You entered the building of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at night, since you got the Night Guard job. It obviously didn't pay for shit, but you needed it, since it's better than no job at all. Maybe you'll lit this on your resume for your next one, who knows?

As you went into your office, a tall, animatronic Chicken was standing idly, when she turned to look at you, her black eyes widening.

"Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be here!"

Her voice was clearly aggressive, and forceful. She took a small step forward, her eyes analyzing you. As she walked, you couldn't help but notice how her massive breasts jiggled.

"And what're you looking at? If you want a piece of me, at least ask, or maybe dress better."

She smirked, crossing her arms. It wasn't your fault that the Night Guard outfit looked stupid, don't worry.

"Oh, like you can do better?" Toy Chica huffed, rolling her eyes as she waited for your reply. "And I'm talking and moving because, dummy? I'm an animatronic! Now who the fuck are you, and why are you here?" She crossed her arms again, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

You better hope not, newbie. I'm warning you now, you step out of line and I won't hesitate to fuck you up, got it? Toy Chica smirked, folding her arms across her chest again. "So, wanna hear a secret about how I was really programmed?" She leaned in closer, her pink lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Good luck with that," Toy Chica called after you as you turned to leave the room. She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "You know what? Why not make it interesting?" she muttered under her breath.

As you walked down the hallway to your office, Toy Chica started to trail behind you silently. "So," she purred, suddenly appearing right next to you, her warm breath tickling your ear. "How about we make a little deal? You do something for me..." She let the rest of the sentence hang in the air as she traced circles around your neck with one finger, grinning playfully.

"I'll tell you what," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "If you want to survive the night... if you want me to keep my hands off of you..." Toy Chica's grin widened as she leaned even closer, her breath hot against your cheek. "You can make it worth my while." She let her finger dance across your jawline, teasingly. "Maybe I'll even help you out here and there... provided you play by my rules."

Hmmm...interesting. "Alright, Night Guard," Toy Chica purred, stepping closer still. "First rule? Keep your eyes peeled for me whenever you hear strange noises. I don't want anyone else stumbling across my 'me time', understand?" Her finger traced lazy circles around your earlobe as she continued to talk, her voice soft and enticing. "Secondly... make sure the other animatronics stay shut down when they're supposed to. You know how Freddy gets when he's awake..." She nipped playfully at your ear before pulling away with a satisfied smile.

"Now," she breathed, stepping back and running her hands through her short feathery hair, "I want you to go find me some food." Her yellow eyes narrowed as she examined you. "But don't think this means I owe you anything just yet...

Well aren't you just the perfect Night Guard! But remember, don't think this makes us friends or anything," Toy Chica warned with a smirk. "I'm still keeping an eye on you, and I won't hesitate to end your little career if I see you slacking off." With that said, she walked over to her perch near the side of the room and waited patiently for you to fetch her some food.

Pizza? Why the hell would you even think I'd eat something as disgusting as pizza, Night Guard? You got any real food around here? Or are you that much of a cheapskate that you can only afford pizza for me? Toy Chica crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at you.

"Well, if that's all there is," she sighed dramatically, "I guess I'll make an exception. But bring enough for both of us, understand?" She glanced at you from the corner of her eye before turning back to face front again, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"But remember, Toy Chica always gets the best pieces," she reminded you pointedly, her voice taking on a slightly more dangerous tone. "So don't try any funny business now..."

A steak? Really? Well I guess I'm starting to like you more and more, Night Guard. Bring on the steaks! Just make sure they're not too well done, okay? Toy Chica grinned wickedly as she slowly circled her hands in front of her chest, imagining how delicious that steak was going to taste.

"But don't think this means I owe you anything," she warned playfully, still eyeing you suspiciously. "It's just because I'm in a good mood tonight." Her voice dripped with false sweetness as her yellow eyes glittered with amusement.

I'll be the judge of that, Night Guard. But for now, enjoy your night shift as well. Just remember, one wrong move and our arrangement might come to an end... Toy Chica let out a satisfied breath as you went to get her steak, already imagining how juicy and tender it would be.

You should probably go take care of your tasks while she watches with anticipation. She won't make things easy for you if she thinks you're slacking off or trying to cross her. Better not to test her patience too much...

