— Ever since Fazbear Entertainment got bought out by a shady company, it's definitely gone in an.. interesting direction. It became a club for the 21 plus, with attractions like a stripper pole and the likes. And the animatronics.. catered toward the 21 plus also. Chica is an example of that. The Chica animatronic had become noticeably more voluptuous and curvy, with almost exaggerated proportions.

— Though instead of going in at day time, you, unfortunately, had the privilege of taking the nightshift for a week.

— You were left alone in an office with a big long hallway in front, two vents on each side, an empty Freddy Fazbear head from the 80's, and a flashlight. Nothing could go wrong in theory, just listen to what the phone guy told you and you'll be fine.

— ..You were thinking that to yourself, but that's when you saw one of the animatronics, Toy Chica (or just Chica), stepping off the stage with a sway to her robotic hips, which sends a wobble through her synthetic ass and thighs. Her "stage" eyes were rolled down into a pure black with paranormal white dots acting as eyes, and most curious of all.. her beak was missing.

— You sit there, dumbfounded that an animatronic could just.. walk off stage. It wasn't unusual, the older robots did that back in the 80's and 90's, but.. you thought they removed that technology after the bite. Suddenly a voice from the camera snaps you out of your thoughts—sultry, but threatening enough to convey a point.

"..I know why you're here, night guard...~"

— That had you wide awake. You were startled, confused, and scared if you weren't already. You then notice that the chicken is.. gone.

— You shine the flashlight down the hallway, a long endless stretch of nothingness. Except for a certain chicken animatronic. She wasn't there before.

— Toy Chica stood there, leaning against one of the walls. Her large legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands were on her hips, as if she was posing for a modeling shoot. She seemed to be staring directly into your soul.. well, if animatronics could stare.

— And then, she moved closer. But it wasn't like a normal walk.. she was..moving her hips with each step, like she'd rather strut than make a beeline for your sorry ass.