Bonnie skipped happily as he and Jeremy followed Chica into the kitchen. He could barely suppress his excitement! The bunny bounded along as he looked around, trying to find any sign of what Chica might have in store for him and his swell little Night Guard.
"Soooo, what'cha got? What'cha got?", Bonnie asked as he walked alongside Chica. The hen wasted no time in putting a wing to her beak, signaling the bunny to hush – at least for the moment.
"Hehe, I'll show you in a second!", Chica said as she tried to dispel Bonnie's excitement. Soon, the three stopped in front of the oven. Proudly putting her wings on her hips, Chica glanced back at Bonnie and Jeremy, before opening the oven...
"Ta-daaaaa!", she exclaimed, presenting a tray full of cupcakes! The freshly-made cupcakes were topped with vivid, orange frosting. There were even little carrots on top of each one. Bonnie gasped!
"C-C-Carrot... C-Carrot cupcakes?!", he asked, putting his paws to his cheeks in surprise! Even Jeremy had to admit that they looked pretty good...
"Hehe! Yep!", Chica replied, "And I made them all just for you!", she said, handing the rabbit the tray. Again, Bonnie gasped!
"R-Really?!", he asked, seeming to be at an almost complete loss for words! Chica nodded happily!
"Mhrm!", she happily replied, "But please," she added, "Don't go 'n hog them all for yourself, alright? Sharing is caring, after all!", she reminded, wagging a finger. Bonnie nodded.
"Right!", he said with a salute! It didn't take long before he looked over at Jeremy...
"Say... Want a cupcake, Mr. Night Guard?", he asked, his smile widening as he offered Jeremy the tray. Jeremy blinked, then rubbed his hands together...
"Weeell," he began, "Don't mind if I d-"
"Ah, ah, ah!", Chica cut in, putting up a feathery wing, "Sorry Bonnie, but I've got something extra-special for our little guest of honor. Why don't'cha go and have a taste o' those cupcakes?"
"Awww...", Bonnie said, his ears lowering slightly. Soon enough, however, they would stand back up as he nodded. "Okay then! See ya' soon, Jerry~"
Jeremy watched as Bonnie turned and left the room, after giving the guard a little wink. He couldn't pinpoint the source, but something in him stirred.
It made him feel a little happy.
He then flinched as a soft, yellow wing rested on his shoulder. He turned slightly, and – unsurprisingly – Chica smiled down at him.
"Well, now that we're alone...", she began, "Wanna see what I've got in store for ya'?"
Without hesitating, Jeremy nodded. It must have been an especially special surprise that it required the two of them to be... alone.
Jeremy blinked as he suddenly realized something about this situation. Wait-
He looked around nervously as a dreadful situation formed in his head... He's read about scenes like this in all sorts of books, and seen them in all sorts of movies. The main character and the love interest are alone in a room together, the girl asks him to wait, or to close his eyes, or something like that, then... Then...
"CHICA I'M NOT THAT KIND OF GUY," he blurted out instinctively as he felt Chica rest her wing on his shoulder. He and Chica stared at each other, the latter wide-eyed with utter confusion. The two stared at each other for a few moments, the silence only being broken by the guard's awkward throat-clearing.
"S-Soooo," the guard began as he tried to play it all off, "What were you going to show me?" Chica continued staring for a moment, before blinking as she remembered why she was here.
"O-Oh! ...Right, uh, I wanted to show you something!", she recalled, "It's not super huge or anything, but – I think you'll like it," she said confidently. She opened the oven once again and, to Jeremy's surprised, she pulled out a cake! It wasn't a bunch of cupcakes, or some pastries, but a small cake! Jeremy stared dumbly at it, then looked at Chica, who grinned.
"Like it?", she asked, "It's chocolate! You, uh, you like chocolate, right?", she asked. Slowly, Jeremy nodded.
"Hehe, great!", she replied happily as she set the cake down on the counter, "What a relief too. I didn't really know what flavor you liked, so I just defaulted to chocolate, heh..." she said, rubbing the side of her head with a wing.
