The Fazbear Club: Chapter 4
Though, you might wanna check on a certain chicken. see you tomorrow!" the bunny said, smiling at him and waving one of her hands at mike before leaving the room and heading her way to the hall. wait...a certain chicken? ...oh no...
Egg of the World
Looking up chickens and eggs, i find nothing on the internet. the only thing i could find was normal information about regular chickens. their habits and facts that most people already knew.
The Fazbear Club: Chapter 2
Hi all. Sorry if this took kind of long. As always, please do leave comments about the story as criticism is most needed. * * * Mike's brain had sudden gone haywire. How the hell did this place exist? What is this place? Why did the robots look so...
The Better Life
Claire was a chicken woman. it was only natural that a chicken woman should be able to lay more eggs than any other anthro he made around the town. claire nodded and squatted slightly.
The Fazbear Club: Prologue
Chica the chicken. foxy the pirate fox. and the main star, frieda fazbear. it had saddened mike when he heard that the restaurant had to relocate to a different area.
Foxes of Suburbia
In an instant, the fox grabbed the chicken wing in his maw and ran for the back of the house, remembering the doggy door as the loud noise in the house went from big to thunderous.
Going Global (Gallus, part 8)
Many of the farms had already shipped off truckloads of eggs and packaged chicken meat.
Spiced Chicken
“but all those other chickens aren't you, i've had my eye on you, my rooster friend, since i came into this place, since you surprised me by being here."
a five nights at Freddy’s fanfic (short)
Twenty minutes later his friend chica chicken started walking around and roamed tell they found eachoter and began to talk to eachoter. "hello bonnie its nice to see you"chica said.
Haunted House Party: Truth or Dare
The Mercedes' engine ticked in a steady rhythm as Morgan sat in the fading heat of the front seat. She double-checked the red-stained fake bandage on her upper arm and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. A black BMW X5 was...
Gnarl writes a book...sort of!
This was not a choir he liked very much as the chickens were rather mean and tried to eat his tail every time he went into the chicken coup. gnarl was mumbling to himself as he gave the chickens a stare.
How the Fuck did i Get Here Ch 1: Chicken?
I may have lost the game of chicken, but i couldn't argue with the consolation prize. to be continued...