(Smiles widely at the audience.) WEL-FREAKIN-COME BACK EVERYONE. PLEASE FLIPPING ENJOY THIS ONE.
At this time at Freddy's, inside Dale's office, both Dale and Whitney stood face-to-face.
"So, is he going to come?" Dale asked Whitney, all the while she still had her face blazing red hot color due to her...emotion.
Whitney shakily nodded, before cracking a smile.
"Y-Yeah. H-H-He's coming alright. I-I have been waiting for so long for this."
After a few while, she started to calm down for a bit.
Dale giggled. "Yeah, never thought a military animatronic like you can be programmed to feel love towards someone, especially Mike."
Whitney jumped at the name Mike and started to blush again, and she also squealed this time.
"I was programmed to kidnap him, but seeing him in person made me feel, different, about the meaning of life."
"42."
She looked at him. "What?"
Dale looked away, not answering the question. "Nothing."
Whitney sighed.
Dale then said, "At least we'll only open half day on weekends, so you got this place all to yourself and Mike, right?"
Whitney's blush brightened more.
"Stop saying his name. I don't want to overheat when he gets here."
"Are you serious about that now? He can take a few minutes from his apartment to this place. So, if my calculations are true, he should be here in about...10 minutes. Easy as a cake."
Whitney just stared at him.
"Oh, uh, how do I look like?"
Dale took a look at every single dang parts at her body. He straightened the bow tie on her ear, brushed away some dust on her suit, and cleaned her eyeballs.
"Looks fine to me. Or maybe if you want to add some more accessories, or clothes, maybe I had some old, unused ones in the backstage. Wait here."
Dale then went out of the office and went straight to the backstage. A few minutes later, he returned to the office with a few really old clothes.
Whitney just stared at him again like he was crazy.
"Come on! Just choose one! You want to look presentable, right?"
She sighed. She then just hastily took a clothes. It was a waiter's blouse that was colored black and white. Even the apron was included as well.
"Hey! That could look good on you. Try it on, now. We don't have much time before he arr-"
He was cut off as Mike came barging into the pizzeria.
"Dale! I'm here! This place is only half day on weekends! And what do you want?!"
"...Never mind that. Just quickly put those on. I'll distract him."
He went out to greet Mike.
Whitney looked at the blouse and then at a mirror in the office.
She sighed.
"Let's do it for him."
(Crazy smiley face)
Do you know what's in store for the next chapter? No? Well that's good. Because I don't even know it myself.
So, in a few weeks, I'll be filming a short film if I ever got my new video camera.
For now, I'll try to animate anything that comes into mind.