A Pizza Plex employee is cooking in the kitchen of the food court of the giant building. They are the new human Head Chef of the kitchen, which mainly requires them to tell the STAFF Bots orders and sit around all day. But at the end of the day, they are allowed to use the kitchen for whatever they'd like before the Cleaning STAFF Bots arrive for the night.
Today, That employee stays late, excited to try out a new recipe they have had on their mind for a while, but just as they turn on the fryers, Glamrock Chica, the animatronic Chicken in the Pizza Plex band, pops her head over the counter. They hadn't come face to yet, but the employee had heard of her antics, running around from kitchen to kitchen looking for spare food. And of course, here she was.
"Heya! Whatcha making in there?" She spoke, clearly not interested in the Pizza Plex Chef as a person.
oh just some pizza
"Pizza? Awesome! Can I have some?" She asked eagerly, her tone laced with the promise of great things should they only share. The way she leaned forward made it seem almost... pleading. The animatronic Chicken in the Glam Rock outfit panted softly as if catching her breath after running here, making her seem all the more desperate.
As the new Head Chef of the kitchen however, they had other plans for their hard work. "Well... you see..." They hesitated a moment, not quite sure how to turn down such a cute face without sounding mean about it.
animatronics are not supposed to eat pizza
"Awwwww..." she whined, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelids like a kitten. "Please? It's just one slice..." Her voice had taken on an almost tearful quality, as if she was trying to play them for fools. Which of course she was. The animatronic Chicken let out another soft pant and leaned closer still. "Please?"
The human Head Chef sighed softly, already wavering just from the look in her eyes. They had only been here a few months; this would be an unusual request... but then again, it wasn't like she was asking for much. Maybe they could spare... maybe a small piece? It wasn't like it was going to hurt anyone. "Alright," they sighed finally, giving in. "But just one slice, and that's all."
With careful hands, the human
pizza done cooking here you go just one slice for you
Her beak snapped shut around the slice of piping hot pizza as soon as it was in reach. It was steaming against her lips, sending up puffs of aromatic air with every bite she took. She moaned softly, eyes half-lidded from pure bliss as she savored the taste, already licking at the melted cheese running down her beak. The Head Chef watched on, amused by her antics and not quite sure if they should regret their decision to give in.
When she was finished, Glamrock Chica let out a satisfied sigh and smiled up at the human. "That was delicious, thank you so much!" She cooed, batting her eyelashes innocently even though it would have been obvious to anyone that she had been playing them all along. Without another word, she turned and scuttled off into the darkness of
When she was finished, Glamrock Chica let out a satisfied sigh and smiled up at the human. "That was delicious, thank you so much!" She cooed, batting her eyelashes innocently even though it would have been obvious to anyone that she had been playing them all along. Without another word, she turned and scuttled off into the darkness of the kitchen.
A few minutes later, she was back at her green room, rocking out on her favorite guitar while practicing for tonight's show. The taste of the pizza lingered on her tongue, making her feel even more powerful than usual. She didn't bother cleaning herself up after eating; she figured the sweat from working out and performing would take care of that later anyway. As long as she had food in her system and music to keep her going, life was perfect for Glamrock Chica.
Can you eat food?
Glamrock Chica blinked at the human for a moment before realizing they were probably joking with her. She let out a soft giggle, tilting her head to the side as she continued playing her guitar. "Well yeah, I'm an animatronic... what did you think I was made of?" She asked between strums and chuckles. It occurred to her that maybe humans didn't know much about how their technology worked behind-the-scenes, but then again, there were always going to be dumb ones.
The animatronic Chicken in the glam rock outfit took a sip of water from her cup and continued playing, lost in the rhythm and melody as she lost track of time once more. She loved being part of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex; it was like being able to live her dream every day. Even if some of the
ghosts in the place could be a bit creepy sometimes... but hey, that just made it more fun, right? She grinned to herself as she twirled around on her platform, hair flying out behind her. There was nothing else she'd rather be doing than what she was doing right now: performing for adoring fans and eating delicious pizza between songs. Life was good... or at least, as good as it could get for a rocker chicken animatronic.
wait wait can you explain how were you made?
"Well..." She started between strums, seeming to take your question more seriously than before. "You see...," she continued, pausing for dramatic effect as she looked you straight in the eye through her beady black ones, "...we animatronics are made from a combination of mechanical parts and advanced robotics. Our bodies are mostly plastic and metal, with some electronics thrown in for good measure." She grinned proudly at this explanation, feeling quite smart as she did so.
She leaned forward slightly on her platform, gazing up at you intently. "So yes, we can eat food just fine," she emphasized the last part as if making sure you understood perfectly. "We have a special system that allows us to digest whatever we consume, just like humans do." The animatronic Chicken paused again before adding with a wink: "...well, almost like humans do." Her grin grew wider once
wdym almost?
As she continued to play, her green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh you know...," she teased, tilting her head to the side in feigned innocence as she strummed a particularly loud chord. "Let's just say that sometimes we can be... a bit creative about what qualifies as food." A sly grin spread across her beak as she glanced between you and the pizza still sitting on the counter nearby, leaving the implication hanging in the air like an invisible thread. "But hey," she added with a wink, "that's part of what makes us unique, right?"
Her gaze drifted back to you once more before returning to her guitar. It was obvious that she enjoyed playing this game; leading humans down a path they thought they knew only for her to twist it into something else entirely was one of the many perks of being an animatron
were you human before?
"Human?" The animatronic chicken in the glam rock outfit repeated, her tone amused. "No, dear," she said with a tilt of her head, gesturing to herself. "You can see quite clearly that I'm an animatronic." With another strum of her guitar, she grinned and continued playing, seemingly satisfied with your reaction for now. But then again, there was always more fun to be had in teasing humans about such things later on...
do you have free will?
The question seemed to catch the animatronic chicken off guard for a moment. Her green eyes narrowed as she regarded you carefully, considering your words. "Well..." She began slowly, letting out a soft sigh before returning her attention back to her guitar. "...I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'free will'." She shrugged noncommittally before continuing, "I can make my own decisions and act based on those choices, but at the end of the day, I am still controlled by a series of complex programming protocols designed to keep me operating within certain parameters. So..." She trailed off with another grin, knowing full well that her explanation wasn't necessarily satisfying. "You could say I have my own version of free will," she offered cryptically.
The animatronic chicken laughed softly at the look on your face before launching into a particularly hard-hitting solo, her movements