'll let you take an entire batch home!"
She crossed her arms, tapped her elbows and counted in her head. 'One…Two… Three…'
Nicholas barged into the kitchen like a soldier ready for war, face steeled with confidence. He held out a hand towards the chicken. "Apron." The yellow animatronic tossed him a pure white apron, which he gratefully caught in hand. He tied it around his waist and neck without stopping in his walk. Not even when he walked by and picked up a bag of potatoes.
Chica smirked as the guard pointed at her with burning determination dancing in his eyes.
"Rev up those fryers, because we're making fries with this bitch!"
"Nick!"
"Sorry Bonnie!"
Probably the most amusing chapter in this damn story. How was it guys? Just leave some feedback in the review section! Oh and I'm pretty sure some people are gonna ask me what the hell are the other animatronic's middle names. So I'll put it in a list below:
- Freddy Felipe Fazbear
- Bonnie Beatrice (Betty) Bunny
- Foxy Felix Foxtrot
- Chica Catherine Chicken
- Golden (BLANK) Freddy
You'll have to guess Goldie's middle name :3
I'll leave it here guys so I don't take up more of your time!
King of Swag, signing off! Peace!
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