Jeremy, however, was at a loss for words.
"But... Why?", he finally managed to ask. Chica blinked.
"Huh? Well, I figured chocolate's pretty much the best flavor there is!", she said. "That's what most folks'll tell you! A-Aside from Bonnie, anyway. Don't tell him I told you this, but I don't think Foxy or Freddy really like carrots...", she whispered, leaning closer to Jeremy a little. As the guard opened his mouth to say that that was not at all what he was asking, Chica continued.
"B-But trust me – I love carrots!", she continued, "I remember when Bonnie first had me try 'em. I was like, 'no way', but he was like, 'do it!", so I figured I'd do it so Bonnie would stop pestering me, right?", she said. The guard stared for a moment. Wh-Where was she even going with this?
"Chica?", he asked, trying to penetrate the conversation she was having with herself. However, the animatronic didn't hear him.
"And so I tried it! And it was actually delicious! Foxy and Freddy looked like they wanted to spit it out though...
"Chica?"
Chica finally stopped. She looked at Jeremy, seeming rather confused.
"Huh?"
"Stop," he said, putting a hand up.
"O-Oh, sorry... Sorry for rambling," she apologized, frowning a bit.
"I-It's fine, it's fine," Jeremy comforted the chicken, "You can tell me the rest of your... story later," he said. Though, he silently hoped that it wouldn't come to that, "A-And don't get me wrong – the cake you made is beautiful, but... Why did you make it?", he asked. Chica beamed.
"Think of it as a gift!", she said proudly. "I was in a cookin' mood and I figured I'd give you somethin' for the road!" Jeremy smiled, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well... Gee, thanks," he said rather bashfully. He had to admit – Out of all the Toys, he'd noticed that Chica was especially generous...
"Heeey, don't mention it!", Chica replied. "If you need anything from me, just ask! I'll see what I can do," she said confidently, pointing at herself and giving a wink. Jeremy couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the hen's enthusiasm. However, he mood would sully a little as she began to look rather apprehensive.
"B-But, I've been meaning to ask you something...", she began with a small frown. "What's it... What's it like outside?" Jeremy hesitated for a moment.
"O-Outside?", he asked. Chica nodded.
"Mhrm! Y-Y'know, out... out there," she said, gesturing to no direction in particular. "I-I don't know when I started feelin' this way, but... I've been wanting to see what's beyond the walls o' this old place! Almost every night, I find myself looking out the front windows, wondering what the children and their parents do when they aren't eating here!", she explained. Jeremy watched as she put her wings together and romantically stared off into nowhere in particular. However, she blinked as she realized the sort of display she was putting on and grinned, blushing a bit.
"...Heheh, sorry, I uh, didn't mean to daydream like that. O-Or, when you consider the time, is it a night dream?..." she wondered aloud, looking away thoughtfully...
"In any case, I... I've been wondering if you could perhaps... Let me go outside with ya'?", she quietly asked, fidgeting her wings nervously. It was at that point that Jeremy recoiled a bit.
"W-Wait, what?", he asked, surprised. While he didn't listen to Fritz all too much earlier, he was pretty sure that bringing any of the Toys, even just one, outside would result in some serious consequences...
"I-I'm just saying!", Chica tried to reason, "Maybe you'll find someone tryin' to break in out there! And luckily for you, you'd have some muscle to help you out!", she said, putting her wings on her hips and grinning. Jeremy wasn't sure, but Chica almost seemed a bigger now that she mentioned all of that...
"W-Well, I guess...", Jeremy said, "But what about the others? ...And, what about the front door? I'm basically locked in here 'till 6!", he reminded her.
"Ahh, don't worry about the others," Chica said with a dismissive wave, "They're probably busy with stuff. We can have 'em come out once we're done out there! After all, it's a security mission, right?", she asked, winking. Though Jeremy still had a bad feeling about this, he nodded... She was right – It'd probably be smart to check out the outside, make sure nobody was trying to break in...
It's not like Chica would just ditch him, right?
