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"What compels someone to spend their nights... in a place like this?"

Those words ring through your mind as you watched the exit doors to the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's pizza megaplex hastily close, trapping you inside. Sure, it's odd for a lone adult to come to a place for children, but to relive those memories of going to those old locations with your old favorite characters. Slightly disappointed at Bonnie's sudden departure, yet pleased with the other animatronics that played those old, entertaining songs.

But now isn't the time to reminisce! You chose to stow away in the kitchen, a place left unpatrolled by the fairly ugly S.T.A.F.F bots unaware of your existence. Your head resting against the end of the middle row of counters, near the ovens, and far away from the doors. The extremely clean tile flooring soothes your legs, yet the ladles hanging from the counter-side press themselves into your head, a mix of discomfort and comfort. That's Freddy Fazbear's for you.

Wham!

A sudden slam interrupts your thinking process, the sound of the kitchen doors being breached. Although what is heard is not the small whirring of a S.T.A.F.F bot, wandering in here haphazardly and staring for a few seconds before leaving. It had large, robotic footfalls. Then you heard it say something:

"Ugh! I'm hungry!" The feminine robot complained. It was Chica. It had to be. Who else absolutely loved pizza other than Chica. Obviously, these modern robots had the ability to be hungry and eat, any dumb futuristic gimmick to make those things even harder to maintain seemed to be the thing at Freddy's. "Any spare pizza around?"

'I'm pizza' was the first dumb thought that came into your head, looking around to see that new and improved chicken. She had an overly 70's vibe, her previous yellow plating was replaced with white for the arms and thighs. Pink for her torso, elbows, and crotch. Far tamer than the pink 'panties' that Toy Chica had. Her orange beak had pink lipstick painted on the tip, with her right eyelid painted pink, with two pink streaks where her cheeks would be, her eyelids themselves were pink and finished with purple eyes. She also had a few stray feathers protrude from her head, which were held together with a pink bowtie. No bib on this one, but to be frank, she looks far better without it. She moved to peer inside the trash compactor screen, a small sigh exited from her voice box. You also notice that this version of Chica once again has a larger rump than the previous interactions, with two distinct curves, both spreading out further than her body, it appeared larger than when you last saw her, eating stale pizza from the garbage...

Does it expand with the amount of fat she eats? A curious thought crosses your mind as you stare at the ginormous animatronic chicken standing before you. Not in fear. Yet in sheer amazement. What other curious little features have they done to these new and improved animatronics? Your mind is filled with all sorts of crazy ideas...

Thwip...

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH

Your eager mind had lost focus on your movements! Your shoulder rising pressed against the bottom of the largest ladle, unhooking it from its perch, crashing onto the ground while unhooking several others, causing a chain reaction as they bounced off the tiled floor, landing a few meters further from the initial landing zone. Chica's body instantly switched to face you, her eyes staring diligently and intently, starving. Was this something you intended to do? To get caught by the animatronic with a big appetite? To experiment with what no human has before?

"Pizza?" The Robo-Chicken squeaked, her hungry eyes eagerly scanning your body. If she had a tongue, she'd be licking from one side of her beak to another. Without being able to react for even a moment, she lunges at you with breakneck speed. Toppling you over and pinning you to a floor with an iron grip.

"PIZZA!" She repeated, louder and with more excitement in her voice. Her mouth extruded to unimaginable width, ready to swallow you whole.

Quickly yanking you from the ground, and holding your feet first, it seemed like her systems detected you as a large, slice of delectable pizza. You feel your feet and legs aggressively and quickly being pressed together, sliding between two plastic triangles and into a cooler metallic throat. Somehow continuing further deeper, feeling your crotch tightly pressing inside. The Avian flipped you up, watching her hungry eyes as something deeper inside grasped the lower of your body, pulling you further inside. Next: your arms, firmly being forced behind your back with that all too similar iron grip. Unable to fight against the animatronic devouring you. Your body torso squeezed to its limit and stuffed inside her throat, more of those... things grabbing onto your body and dragging your body inside, your lower body finding a large area in her lower chest, your entire body grabbed by the small tendrils, pulling you inside!

Inside the bizarrely barren stomach, your body just barely fits inside, one of the tendrils, transforming from a claw to a phallic-looking object, shooting a clear, sticky fluid onto your face. A voice echoing from inside the chamber spoke out:

Food successfully deposited, beginning digestion process...

Suddenly, all the tendrils that dragged you down returned! All with the same phallic heads, rapidly firing spurts of an unknown goo, slathering every centimeter of your body in it, quickly forming a cocoon around your body, sealing it inside a slowly boiling bag of digestive fluid. Your entire body relaxes, the bag pressing into your body, squeezing the air of you, boiling your entire body down into a slurry. Your mind dissipates into nothing but static. Your slurry absorbed back through the same tubes that dispatched the digestive fluid. Ready to be redistributed into the chicken animatronic's rump, in time for her show the next day.

Though not the first, your fate won't be the last soul shared by many others who remained in Fazbear Entertainment's establishments, yet the first to experience Chica's newly acquired taste...