Sorry for they wait. I made this chapter longer and revised it a few times. Enjoy!

Damien woke up laying on a table in a dimly lit room.

"Where the hell am I?" He thought.

He tried to get up but his legs and arms wouldn't cooperate with him. He then finally realized he was tied down. He then tried desperately to get out of the ropes that seized him.

"Oh shit, oh shit, no, no, not me, oh God, no!" Damien yelled.

He then heard a voice that come from behind him.

"Shut up! You're going to let the others hear you!" It said.

"Oh God! Are you the chicken animatronic thing?" He asked.

"Actually instead of being called that," She then walked into Damien's view. "I prefer the name Chica." She then held out her hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you."

Damien then gave her an annoyed look.

"Well, I'm kind of tied down, so I can't shake your hand." He said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." She then walked up, but instead of untying him she just shook his hand.

"Ok, now that we got that out of the way, WHY THE HELL, AM I TIED UP!?" Damien basically screamed at the top of his lungs.

"So you don't run away when you wake up." She said.

"Great. This is just dandy. Can you please just untie me?" He asked, trying to sound polite.

"Will you run if I untie you?" She asked seriously.

"I will try not to." Damien said honestly.

"Then you might as well stay tied up."

"Shit." Damien mumbled under his breath. Then said loud enough for her to hear. "Fine, I will not run away."

"Ok. I am trusting you on this." Chica slowly.

She then walked over and began untying the ropes that held him to the table. Damien then sat up on the table and tried to rub away the soreness in his wrists.

"Um. Thanks for untying me." He said.

"No problem." Chica said.

"Um, so what were you talking about when I was yelling, that I was going to let the others hear me?" Damien asked.

"Because when we first saw you, I wanted to be the first to meet you." Chica said.

"And, might I add, why did you want to give me a blow job when all you did was walk trying to seduce me and asked for my name?"

"Uh, well," Chica said a little shyly. "I guess I got a little ahead of myself."

"A little?" Damien asked disbelievingly.

"Ok. I guess I got way ahead of myself. Also, I'm sorry for tying you up." Chica said.

"It's fine. So anyway, do you guys have, like free will or something?" Damien asked.

"I guess. When we were turned on, we were able to make our own decisions and control everything we do." Chica said.

"Wow. You guys must have had a smart programmer. And what about that?" Damien said, pointing to her chest.

"My boobs?" She said pushing them together and winking at him.

"No!" Damien said embarrassed, and turned away as his face turned red. "The bib!"

"Oh," Chica said laughing. "I wear this because I make the pizzas for the customers."

"By yourself?"

"Yep!" Chica said proudly. "Tomorrow we open to the public and I get too actually serve them!"

"That's great!" Damien said. "Do you think I will be able to try a slice?"

"Absolutely! I will make a fresh pizza in the kitchen, follow me!" Chica said excitedly.

She opened they room's door and led him down a hallway which Damien presumed to lead to the kitchen. On the way there Damien couldn't stop himself from glancing at Chica's ass.

"Stop being a pervert! Just focus on getting to the kitchen!" Damien thought firmly to himself.

After a few more seconds of walking Damien heard something behind him. He was just about to turn round when someone said; "Avast matey!" and he fell to the ground with someone on top of him. When Damien looked up he say the fox's face a few inches from his.

"Hello there Mr. Night guard!" She said cheerfully.

"Um, hi." Damien said. "Can you please get off of me?"

"Oh, sorry about that." She said as she helped him up. "I'm Foxy by the way.

"Damien Bower." He said as he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Go away Foxy. Damien is with me right now, I am going to make a pizza for him." Chica said.

"Oh lay off Chica, you had your turn. You can make the pizza while he spends some time with me." Foxy whined.

"Foxy does have a point." Damien said.

"Fine, but I won't take too long." Chica said as she ran to the kitchen.

"Come on, Damien." Foxy said as she grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the opposite way of the hallway. "I want to show where I am going to spend my working hours."

"The stage?" Damien guessed.

"No, silly!" Foxy said with a sly look in her eyes. "It's much better than the stage.'