Izzy happily slipped out of her pumps and set them on the counter, waiting for the second bag of popcorn to finish so she could rejoin Wolfie and Princess at the game table.
Just as the microwave beeped, the lights went out.
"What the..?" She looked around the kitchen, then remembered the power cuts and made her way through the kitchen to the microwave by resting her hand on the metal prep table.
She opened the microwave, then became very aware of a rotting smell.
At first she thought it was the garbage disposal. The one at home tended to smell horrible, just like this, so she batted a fly and turned away, gingerly carrying the popcorn bag.
She set it next to the other bag and turned to find a bowl.
Then she heard a squeak.
Izzy turned, confused, and continued on her way.
Finding a large plastic bowl, Izzy gave a satisfied huff and set it on the counter, eyes adjusting to the dark.
She groped around, finding a wooden pizza paddle.
Definitely not her popcorn.
She turned, hearing a loud thump.
Seeing nothing, Izzy turned back to her popcorn and opened one of the cooled bags. A giggle in the dark set her off as a hand grabbed her muscular shoulder.
She grabbed a decorative pizza paddle, the large face of Chica the chicken staring down at her.
Chica lunged forward, throwing all the popcorn off the counter and onto the tiles.
With a shriek, Izzy ran, sock foot, and she swung.
The chicken had seemingly disappeared, for now.
She breathed in deep as she tightened her grip on the pizza paddle.
Izzy could hear a rattle of pans just feet away from her and she bit her lip.
That couldn't be Chica, there was no way!
Animatronics couldn't move on their own.
Izzy decided to take care of the chicken, realizing that it could only be an intruder. If she could knock the creep out, the girls could escape with the extra time and call the police.
It had to be an imposter, no way was it an actual animatronic.
Regardless of who or what it was in the dark, they were gross and yellow. Flies buzzed around it as it giggled and squeaked, rooting around in pots and pans. It creaked its segmented body and let out a sound that might've been a chicken fart.
Izzy tried not to make a sound as she watched the hulking beast belch loudly, then make another crude fart noise and laugh.
It turned, and stomped to her, arms reached out, beak dangling open. It's yellow hands flexed. It wanted Izzy.
Izzy slammed the pizza paddle into its tiny neck opening. The head fell off Chica as her body slumped to the ground in a shower of sparks.
It was real.
Shaking, Izzy watched something ooze from the neck opening, horrified.
She kicked it's hard, plywood framed body, arms trapped at her sides, thinly disguised under fur.
Izzy let out a gasp of pain, toes sore and knees bruised.
Chica raised her over her head, and Izzy screamed in disgust, looking into the neckhole filled with worms and beatles and sharp, metal springs and wires that clicked open and closed. She felt the cool metal counter dig into her back, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp when the chicken swung her violently away. Izzy was slammed down hard onto her butt back on the counter, maggot-filled body leaning into her.
Izzy couldn't let this thing get to the girls, she had to make a call and run for it!
She tried to push the body away, stalling for time by pretending this was another trip to the gym.
Izzy's head was slammed into the flimsy metal counter, blood seeping from the back of her head and into her apron.
Izzy screamed at the cavity full of maggots and springlocks. A hollow laugh floated out of the hole like a blast of hot, moldy air.
Izzy wailed unheard and unseen, long hair dangling into the grinding gears inside the decapitated chicken.
The last thing Izzy ever heard was the snapping of her own neck as she was pulled into the open cavity of Chica's rancid body, head first.