Hey guys, here is chapter two. Hope you all enjoy. I've added a new feature to the story to give it a more realistic feel. Comment and let me know how you all feel about it, please.

I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's.

"Speaking"

[fazwatch]

{thoughts}

-Mainframe-

Gregory is 16.

This story contains smut and swearing. If you don't like that, don't read this story. I am dyslexic, so sorry for any mistakes I make. Autocorrect can only help so much.

( chica pov)

{ why does he look so worried? did i say something wrong?}.

His face looked as if someone had just said that his favorite puppy had been taken to the vet. Suddenly, his face relaxed into what could only be described as a poker face, his eyes searching Chica's face as if to see if she was trying to trick him.

His eyes seemed to relax along with his face into a more easygoing and cheeky look.

"Well, if you have a safe place for me to hide out at, I would be happy to come with you, chica."

She beamed at him. At least now she could get to know him a bit more. He seemed like a well-educated person and a respectful teen, and those were rarer than anyone would think. "Okay, then let me just grab some food and fizfizz for us both, and then we can go to my green room."

As she wandered around the kitchen, Gregory was running through possible scenarios in his head.

{Chica and I are alone in a room. God, this is the dream life. I don't know if I can contain how happy or horny that thought makes me. God, what to do? Wait, what if this is a trap? Should I run away? Hmm, nah, she seems trustworthy and very sweet. Then again, that might be my dick talking, but fuck it.}

"Hey, do you like cheese nachos or pepperoni pizza more?" He had to stop his planning as he considered her question. "To be honest, both sound good right about now. I am starving. I haven't eaten in a while, so both sound amazing."

With his mind made up, he stood there waiting for Chica to gather what she was searching for. After five minutes, Chica came towards him, arms full of snacks and cups. Happy with the selection that he could see, they left the kitchens, striking a banterful conversation as they walked.

"Wow, I am surprised that the kitchens are so well-stocked. To be honest, do they not mind you taking food?"

Chica giggled at this. "Hehehe, nope. So long as we don't take too much, they don't complain about it. Although they do tell me off a lot for eating most of the pizza ingredients."

Gregory couldn't lie. He felt guilty for ignoring Freddy, but he had an idea.

"Err, chica, I need to use the restroom."

Chica stopped walking and looked at him. "Oh, there's one around the corner that should be open for the security staff. Follow me."

{Should I see how far the line goes? How should I go about this? Hmm, yes, that might just work. Hehehe.}

As the restroom came into view, he put his plan into motion. Looking towards Chica, he put on his most vulnerable face and voice.

"Err, Chica, could you do me a favor?"

Chica turned towards him, smiling, while putting their food and drinks on a bench near the door.

"Of course, kiddo, anything."

"Could you come in with me? I don't want to be alone, and you might leave me."

Chica was in a very confused state. On one hand, she could see how vulnerable he looked, as well as scared, and to be honest, she could understand why. But still, it was not something that was allowed by her programming.

{ What do I do? I can't leave a vulnerable teen alone, but it's against my programming to go into the human restrooms. Surely there must be a loophole somewhere. Let's see here. }

She knew she would have to ask the mainframe. She didn't want to, but needs must.

-Question: Teen vulnerable, scared of being alone in restroom. What to do?-

-Answer: Has teen got parent/guardian?-

Chica knew that at some point, this question would have to be asked, but she could already guess the answer, and the next few moments would be tense.

"Gregory, I need to know something, and it might be a sensitive topic, but I need to know. Doing what you asked requires confirmation from the mainframe, as I'm lost on what to do, okay?"

He looked as if he were about to cry, and it made her wonder what could have hurt him so much that he was this afraid.

"Okay, Miss Chica, what's the question?"

"Do you have any parents or guardians?"

His eyes seemed to glaze over in a distant memory, and his lower lip seemed to tremble. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of it and shook his head.

{The pain he just showed me is just awful, but at least he didn't shut down like some of the children we ask that question to. He must be an orphan. What do I say to the mainframe? Do I tell it that he is alone? It might alert the police, but I don't want him to be scared. He is scared enough as it is.}

While Chica was pondering what to do, Gregory was in his own thoughts.

{Wow, it's been a while since someone asked that, and it still hurts like hell. I know I should be over it by now, but damn, I miss them. I hope the mainframe doesn't know I'm not in the system, otherwise, this could go downhill very quickly. Damn it, stop crying, you wuss. You're sixteen, grow up.}

He rubbed his eyes with his hand to dry his tears and cleared his throat. Just as Chica seemed to come out of her thoughts.

"Okay, I am going to ask the mainframe what to do now."

- answer: parent has arrived for child no further guidance needed-

Chica knew that what she was doing was wrong. Her programming knew that this was not allowed, but for the first time, she ignored it, and she was glad because she didn't want to upset him more than necessary.

"Okay, the mainframe said I could, so let's go."

Chica held the door open as they walked in. It was spotless; clearly, the staff bots had been there not long ago, as the floor was still wet in patches.

Gregory was soon standing by a urinal, and Chica had never felt so awkward. She didn't understand why she wasn't doing anything wrong; she was just helping Gregory through an emotional time.

Gregory, on the other hand, had to hold back a smile as he put his small plan into motion. He grabbed his zipper and pulled a small piece of metal out of his pocket and jammed it in his zipper to jam it, then pretended to struggle.

"Urg, come on, stupid zipper."

Chica was trying not to look at him while he was relieving himself, but she heard him struggling and looked over to see him trying to get his zipper down. No matter how hard he tried, he just didn't seem to be able to get it to move.

{Oh no, what do I do? Should I ask if he needs help? Yeah, I probably should.}

"Are you okay, Gregory? Do you need help?"

" This is embarrassing, but yeah, my zipper doesn't want to work. I could use some help if you wouldn't mind. That's if you don't mind ?" Gregory could have jumped for joy as his plan was gaining momentum. Now he just had to see where the line was.

" Okay, I've never done this before, so you may have to guide me through it."…

sorry for another cliff hanger but it will get juicer as it progresses dont worry. hope you all enjoyed this chapter see you in the next one.