(Hello! I have nothing really to say, I am still thinking about doing that lemon within the story, should I?, Oh well, Enjoy chapter 4!)

You awoke, your senses flooding you suddenly, you felt the warm pillow smushed against your face, the bright morning sunlight shining down on you, bathing your apartment in golden light. It looked soothing, relaxing, you heard the birds outside fluttering around. It was a truly peaceful morning. Until you realized that you had a animatronic powered down in your closet, next to you all night, like that was not creepy enough.

You groaned and slid out of bed, blankets flopping onto the floor as you sluggishly dragged yourself to the bathroom to wash up. Sighing, now knowing that you had to go to work.

You picked up your toothbrush, smeared some toothpaste on it and started brushing, as you did, you decided to check up on Chica and see if she was up..or activated, whatever. You stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the closet. You grabbed the handle and you felt a wave of...nausea come over you. As if something bad was about to happen, a bad omen so to speak, and it would start with you simply opening the closet.

You pulled open the closet and you were brought with a sight of Chica, of course, but still deactivated...Why was she still off? Can she not turn herself back on?

You tapped on her beak, "Hey Chica..You alright?" You said with a tone of worry. You looked into her eye sockets, nothing but inky black. You looked on her back for a switch, a control panel, hell a goddamn light switch, just something you could use to turn her back on, Nothing. You looked all over, her head, stomach, arms and legs, still nothing. You thought maybe it was located on her...not so family friendly place. Fuck it you had to check.

You quickly flipped her bib, revealing...Well what did you expect? All you got was a face full of chicken breasts, a fine size you might add...Ah! Brain shut up and focus, you looked, no switch. You quickly swatted the bib down and tried to shake off the dirty thoughts dancing in your head, taunting you. There was no way you were gonna grope a animatronic chicken.

You turned around to dial the phone to call your boss for help, you picked up the phone, but then slammed it back down, your boss would probably wonder why you needed to know this, one thing would lead to another, and all of a sudden you were charged for stealing a animatronic chicken, even if you told them what happened, like they would believe you anyway.

You had to do something, you quickly thought of a idea, go to your car, put Chica in the backseat, drive to the pizzeria, walk inside, and go to the parts and service. There had to be a manual or a how-to guide somewhere in there, and if all else fails, you might have to confront your boss, Shit.

You swiped your keys off the table and shoved them in your pocket, you were gonna need them. Quickly, you slid the closet door open and put your hand on your chin, thinking about how you were going to get this downstairs with noone noticing, as well as shoving her into your car, Ughh, you should of just called for a sick day. You took a hold of Chicas leg, and slightly tilted it over, grabbing her shoulder and swinging her under your arm. You shoved open the door and heard it slam behind you as you walked down the hall, complete with fancy rugs and lights, the lights bounced off Chicas yellow plastic legs.

You boarded the elevator and hoped that noone decided to use it, unless they wanted to share it with a animatronic chicken and a weird guy holding her. You nudged the button and the doors slowly slid closed, leaving you with nothing but the hum of the desending elevator.

As it was moving, your hand that was holding her leg slipped, due to the yellow plastic casing, as before you knew it, you were squeezing her ass, huh, guess you were gonna grope a animatronic chicken after all. Puzzled, you felt around, it was very odd, it almost felt real, It felt as if you were squeezing a yellow pillow, but more...metallic. You giggled, maybe you really were childish, but maybe because you were squeezing a animatronic chickens ass, you didnt care really, there was so much that could happen and wind you up in a shitton of trouble you couldnt care what you were holding at this point.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you quickly moved your hand back to her leg, as if that would make you less creepy. You looked to the left, then the right, noone, thank god. You rapidly made your way across the lobby to the exit, still hoping nobody would show up and freak out.

You barreled through the doors and ran to your car, you didnt even check what time it was, you could be very early, or very late, you had no idea. You propped the chicken against the hood of your car as you unlocked the backseat door and swung it open, you grabbed Chica and gently set her in the back, lying on the seat looking up at the roof of the car with unblinking, staring eyes, man thats creepy.

You unlocked your own door and sat inside, sticking your keys in the igniton and hearing the roar of the engine as it started. You slammed our door shut and drove down the road, taking the corner a little too fast, making Chicas legs smash into the back of your seat, hearing the plastic on her feet crack with ease, oops.

You zipped past various signs and lights, again, thank goodness the police in this area were not very common. You pulled into the parking lot and slammed on the brakes, stopping in the closest spot to the restaurant and quickly getting out. You shivered in the cold wind as you unlocked the backseat door, yet again. You pulled Chica out by the feet and held her by her arm and her leg, just as before. You walked to the doors with Chica in hand and pulled out your keys.

You fumbled with your keys and tried to get them in the lock, but alas, with no luck. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up, banging your head on the door as you did so, while clutching your head, you saw the door slowly swing open, it was not even locked, Genius. You snatched up your keys and walked inside, grumbling to yourself.

You walked inside and heard footsteps, you hoped they were your own, echoing within the building, and quickly made your way to the parts and service room, oddly the other animatronics were not on the stage, and the Pirates Cove curtain was roughly pulled to one side, as if someone has stepped out of it.

You shoved Chica under your arm more, so you were able to grasp the doorknob with your other hand, you noted that she was surpisingly light, even with the endoskeleton and all. You walked in a noticed a very large wooden table, You set Chica down on the table, surrounded by various parts and and tools. You saw no manual or blueprints in the room, so you headed to the office to maybe find a manual somewhere stuffed in the file cabinet that was there.

As you were walking you heard...you heard low growling, becoming louder, as if something was running at you, you quickly turned to your side and suddenly, the low growling you heard developed eardrum splitting screech as what looked like a slightly tinged brown blur flew at you. Then, before you even felt it, you were on the ground, something had tackled you and pinned you to the ground, you tried to scream, but nothing came out, you felt your head start to pulse with pain, everything was dark, ringing in your ears, the floor wet with the blood, gushing from your head. You were piss scared of whatever just attacked you, You felt the individuals head shift towards your ear, you felt every vibration of his words, slightly muffled by the ringing in your ears.

"What have ye' done with me first mate?"

Then, you blacked out.

(Thats all for now, see ya next chapter!)

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