[A/N] I am NOT a fan of fanfiction's editing/layout/formatting (That's all, proceed with Chapter Two).


The concert succeeds an hour and a half later, allowing the kids and parents to rush back to their seats with gurgling stomachs and endless conversations. The birthday twins had pulled Freddy off the stage to take pictures via a special camera that won't cause a malfunction.

Unfortunately, it left Roxy and Monty on stage with Chica, and they didn't miss a second to go into a series of investigations.

"So, care to explain why you ended up being so late?" Roxy asked, not a hint of concern reflecting in her approach.

Chica's eyes remain absently on the ground.

"Aye! Birdie!" Monty snatches her guitar, and receives a glare. "Ya really almost missed the show of the year because of stuffing pizza slices up yer beak!"

"Vanessa shouldn't have let you perform. Who shows up ten seconds to launch? Had it been any one other night, there wouldn't be convincing Vanessa of anything. Seriously Chica, it's annoying how 'addicted' you are to pizza."

"I am not!" She pulled the three feathers on top of her head in frustration.

"Then why do you have a red spot on the side of your cheek?" Roxy asks, pressing her finger against the area and lifting it into view. "Either that's blood, oil, or..." she sniffs. "The pizza sauce from Ralphie's Pizzeria."

"For the last time, I didn't eat a slice! Now, both of you, piss off!" She shouts with her fists clenching and shaking.

Roxy stares with disbelief. "Are you really going to fight us over food? That's pathetic, Chica."

"Because I'm tired of you two harassing me!"

Monty scoffs. "Like you could fight the two of us. Ya barely could lift an ice cube."

"That is enough, Roxy and Monty." Freddy's voice interjects the conversations. He stands next to Chica, frowning at the gator and wolf before him. "You have both made your point, now leave it alone. What is more important is the fact that the kids are happy with our performance." Roxy rolled her eyes and Monty mumbled.

"You guys rocked it tonight." An exhausted Vanessa commends. "Just a few more slices of pizza, a birthday song, and mingling for a while, and it will be over and done with. In the meantime, some tables are requesting each of your presence."

"And why wouldn't they!? Who can resist me?" Roxy grins and wastes no time overlooking a table where kids showered her with compliments. Monty follows suit, grumbling about something incoherent. At least until he got to his requested table and ignited a food eating contest.

Vanessa gasps as she looks to another scene. "Gregory, do not put that on your head! Sun! What did I say about...?!" Her voice fades amongst the crowd of laughter as she rushes to stop the Daycare Attendant from whatever he thought he could get away with.

"Do not pay any attention to Monty and Roxy. They meant well and were probably doing it out of concern." Freddy assured. It does not ease her anger. She struggles to undo her fists, wanting to collide metal with metal. Thoughts of punching Monty with enough force to make his jaws shift sideways, Pulling Roxy's hair out to the point where she had bald spots and would cry. The thoughts made Chica laugh. They were terrifying yet welcoming.

"They sure have a way of expressing their 'concerns.'" She exasperates. Her anger rises. "Why are you siding with them?"

"I am not siding with anyone. I also do not think it would be appropriate to be causing a scene in front of the crowd–

"Causing a scene?! I'm the one getting harassed, Freddy!"

"Chica, please, let it go. This is not like you." Freddy still had his hand on her shoulder. He wanted to know what had happened to cause her to disappear and nearly miss the show. She couldn't tell him where she ended up because she didn't know where she was. She recalls standing in the kitchen, sniffing an empty sauce can and relishing in the aroma as a pie was being made. She also recalled fantasizing about being a human and eating her favorite food. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the basement floor, cuddling the empty can. It had freaked her out that running to Parts and Services had helped that moment elude her memory.

But instead of explaining such, she snaps at him. "And so what if it is me? I don't need everyone hassling me because I'm a chicken and that includes you!"

Freddy was taken aback by her words, hurt at what his friend had been implying, and at the same time, growing more concerned. What is going on with her?

"Hey, Freddy! Be our referee for a mini playback?" The birthday boy asked, chucking a football between his palms. It was clear that he had not seen the mild argument.

"Be sure to pay attention, so you don't get hit in the face." Chica jokes, giggling at Freddy's confused expression before he's whisked away by the group of young boys. Chica remains in front of the stage's stairs, watching dozens of children devour their slices of pizza. She doesn't move, concluding that it's the same pizza recipe they have been using for years. She'd already gotten a whiff to withstand temptation.

"Chica! Chica!" The birthday girl runs up to her, grinning widely.

"Hey there, birthday girl!"

"You did awesome tonight! The kid was right, your pres-how mojo worked!"

"Preshow? What are you –" The girl pointed to Gregory trying to balance something on his head, and Chica first let out a giggle at the scene and then sigh of relief, knowing what he had done to cover her disappearance. She makes a note to thank him later.

"I made this for you!" The girl presents a yarn-material doll with a pizza for a head and olives for the eyes.

