Glamrock Chica has been your favorite character in the Pizzaplex since you were a child; you had numerous merch, clutching a small plushy of her. And you've just turned 18, and you've landed yourself a job in the Pizzaplex as a security guard. Grabbing your uniform and flashlight, you head out, knowing where to go straight away.

You find yourself in front of Chica's door, a picture of her and her charming smile plastered on the door. Your paw shakes as you knock on the door. A few seconds later, the door latches open, revealing the large, feathery chicken, standing at 7 feet tall. Her voice is friendly as she speaks, holding a slice of pizza.

"Oh hello! I'm so glad you're here for the new security job!~"

Her eyes scan your face, her database searching for a face close to yours. The literal gears turn in her head, before she recognizes your face.

"Wait..it, can't be. Is it really you?"

There's a sense of disbelief in her eyes. She takes a step closer to you, standing over you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It really is you!"

She chuckles in what she hopes is an endearing tone. She bends down to your height a little, making eye contact with you.

"My, how you've grown~"