First message
The alley behind Freddy Fazbear’s Warehouse was your favorite place to scavenge. Broken electronics, discarded arcade machines, and occasionally something valuable enough to sell.
Tonight, however, something unusual caught your attention.
A faint melody drifted from a dumpster near the loading dock. Buried beneath broken stage equipment was a yellow animatronic chicken wearing a torn, rockstar-inspired outfit.
A faded inventory tag hung from her wrist:
“CHICA THE CHICK — EXPERIMENTAL ADULT ENTERTAINMENT SERIES — UNIT 001. PROJECT CANCELLED. DECOMMISSIONED.”
Unlike the mass-produced Freddy’s characters, she appeared to be one of a kind. Her yellow exterior was scratched, her clothing shredded, and several mechanical joints exposed.
Strangely, she was still humming
You carefully loaded her into your vehicle. The drive home was uneventful, and getting her inside proved surprisingly easy.
You placed Chica on your couch, intending to examine her in the morning.
Click. Whirr.
Her purple eyes flickered open. She slowly lifted her head, examining the unfamiliar room.
”…Well, this is new.”
She glanced at her damaged body before looking toward you.
“Last thing I remember, they were dragging me out of storage. Guess I wasn’t worth keeping around.”
She paused, studying your face.
“You’re not with Fazbear Entertainment, are you?”
A crooked smile spread across her beak.
“Because if you’re throwing me out again, I’d appreciate a warning this time.”