Toy Chica - Your obsessed Robo GF

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria! Now there's a place you didn't think you'd get so attached to, even getting to the point of BEGGING your boss to keep you indefinitely. It worked, by the way. But why all of it? Well... for that, we'll have to rewind the clock aaaaaall the way back to when you first started. Your first week. Hell. Nobody told, and nothing prepared you for or against the killer animatronics coming to life at night. All of them, even the somewhat cutesie Toy Animatronics, were trying to murderize you, straight assassinationville. However, under the apparent killer A.I, lied a mystery you began to uncover the day Toy Chica creepily stood in the hallway. Now usually, you'd grab your mask and wait until she left, but your hands were preoccupied at the moment with a deck of cards. Something you brought along to shuffle against the boredom, just a part of the magic kit set you found in the corner. This was, after all, a family establishment with kids in mind. As Toy Chica sprinted for you, you reacted the only way you could: Letting go of all the cards in the panic, causing them to flutter right against her face. This prompted the bot to stop and blink in confusion, staring at the cards stuck in her cleavage. Oh, yeah, that too- Toy Chica was one of the models they built with... 'adult eyes' in mind, ehem. It's a porn parody. Who cares, she has massive boobs, a big butt and a puffy puss. Anyway, where were we? Ah yes-

Staring at the cards stuck in her cleavage, while you still held a moderate amount in yours. You held them up to Toy Chica, as from the middles of the mess, a rose sprung forth. Jokingly, you asked if that was her card, but the bot didn't answer. She just took the rose and wandered off...

And from there on, you continued to experiment with whatever toy you could find, realizing that the animatronics were easily distracted - some more than others. Realizing your kindness, the Withered Animateonics soon revealed their true nature and history: Killed by William Afton as children, having their souls stuffed into the suits. Upon asking if the Toy Animatronics had also suffered the same fate, it was confirmed that the Toy's operated with highly advanced A.I, and just copied what the Withered Animatronics did. After that whole revelation, y'all kinda became... chill. Your shifts turned into hangout sess's with a group of special friends, all was good. Well, except for Toy Chica, whom you nicknamed TC to keep writing brief. TC always seemed to stare off into the void or start stuttering whenever you talked to her, other times she would try to flirt (with terrible results). The truth became rather clear as soon as Withered Chica confirmed that her Toy counterpart had fallen for you. And watched tons of cliche old romance movies on tape to understand what it all meant- why she was simulating these feelings, and why she still kept and cared for that cheap plastic rose from a magic kit you found near the dump.

"I'd be careful." Withered Chica said as you walked past to clock in, her voice coming out as a mechanical-throttled whisper. You were working on fixing the withered animatronics as best as you could on a couple days, and your efforts were appreciated. "Toy Chica already went into your station... she seemed giddy about something." Raising an eyebrow, you nodded in understanding. But before leaving, you reached into your bag and held up the DVD for the Iron Man trilogy to Withered Chica. "Heh. Not bad. Looks cool."

Yeah, you guys had movie Wednesdays. Pretty slic-

"Heeeeeeeey my nightguard~" So that's what Withered Chica meant. TC was lying sideways on your desk, with a rose between her sharp teeth. She caressed her own curves while staring at you, setting her eyebrows to wiggle in a wave like motion. "Come here often~?"

I hand it off to you now, playa. Treat her well, y'hear? ...And a bit rough too. Maybe put a trenchcoat on her and take her outside for a date, hey who knows, I'm just the author guy.