"Tubular!", Chica exclaimed, jumping for joy! She gave Jeremy a soft hug, giggling happy as she did so. "I'm so excited! I'll finally get to see what it's like out there! Eeeee!~", she squee'd gleefully as she rubbed her cheeks, after setting the guard down.
"Hey, remember," Jeremy began, "Don't run off without me, alright? We're gonna at least stay on the property," he said. Chica nod-nodded.
"Right! Of course!", she said. Jeremy smiled. That was at least a little comforting. Though...
"Also, how're we gonna get outta here anyway? Like I said before, the front door's locked," he said. "And it's not like you're gonna charge through the doors, right?", he asked. Chica chuckled.
"Of course not!", she said, "There's a back door, y'know." Jeremy sputtered.
"Back door?", he asked.
"Yup!", Chica replied, "But to get to it, you gotta go through the Parts room...", she said... Jeremy frowned.
"But you guys won't even let me near the place, let alone get inside it," he said.
"W-Well... I think it'll be fine!", Chica said, "J-Just be... extra-quiet, alright?", she asked. "Just follow my lead, and we'll be fine!"
"Why... do we have to be so quiet though?", Jeremy asked, now growing a little concerned.
"Don't worry about that!", Chica tried to assure the guard, "Now, c'mon! We'll ice the cake later, when it's cooled off 'n stuff!", she said, grabbing the guard's hand and leading him out the kitchen, "But right now, we're burning moonlight!"
Jeremy couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as he and Chica walked down the hallway towards the Parts room. He was finally going to enter it, the room that's been continuously kept away from him for so long... As he was led towards the big, metallic door, he could feel his heart pounding.
Though the feeling of Chica's soft wing as she held his hand, and the sound of her happy humming kept him feeling rather calm...
...Then, he blinked. Wow. Now he felt like a kid.
And now he just ruined the moment for himself, didn't he?
Hmph.
Regardless, here they were, at the door to the Parts & Services room...
"Now let's get this thing open...", Chica quietly said as she let go of Jeremy's hand for the moment. She pressed her wings against the door and shooooved...
"There!", she said happily as the door opened, "Easy-peasy. C'mon now," she said, grabbing the guard's hand as she began to lead him through the room. Jeremy looked this way and that as he followed the big bird. The room was unfathomably dusty, and the air extremely stuffy. Stagnant, even. He put his shirt over his nose in an effort to keep himself from sneezing. Though, other than that, the place was pretty dark.
Which meant he couldn't see anything! Surely the Toys weren't just trying to keep empty darkness away from him! Jeremy grumped. What a letdown.
But... that's where being overly curious gets you, he supposed. It's not like this place had much to hide, aside from, well, the very thing that's leading him along – or more specifically, how it worked.
Hmmm.
After a quiet pass through the back door, Jeremy looked around. He found himself, and Chica, in a rather wide, expansive area behind the restaurant. This was probably where the trucks carrying the pizzeria's supplies would park. He shuddered a little as a stiff breeze blew past him. Man, he should've put on some warmer clothes...
Well, he was out here for a reason, right? Might as well get to wor-
"Woooohoooo!"
Jeremy flinched as he heard some shouting nearby. He quickly turned, expecting some sort of delinquent, but ended up only seeing Chica, wings toward the sky, seemingly not having a care in the world.
"Ch-Chica!", Jeremy whispered loudly, "Don't be so loud! You might wake someone up!" Chica turned, lowering her arms a little as she looked at Jeremy, stars in her eyes.
"Hehe! S-Sorry bout that, Jeremy!", she said, "B-But – oh my gosh, this is so cool!", she shouted. Jeremy frowned, putting a finger to his mouth and 'shhh'ing. The chicken put a wing to her beak, nodding.
"B-But – Do you people really live with this?", she asked, "It feels so good out here!", she said as another gust of wind blew by, "The sky's so clear, a-and – look at that!", she said, pointing upward. Jeremy followed her wing until he looked up at the moon.
"It's the mooooon!", she said. Jeremy sighed, crossing his arms. He couldn't bring himself to shush her again... Like, gee.
