Mikey,
How are you, sweetheart? It would be nice if you wrote to us once in a while, or at least shoot us an e-mail. I hope you are doing will and are happy. Enclosed is a box of chocolate from your favorite store when you were a little boy. I hope you and whoever you're spending your Valentine's Day with are happy. Love you, Mikey.
-Mom.
Mike dropped the letter on the desk and casually ripped open the lid of the box of chocolates. "Ah, yes. All the women. They are flocking towards me."
Kicking up his feet, Mike had only checked the cameras once since he got in but has planned to take it nice and easy for the rest of the night. Luckily Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday so he could spend the night shift stuffing his face and take his sweet time going home since the pizzeria was closed on Sundays. Mike wrinkled his nose as he gingerly picked out his least favorite chocolates and threw them in the trash. Coconut, strawberry, pecan...he ate the few dark chocolates within minutes of opening it. This was all he need; peace, quiet and some chocolate.
"Hey, cutie."
His body tensed as the thick voice of a familiar robot entered the room. Mike forced a smile, swirling his chair around after removing his feet from the desk. "Oh. Hey, Chica."
The chicken strutted into the room and nonchalantly (as she could) leaned against the frame of the doorway. Her eyes seemed to widen as she took a closer inspection of his face. "Why so glum? Not a good Valentine's day?"
The guard shrugged his shoulders, avoiding Chica's gaze. Mike knew there weren't a pair of tits underneath that bib but the fact that she was still considered a girl animatronic made it difficult for Mike to speak to her, especially one on one. "Nah, that's not it. It was just like every other year."
"So?" Chica leaned in closer. She gave him a crazed smile she probably wasn't intending to look creepy. "Why the long face?"
Mike played around with the little bits of chocolate, head bowed. "I guess...I was expecting it to be a bit more...I don't know; exciting? No, not exciting...different, maybe."
The animatronic nodded slowly, the faint sound of gears working along with her every movement. "Yeah, I understand that..." She started slowly, shuffling her feet (talons?) against the tile floor in a shy motion. Growing uneasy with the awkwardness in the room, Mike made a quick gesture to his box of chocolates, eyes darting from his lap to the chicken's feet.
"...I got free food, though." He chuckled inwardly and popped another candy in his mouth. "Along with a card from my mom."
Chica twiddled with her mechanical fingers before she cracked a stiff smile. "Well, uh...you're gonna get something else."
This prompted Mike to finally look up, watching as Chica took a few backward shuffles outside the office to reach for something outside. She came back in, head titled to the side, clutching a large piece of white oak tag to her chest. "I...made something for you." Her eyes rolled around her eyes, embarrassed, and shoved her hands out. "Here."
Curious, Mike to the poster and examined every little detail. It was quite simple, like a 6 girl old drew it. It was a crudely drawn stick figure of what appeared to be Mike because of the obvious navy blue cap, shirt and pants, and the exaggerated curly brown hair. Around him was a large red heart and tiny little pizzas were scribbled around the border. 'Happy Valentines Day Mike!' was written across the top and the childish charm to the chicken's signature on the bottom tugged a smile at Mike's lips.
"Aw...this is sweet. You didn't have to do this." Mike looked at Chica, who held her hands to her chest in a nervous manner. If she was built to do it, she would definitely be blushing up a storm right then and there.
"It was no problem. I wanted to thank you for all you've done. You're the best security guard we ever had."
Mike took in those words as he looked Chica in her glass eyes, feeling as if he could see real emotion behind them. "You're welcome...thanks so much, Chica."
She nodded her head, not sure what to say and too scared to do so anyway, and turned on her heels to walk out. Mike felt guilty though, he didn't have anything in return...and now that he looked at the picture, it was only signed off by Chica and not the others. This was directly from Chica to him...
"Hey, you. With the wings." Mike called out after her, and she came shuffling back, poking her head in. "Yeah, what is it?"
Mike placed the lid back on the top of the box of chocolates and held it up in the air before he tossed it over to the robot. "Here. From me to you."
Chica fumbled with the box but didn't drop it for she held it tightly to her chest, nearly crushing all its contents. "R-really?"
Mike nodded, giving her a wink. "Sorry I already ate half of it but...enjoy."
Her jaw falling open, a noise escaped Chica's voice box as a high pitch whine, but based on her expression and how her beak curled into a giddy smile, it was mostly likely a giggle. "Thank you, Mike!"
This was certainly the strangest Valentine he has ever gotten. And considering he hardly got any, this was the best one yet.