"Jaylene, this is beautiful!" She admires the handiwork, impressed by the skills too good to be done by a child who is only in elementary. It had to be done by the nanny, the kid looked like she still needed assistance wiping her nose. Those words hang from her voicebox, but instead, she remains silent and holds on to each word of the one-way conversation.

Meanwhile, the CEO butters up to the celebrity as the father posts picture after picture on his social handles. "I told you that you'll enjoy tonight's specialty." Gabe gloats at seeing the numerous requests for seconds and thirds slices. The servos robots work overtime to satisfy the demands.

"Yes, you have, although I'm sure the standard pizza would have been fine. After all, it's not me you have to impress." He beams at his children having the time of their lives with friends.

"Which is why I had my personal chef prepare a special pizza recipe for tonight." Gabriel brags. "Nothing but the finest premium ingredients of all Italy and a secret sauce."

"As long as there isn't any vodka in there." The two men shared a laugh, adding to the atmosphere of an event going swell. People were engaging in conversations, munching away at the slices. One of the adults comments a massive change from the pizza he ate years prior. Children laugh at Sun's failing magic show, with Gregory displaying complete terror.

Then, a terrifying scream projects as Chica leaps into a table, breaking it into pieces and smothering her beak into the wood material. "Pizza!" She chases one child after the other up the Atrium before diverting to another off the side. Screams for their parents' roses with the adults terrified at the state of affairs.

Sun drops in front of her to stop the pursuit of another child. She grabs him, licking her lips. "Pizza," she said and bit his head repeatedly.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Chica, I am your friend, not food!"

"Chica!" Gregory tried pulling Sun from her mouth while trying to talk sense into her. "Chica, stop – Woah!" She'd resumed her chase with him being dragged across the floor. "Ness! A little help here!"

Vanessa has caught up and grabbed hold of Chica's neck, desperately trying to maneuver and open the robot's port. A growl shocks Vanessa. Since when do chickens growl like deprived monsters?

Chica grabbed Vanessa and flung her over into a table. A popping noise releases from her shoulder, clutching it in pain.

Chica stops again and begins to twitch, slowly moving into rapid speed. At the last twitch, her eyes reddened, and she screamed with a different, deeper voice. "Pizza! Pizza, pizza! PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!" Standing in one place, the upper half of her body spins, spinning Gregory and Sun with the motion, both of them yelling.

"Have you lost your freaking mind!" Roxy snaps, grabbing ahold of one arm, Monty the other.

"Chica, snap out of it!" Freddy exclaims, trying to free Gregory and Sun from Chica's strangely tight grasp.

She lets out another growing scream, "Pizza!" and her newfound strength flings Monty, the gator cursing every other word before colliding with the wall. People scramble out of the way to avoid being crushed by the animatronic.

Chica grabs Roxy, lifting her high in the arm before hurdling her to another bundle of tables. She slams Sun into Freddy, and throws Gregory, Vanessa scrambling to catch him and throwing them onto the floor.

"Chica, please!" Jaylene cries. Her father calls for her to avoid the animatronic with futile effort. "Chica, please, we're your friends. Stop hurting your friends!"

Chica turns, eyes locked on the child. she growls at the pizza doll in the child's hands. "Pizza!" Jaylene screams and runs, Chica hot on her tail while growling, "Pizza!"

"Daddy! Help me, help me!" A couple of brave adults dive in to tackle the animatronic, only to have themselves thrown everywhere. Chica continues her chase, stopping to peck at an empty plate and cup before screeching in frustration and pursuing her prey.

"Chica, you ceased this instant!" Gabriel yells, running in front of the robot. He's hit by Chica's shoulder, flying into a table and a stack of soda cans spilling onto him. In the midst of this, Vanessa's desperately searching for that USB. "Where is it?"

"Vanessa! Watch out!" Freddy's calls heed at the moment, Chica's mindlessly and randomly diving into tables and chairs. Vanessa dodges the immediate hit, spotting the device on the floor amongst the spilled sodas.

Security bots were now active in the sense of an actual emergency, grabbing all adults and children within sight and rolling out the Atrium. Except for poor Jaylene, the chicken was still desperately trying to bite her head off. Any attempts to rescue the girl have already led to 13 destroyed security bots.

Vanessa grabbed the USB, her anxiety levels were pushing her to the point of a breakdown. The device may be ruined by the liquids, but she had to try. She rushes to Chica, calling to the other three to help hold Chica down for one last time.

On the other end of the Atrium, Jaylene falls headfirst into a corner, screaming as she sees the robot closing the distance.

Freddy jumps at Chica from the side, gaining a precise distance and holding her down. Monty and Roxy rejoin him to assist in pinning her down. Vanessa quickly opened a port and stuck the drive into it. Chica flings all of them off her and darts towards the screaming child before she twitches mid-run and falls, shutting down inches from Jaylene's face.