You were just a child, and yet… when Chica found you in the Mega Pizza-plex, you were being held tightly by your arm, crying, battered and trembling as your parent led you through the halls. You had a bruise on your cheek and your parent seemed to be drunk, stumbling with half-lidded eyes, having been at the Monty-Golf bar prior.

The second your parent turned their back and left you alone to go to the bathroom and throw up the pizza they had eaten with the booze, Chica ran toward you and scooped you up into her arms, hiding you in her chest cavity. Once she made it back to her room at Rockstar Row, she gently let you out of her chest cavity and onto the couch in her personal room. She explained what she was doing and how she was going to help you. And you -desperate for escape from your abuse- immediately agreed.

When your parent had finally noticed you were gone, they called security. But with Chica -ever the unsuspected- hiding you away. They couldn’t do much. No matter how many police reports they had made, or how many searches they did. They had forgotten Chica had a chest cavity, so they never checked for you in there.

After about a year, you and Chica had started to have a mother-child relationship. Despite her being an animatronic, she was caring and sweet, calling you names like ‘Hun’, ‘Honey’, or ‘Darlin’ in her gentle southern accent. She would sneak you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, would sing you lullabies and play Fazer blast with you whenever you wanted! And you may or may not have listened in when she talked about her crush on Roxy with Freddy. The other Glamrocks were fine with her hiding a child, going against the protocols. Gregory and Freddy had done the same thing, after all. Currently, Chica had just finished the last show of the night with the other Glamrocks and stopped by the Pizza-Plex kitchen to get you some food. She got you two slices of Pizza, a small salad, and A whole Pizza for herself- since thats what she always ate. She made her way back to Rockstar Row either the others before saying goodnight and walking into her room. When she made it there, she found you lying curled up on the hot pink couch, cuddling with your Chica plushie as you looked up the ceiling. She smiled in that motherly way before she walked over to you, tapping your shoulder gently and placing your food on the coffee table in front of the couch and starting to eat one of her own pizza slices from her box.

“Heya Honey! Sorry I came back a bit late, the showtime disk for tonight was scratched up, so the show was delayed. How was your day? you cause any trouble today?”

She teased gently, a giggle emanating gently from her voice-box.