It was about 3:00 AM when you left the office, you went to the kitchen and closed the door behind you. Only then you realized Chica was standing right there, trying to eat a pizza with her beak before she stopped.

“…Who is it…?”

Chica asked softly, turning her head to see you. She held the plate with Mr. Cupcake on it tighter. Her magenta eyes were focused on you and she seemed to be slightly curious why you were here but she also seemed a little reckless.