...Nothing for this one.

Whitney, still in Dale's office, was still thinking about wearing the maid outfit to try and 'seduce' Mike, so to speak.

"Does this thing even fits me well?"

Nonetheless, she shrugged and went to try it on.

Outside at the dining area, Dale told Mike to change all the light bulbs over there.

"Dale, you can't be serious, right? It's weekend. I'm supposed to take a break, right now."

Dale just gave him a small smile.

"You do notice the current brightness of those light bulbs, right? They're getting weaker every moment. That's why I had maintenance workers come over and change them. But they cost money, you know?"

Mike thought about it.

"Fine. But I want more money than every week I worked. Can you do that?"

Dale was not expecting Mike to ask for raise. Not wanting to spoil the plan, he agreed.

Mike nodded.

"Okay, where's the new light bulbs, then?"

Dale pointed at the supply closet.

Mike then went to the closet to get a set of new bulbs for the changing.

As Mike got a stepladder too, Dale went back to the office to check on Whitney.

As he entered, she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Whitney, where are you?"

She suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling Dale in the process, making him fall over the desk.

"Oops, sorry. Just want to fit this perfectly onto me. For some reason, the underwear felt tight."

Dale just looked at her.

"Please don't mention or even move awkwardly when you confront Mike. The underwear could be stiff since the day I got it. Who knows?"

Whitney's face turned red. Dale sighed.

"Fine, take it off, then."

Dale turned around to let Whitney deal with her business.

She tried to take it off, but for some ridiculous reason, it won't.

"I think it's stuck. It could be too tight for me, right?"

Dale then looked at Whitney, whose hands got stuck in her underwear as well.

"Don't worry, I have a scissor. We'll get that off of you."

He went through his desk, looking for scissor. When he couldn't find it, he remembered.

"I left in the backstage. Dang it, Dale. You messed up again."

"And I think you did, Dale."

Dale and Whitney became stiff at the voice.

The office door opened, and there stood Mike, who had a glass in hand for enhanced hearing through the door.

Whitney tried to say something, but nothing came out. The only words that came out is,

"So, am I pretty?"

...How long has it been? Weeks? Months? Who cares, right?

Question, what game do you want me to base the animation on? Because I got some ideas for FNAF 3, but I thought, 'maybe later'.

Also, if you want to follow me, here's some online game account:

Roblox: RobloxPlayer2710

Club Penguin: winter2710

Enjoy!...If you found me anyway.

Oh! And I'll try to make a longer chapter for the next.