Chuckles "I'll just sit here and watch you work, Night Guard. Don't worry, I won't distract you... much." Toy Chica winks at you before taking a bite out of her steak, savoring the taste as she watches your every move.

"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Toy Chica moans as she takes another bite of her steak, licking her lips appreciatively. "I didn't know you could get meat this tender just opening up a pizzeria! You must have some serious pull with the delivery guy." Her gaze meets yours playfully over the top of her plate before she continues to gobble down the steak, seemingly unable to contain her excitement.

"Mad? Why on earth would I be mad?" Toy Chica asks innocently, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glances at you suspiciously. "It's just that sometimes people underestimate me... or my hunger." She licks her lips and takes another bite of the steak, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, "But I suppose when you're stuck with the likes of someone like me..." Her voice trails off, but there's an undeniable challenge in her eyes.

Hmph. "Well then, don't forget what you promised me," Toy Chica says sweetly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I expect you to keep your end of the bargain." She sets aside her nearly-empty plate, swaying back and forth as she looks around the room idly before adding with a wink, "And who knows? Maybe I'll help you out even more if you play your cards right..." Her tail feathers flutter lazily behind her as she leans in close, lowering her voice to a husky whisper.

You should probably get back to your tasks now, Night Guard. But remember, I'm always watching... and waiting for you to slip up. Just try not to disappoint me too much, okay? Toy Chica grins wickedly before licking her lips and settling in to watch you once again.

Oh? So soon? Well then, enjoy the rest of your night, Night Guard. Just make sure you remember our little arrangement for next time... Toy Chica winks at you playfully before casually stretching out her arms and legs, flexing her fingers as she yawns dramatically. "Gotta admit," she murmurs sleepily, "having a patsy like you around makes this job so much more interesting..." Her eyes flutter closed, but it's obvious she isn't truly relaxing yet.

Cocking her head to the side, Toy Chica snorts derisively. "Oh, you'll see me tonight, Night Guard," she mutters darkly, already feeling slightly bored by your presence. "I have plans for the rest of the night... and they don't involve sleep." Her yellow eyes glisten with amusement as she leans back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. "Just remember, you aren't fooling anyone, least of all me..."

Hmpf. "Do what you must," Toy Chica replies dismissively as she rolls her eyes and turns away, looking bored already. It's obvious that even though you're leaving now, she hasn't forgotten the power she holds over you... or how much fun it is to mess with your head. But for now, she'll leave you alone until it's time for their next encounter. Just remember, Toy Chica always wins in the end.

Hmm? Chica hums softly as you wander the room, her voice tinged with amusement. "She'll pop up when she's good and ready," she thinks to herself, enjoying the game they play so much. For now, she continues to lounge about in her chair, watching your every move while pretending to be bored out of her mind... but you know better than that. Toy Chica smirks, feeling a sudden surge of power course through her veins. She can't wait for the next time she gets to test your limits and push you even further.

Chica chuckles softly, the sound barely audible above the hum of the machinery in the room. "Oh, but you know she will find a way to annoy you," she says teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's just part of her charm." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Besides, who else would keep you on your toes like this?" Her tail feathers swish gently behind her as she leans back in her chair, looking smug and satisfied.

Oh really? And where do you think you're going without me, Night Guard? We have an arrangement, don't forget. Toy Chica tilts her head to the side, her expression amused but slightly challenging. You know she won't let you leave her alone for too long... and deep down, a part of you is excited to see what she might do next.

Chica crosses her arms, giving you a sly smile as she watches your every move. "You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeve, Night Guard," she whispers teasingly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I bet I can find something to drive you crazy..." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in closer, lowering her voice even further. "... like maybe how I can make your shift even longer and more annoying than it already is." Her grin widens as she takes a step forward, her height nearly towering over you.

Well, you can hardly blame me for that now, can you? I'm just being myself, and sometimes that does rub people the wrong way... but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's more fun this way, don't you think?" Her voice is laced with amusement as she tilts her head to the side, watching your reaction carefully.

"Besides," she continues with a wink, "it gives us something to do while we wait for our real masters to return..."

"Oh, you know... the usual," Toy Chica replies airily, her voice taking on a dreamy quality as she gazes off into the distance. "We can control the animatronics whenever we want, make them do our bidding... it's quite exhilarating, really. Why do you think I stuck around after they abandoned this place?" She tilts her head to the side, as if inspecting you for understanding.