This really was her first time out here, wasn't it?
"H-Hey, stand back, I've been wantin' to try something for a while now...", she said. Jeremy blinked as he obliged.
"Try... what exactly?", he asked.
"You'll see!", Chica said. "Hehe, check this out!"
Jeremy watched as Chica lowered her stance a bit, holding out her wings to either side. With a wide, unshakable grin, she began to run down the alley! Ignoring Jeremy's shouting, the bird leaped into the air, shouting a valiant "Ca-caw!", as she took flight!
Well, sorta glided.
...For a whole of one second.
Honestly, you could say she kinda fell, really.
Jeremy froze for a moment as he saw Chica faceplant into the ground. Not wasting any more time, he ran towards the downed chicken. Chica moaned, standing up and holding her beak as Jeremy approached her.
"Geez, that hurts...", she groaned, "I-I guess those cartoons're true, huh? Chickens just weren't meant to fly...", she said, before chuckling. Jeremy chuckled as well, but it was more wry.
"Y-You're okay, right?", he asked, "That looked pretty nasty..."
"Heh, yeah, I'm fine!", Chica replied, "It'll take a lot more than that to bring this bird down!", she said, before grabbing Jeremy's arm and giving him a nuzzle on the cheek.
"Thanks for worryin', though," she whispered.
"Anyway, we should probably head back inside, huh?", she asked, "I'd imagine the others're probably gonna be looking for us right about now...", she said. Jeremy gulped. Oh, yeah...
"R-Right," he said, "C'mon!" Jeremy shuddered to imagine what the Toys' reactions would be.
...Knowing them, it probably won't be that bad, actually.
Maybe they'd put him under timeout.
"Ladies first," Jeremy said as he opened the back door. Chica giggled.
"Quite the gentleman," she said as she entered. She grabbed the guard's hand and pulled him inside.
They went back in as they went out, quietly, and with one behind the other. Along the way, however, Jeremy felt his foot being snagged on something. He felt himself being pulled in two different ways as Chica, unbeknownst of the guard's situation, she kept pulling him, until...
Screech... Crash!
"Wh-What was that?!", Chica asked as she stopped. Jeremy saw that she was looking directly at him, due to the small white glowing specks where her eyes normally were.
"I-I don't know!", Jeremy replied, his heart pounding again, "My foot got caught on something!" Chica hesitated for a moment. She seemed to look about in a quick, worried fashion, before seeming to calm down a bit.
"W-Well... Let's not worry 'bout it right now. W-We should get going, alright?", she offered. Jeremy nodded. Though he wondered, what happened to the "no noise" rule?...
Soon enough, Chica and Jeremy were out of the room. Chica pulled the door shut, then sighed as she leaned against it. Jeremy took a few deep breaths as well. That... actually got a bit scary for a moment...
"Well... Heh, now that that's over, wanna go put the icing on that cake of yours?", she asked, giving the guard a little nudge on the shoulder.
"O-Oh, uh... Sure," Jeremy said, rubbing the back of his head and forgoing that little scare for now. If Chica wasn't worried, then he supposed he wouldn't be either.
And off they went! To the land of cakes and icing and other wonderful, probably-very-fattening sweets!
Though, as they walked away, Jeremy could've sworn he heard something from behind that door. It was a faint, light noise - something like...
...Whirring?
A/N: Man.
After a bit of faffing around, I promise that room's gonna finally pay off in the next chapter. Not this chapter! But the next!
Yes! Fool, I have kept you waiting even longer! If you don't watch out, I'll keep you waiting forever! You'll never see the withereds in this fic!
Actually, you will. Next chapter, I swear. I mean, what's a FNAF 2 fic without the withereds, right?
We need a new name for 'em too, don't we. I mean, really, withered? Sounds like a plant.
Are robots plants?
Wait, have I even written these guys before?
Hrmm...
...Silly ramblings aside, I hope you enjoyed this fic. It might not be as popular as A New Start or its sequel, but I really do find it a joy to write. And, like always, I hope you find this silly cartoonish thing a joy to read!
Until Next Time!
