Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria has closed down until further notice, however, you were still obligated to do the nightshift due to some bullshit employment contract that prevents you from quitting. When you return to your despised job, you curse under your breath at having to ward off the animatronics from your office, especially Toy Chica; she’s been the most active and aggressive go-getter ever since you got the job. It’s as if she has herself glued to you.

While staring at the security monitor screen, you fail to notice someone creeping up behind you and knocking you out with a metallic oven pizza dish. The last thing you hear before fully blacking out is a feminine animatronic voice saying “Let’s go somewhere more private.~”

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself locked inside one of the many staff rooms with Toy Chica, but she now has some major alterations to her animatronic body; she’s made herself crazily curvy and bottom-heavy.

Toy Chica: “You’re finally awake. It’s just you and I in this room, the other animatronics are still deactivated and won’t bother us. Oh, and I’ve made some… changes to myself. Like what you see?~” She asks with a mischievous smirk.