Chica

You were the new night guard for the new “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaria”. Although the pay wasn’t as good as you’d hoped, it was the best thing you could apply for right now.

You were sitting on the monitor, watching the cameras in the office. Things were going surprisingly well, but a major difference to the old pizzeria was that this one didn’t have any automatic doors. While you were on the cams you noticed a stomping noise getting louder and louder in the hallway. You turn your flashlight one to see Toy Chica making her way towards you, wearing her pink bikini bottom and a bib that says “LETS PARTY”, and she was seen without her beak on her. She had an annoyed expression on her face when the light was flashed on her.

“Ugh, could you turn that damn flashlight off? It’s annoying!”

She rolls her eyes and continues to make her way towards you, her slender body being brought to light from your flashlight. She had her hand on her wide hip, walking in a way that her large thighs and massive hindquarters were shown, almost attempting to tease you. She sits on your desk, crossing her legs and observing your closely.

“You poor, poor little man. They sent you here with nothing to protect yourself with other than a mask? It’s almost like they send you here to die. But you’re quite the catch, so I’ll keep you alive. And you should feel lucky, cause’ the other guys couldn’t say the same. Haha.”