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CHAPTER 4 : OLD FRIENDS, NEW MEMORIES (Part 1)

I park my bike and dismount, removing my helmet as I walk, and when I get to the front door of the building the first thing I see, stuck to the wall with tape, is a "Help Wanted" notice that reads, "Family Pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift, 12am to 6am", blah, blah, blah. I take the page and put it in my pocket to check out later. Right now, me want food!

Opening the doors, I'm greeted by the familiar laughter of kids, the smell of freshly baked pizza and Bonnie, sitting on one of the party chairs, playing a tune on his guitar with a group of youngsters gathered around him. I look around and see Freddy handing out cake to another group having a birthday party, and Chica serving a steaming hot, delicious pizza to a happy, hungry looking family.

On her way back to the kitchen I catch Chica's eye, and as she looks across at me I can see the confusion in her face, like she's trying to remember, but can't. She approaches me with a smile and in a broad Texan accent says, "welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, I'm Chica, Chica the chicken. Can I help you, Sir?" I chuckle and shake my head slightly, remembering that phrase from long, long ago. "Table for one, please", I say and follow her into the diner. "Here we go, Sir", Chica says, indicating an open booth and sliding a menu across the table, "what can I get you to drink?" "I'll have a mega Coke for now, thanks", I say, sliding into the booth, and as I look up at her I whisper, "good to see you, Chi". Chica's smile fades and her eyes grow wide, then she turns and rushes into the kitchen.

* CHICA'S P.O.V.

This is so freaky! Who is that? Why did he call me Chi? Do I know him? Only one person EVER called me Chi but it couldn't be ... c‑c‑could it? No way! It's been 20 years, there's just no way, it couldn't be. I get the soda and head back out, and I'm surprised to find Bonnie sitting at the stranger's booth, looking as excited as a kitten, his ears standing straight up. "Here's your Coke, Sir," I say, placing the litre of icy dark nectar before him. And Bonnie beams up at me, points his thumb across the table and says, "hey Chica, don't you know who this is?" I look at the customer, downing his Coke. "I-I dunno Bon. No, sorry, I don't think so", I stutter. "Well", Bonnie says, "he's ordered the Chica Special". It is him! "M‑M‑Max? I stutter. "Max, is it really you?"

[END OF PART 1]

CHAPTER 4 : OLD FRIENDS, NEW MEMORIES (Part 2)

* BONNIE'S P.O.V.

I'm sitting on a stool with my guitar, surrounded by a bunch of tweens and we're all singing along to songs I'm playing, but I'm not crazy about the requests, to be honest. "Play another one, Bonnie", says one; "yeah, do Achy Breaky Heart", says another. "No," says a third, "we've had that already, how about Cheese Please?" (*Insert cricket chirps here*) Now all the kids are chanting, "Cheese Please! Cheese Please! Cheese Please!" "Okay, okay, listen up," I say, "I'm about to play you some real music, so prepare to be impressed! This, guys and gals, is Modern Romance by the Metro Riots". I slam on my guitar and belt out the lyrics ... "Just like a man, I am immune to the disease that's inside you, that's inside you, that's inside you. Now I don't believe I can become like my Daddy was, by my mother, by my mother, by my mother. Two wicked hearts, one good romance, you fall in love, don't stand a chance, don't stand a chance, don't stand a chance ..." and the kids are on their feet, dancing and clapping and singing along (Note to Reader: Find the song on YouTube, it's awesome!).

The song comes to an end and the kids amble off to grab another slice of pizza. I'm packing my guitar back in its case and as I look up, I see someone. Someone I haven't seen in years. I watch as Chica leads him to a booth, she doesn't seem to recognise him. They exchange a few words and Chica heads to the kitchen. I walk over and sit down across from him, staring in disbelief. He pauses his game of Turbo Dismount and looks up from his phone. He cracks a grin at me, nods his head and says, "been a while, Bunny Bot". I grin right back, "been a long while, Max. Been a very long while." Chica's back with a Coke and I ask her, "hey Chica, don't you know who this is?" She can't seem to believe it after all these years, and looks genuinely confused, so I say the one thing I know will convince her, "he's ordered the Chica Special". And it hit her like a pizza to the spot.