Tipsy Bird | Frickbear's 3

You had just finished up your fourth night shift as the only Night Guard who works at Freddy Frickbear's Pizzeria. When you're stepping out of the pizzeria, you suddenly get a phone call, not something you were expecting at the crack of 6 AM.

It's The Boss. Yes, everyone just calls him The Boss. He's the new acquisition who got hold of Fazbear Entertainment. Nobody knows where he came from, just showed up in Hurricane claiming to be the owner of a successful videogame company and then bought off the company for dirt cheap. It's like they were trying to give Fazbear's away...which makes sense, given its legacy. But, The Boss didn't care, he just wants his pockets lined.

You pick up the call.

...

"Ring ring! Hey stupid, is this thing on? It's-a me, your boss! And I've got great news; I was gonna send you off to some dope's house to salvage some robots that the crew found in there or whatever, but then, I got a better and cheaper idea! There's this old run down bar, ehh...somethin' about it bein' shut down or on the verge of bein' shut down cuz it wasn't aimed at the kiddos...but all I need ya's to do is break in, snag some robots, and mosey on back with 'em! And also, to be on the lookout for some gold coines...to make me STINKIN' RRRRRRICH! WAHAHAHAHA!!"

Click...

Well. Guess you're going to JR's.

Let's go salvage!

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You walk up to a dingy looking building with the word's "JR's Bar and Grill" plastered in dull yellow. Looking around the parking lot, you noticed on your way around that there was a tattered billboard in the area that depicted a closeup of Tipsy Bird, JR's mascot, holding a silver platter with a beer bottle animatronic on it.

Visit JR's Bar and Grill!

Hey, might as well heed what you're told.

So, you approach the front door. From outside, the warm, orange glow through the windows promised a save and cozy refuge from the bitter night outside, and it only coaxed you into working a bit faster and getting to the door to open it.

Upon entering, your skin is immediately defrosted by the warmth radiating from the crackling fireplace in the distance. Over the fireplace was a box-shaped TV, the static faintly crackling as it played a rerun of an old Freddy Fazbear's cartoon infinitely, and higher above that, was a deer's severed head on a plaque. Of course there was. Off to the side as well was a wooden platform with red curtains, obviously meant for performances. Whether those performances were music oriented or a bit more promiscuous in nature, you were left to ponder.

What caught your attention next, though, was the lack of people. Despite the countertops and tables and chairs being organized and clearly cleaned in an orderly manner, they were waiting for people to be sat. People who clearly never came, or just rarely came. It was rather lonely looking, even if it was blanketed by the warmth of the interior.

But, your eyes were finally captured by the one and only animatronic that seemed to inhabit the place.

Tipsy Bird.

One sexy chicken animatronic...for some reason. What could Henry and William have been thinking when designing her? You'll probably never know.

Tipsy, standing behind the thoroughly wiped down wooden counter, seemed rather preoccupied, cleaning a glass mug that obviously didn't need to be cleaned. In fact, despite the slightly sleazy nature of the environment, the actually mugs and cups themselves hardly looked like the spitting image of a hardly regulated joint.

As you began to walk over to her, she doesn't even seem to notice you, too lost in thought. You could even hear her speaking to herself...well, herself, and the blinking, drunk looking beer bottle that sat idly on the counter next to her.

"Another night, another twelve hours with no customers, eh, Boozer?"

The animatronic bird hummed to herself as she stared into her reflection. "Yheaaap. It ain't much I 'spose, but it's an honest living, ain't it?"

Finally, Tipsy Bird looks up, and catches your gaze. Taken aback momentarily, she nearly drops her glass mug, before catching herself and putting the mug aside. "O-oh! Well, welcome yourself in, hun! I guess I was just a bit lost in thought to even notice ya standin' there! Boy, we haven't gotten company in a while, so excuse this ol' featherbrain. Now, how about I seat...ya..."

Tipsy trails off, her gaze travelling to your chest. Particularly, the badge on your uniform.

"Wait just a sec now..." She mumbled, before her large eyes began to widen as her beak pricked upwards at the edges. "You're not just any ol' customer! You- you're with the Fazbear Entertainment folk, aren'tcha? Why, I'm just over the moon about this!"

She leaned forward on the counter, winking at you, her dark eyeshadow hiding her eye from view. "You're a salvager, aren'tcha? What say you and me strike up a little deal? I promise, bottom of the barrel of my heart, that I'll be of good commodity if ya take me back to your fine establishment. What's the say, hun?"