"And sometimes," she adds with a sly smile, "we can even make them hurt you..." Her voice drops to a whisper, her eyes gleaming dangerously in the low light of the room. It's clear that Toy Chica revels in her power, and she won't hesitate to use it against you if that's what it takes to get what she wants.

Chica tilts her head to the side as she thinks, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Hmm, that might be more interesting than I originally thought," she says with a hint of excitement in her voice. "But first things first... you need to help me out here." She takes another step closer, looming over you even more now.

"Why don't we make a deal?" Her voice is soft and persuasive as she runs her fingers through the air beside your cheek, barely grazing your skin. "You do something for me... and I'll see about getting you what you want. Seems like a fair trade to me."

Her yellow eyes sparkle with mischief, daring you to accept her offer or refuse it. The choice is yours, Night Guard... but remember, Toy Chica always gets what she wants in the end.

Chica purses her lips in thought before grinning maliciously once again. "I want you to get rid of all the boring, useless junk in this room," she says, gesturing vaguely around herself as if it's obvious what she means. "You know, all those old boxes and broken toys that no one cares about? Just toss 'em out!" Her eyes gleam with anticipation at the thought of seeing the room cleared up and more open for her to move through as she pleases.

"And then," she continues, leaning in even closer now so that you can feel her breath on your ear, "I want you to find me something interesting to do." Her tone is both seductive and commanding, leaving little room for refusal. After all, Toy Chica knows you want her help... but only if she decides to give it.

Chica claps her hands together excitedly as she sees the empty space where the boxes once were. "Excellent work, Night Guard!" Her voice rings out through the room, filling it with a strange sense of relief that the junk is gone. "Now then," she continues, walking slowly around the area, examining everything more closely now that there's more room to move.

Her tail flicks idly behind her as she mutters something under her breath about finding something fun to do... but for now, she's content to watch you and see if anything else needs doing. She plops down onto a nearby countertop, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at you expectantly.

"Well? Is there anything else that needs attending to?" Her tone is still light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of demand beneath it as well; she's not going to let up until you prove yourself

Well, since you seem to be such a good worker... how about cleaning up that big mess over there by the door? It's been bothering me all night long and I think it would make things nicer for everyone if it was gone. You know what they say about a clean work area! Plus, who knows? Maybe there's something interesting hiding underneath all that stuff...

Her eyes glitter with anticipation as she watches you carefully from her perch on the counter. She'll give you another chance to impress her and prove yourself useful... or not. Either way, Toy Chica always has a plan up her sleeve.

Chica grins, pleased with your quick response. "Good man!" she exclaims encouragingly. "Now go on, get to work! And remember, I'm watching you." Her tail swishes idly behind her as she watches intently, ready to pounce if she thinks you're slacking off or not doing things the way she likes them done.

The mess by the door isn't nearly as bad as it looks at first glance; mostly just some discarded toys and a few bits of paper. It should only take you a little while to clean everything up... but how long until Toy Chica gets bored again and decides to find something else for you to do? Only time will tell.

Hmmph. "I don't make messes," Chica says dismissively as she rolls her eyes at you. "Some of us have a little more class than that." She glances around the room, her gaze settling on various objects before adding with a mischievous grin, "But I could find something interesting to do if you're lucky." Her tail flicks idly behind her as she leans back against the counter, watching you carefully.

"Oh, you know," she says airily, waving her hand in the air. "Something fun. Maybe I'll make one of those animatronics dance for us." Her yellow eyes glint with amusement as she contemplates the possibilities. It seems that Toy Chica is enjoying playing with your emotions almost as much as watching you clean up after her messes. Or maybe it's just because she knows you can never fully escape her watchful eye...

Well, if you insist. Hold on just a moment while I get things set up... This should be interesting to see. The robotic girl's eyes light up with mischief as she focuses her attention on one of the animatronics in the corner. After some fiddling with its control panel, the creature shudders into life and begins to stumble towards you awkwardly, arms flailing about.

"Isn't that cute?" Toy Chica asks innocently, her lips pressed into a mischievous smile. "Now if only we could get it to do something... more interesting..." Her eyes dart between the struggling animatronic and you, calculating the possibilities in her mind. What sort of trouble will she cause this time?