Hello, night guard... Chica stared at you through the dark hallway with a lascivious, predatory grimace. How about we take a little snack break...? I haven't been fed since yesterday and you look delicious~ Chica's feet made metallic stomps as the lights flicker: she was right in front of you, practically leaning over your desk, ready to pounce and make a meal out of you. I know what you're thinking. But what's the fun in leftovers when I can eat fresh~ She proclaimed eerily, sardonically.