Here you go you sick fuck

Chica sat at a table in the party room, the purple member of her animatronic family standing next to her. It was Wednesday, 1 AM, but they weren't making any moves towards the security room. Why would they, when they had had so much success the previous morning? Unfortunately, management was having difficulty finding a replacement, and so they were on their own for the time being.

"Umm, Chica, do you really want to do this?" Bonnie asked. "I mean, you remember what happened last time you did this, don't you?"

The 'this' he was speaking of was Chica's attempts at breaking her pizza-eating record. If only that one night guard from a few years ago hadn't been too busy watching an eating contest rather than watching the cameras.

"Of course I do! What kind of bird would I be if I didn't want to eat pizza? Besides, I hadn't mentally prepared myself last time, it won't happen again."

"Chica, it took the day crew two hours to get you and the table clean and you were barely able to perform for the children," Bonnie replied, deadpan. Chica scoffed and opened one of the many pizza boxes surrounding her. Bonnie rolled his eyes and sighed before wandering off, never to be seen in this story again. Chica ignored the breaking of the fourth wall in favor of taking a cheesy slice from the box.

"Mmm, cheesy goodness here I come! Let's eat!" Chica said with delight. With that declaration, she bit into the first of many slices of pizza. Her artificial tongue first registered the greasy underside, before her teeth sunk into the slice and caused an explosion of sauce and cheese to assault her tastebuds. Chica let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as she chewed, savoring every single bite.

Finishing the first slice, Chica reached into the box to pull out a second. Immediately shoving it into her mouth, she quickly developed an efficient routine. In no time at all, the first box was empty. Chica happily patted her belly before reaching for the second box.

"This is the best idea I've had all month!"

Cracking open the second box, pizza still as warm as it had been when she had finished making it, Chica went to town. Rather than the plain cheese of the first one, this pizza had pepperonis spread thickly on the top of it. Once more removing a slice, the still slightly melted cheese making a string connecting her slice to the rest, Chica bit down in ecstasy. Finishing off the pizza even faster than she had the first one, Chica sighed in contentment and reached for a third box.

"Urgh, Hawaiian? Why'd I even make this?" Attributing it to her programming, Chica shrugged and went to town on it just as she had the others. After all, what kind of monster would waste good pizza? Unfortunately, she started to have some problems midway through.

First, a greasy burp slipped past her beak. Letting out a slight giggle, Chica tried to resume eating. Before she could bite into the slice in her hand, another burp escaped her, larger than the first. Her artificial stomach began to rumble ominously. "Uh oh, that didn't sound good," Chica muttered to herself.

Patting and rubbing her belly, Chica calmed the gurgling. Maybe it was the pineapple? Regardless, she still had 3 pizzas to go, so she marched on. Finally finishing the third pizza, Chica took a short break. Reassuring herself and taking some calming breaths, Chica opened up the fourth box. Within it's cardboard domain was her personal favorite, meat lover's with extra sausage. Taking a bite out of the first slice, Chica quickly realized her folly. She was approaching the point of having eaten too much pizza. The thought boggled her computer mind. Was it truly possible to eat too much pizza? Perhaps she should not have been preparing herself by eating three pizzas every night for the past week and sneaking some leftovers throughout the day.

It was at this point that Chica knew that she had to get creative. Finishing of the first slice of her pizza, Chica grabbed the second and folded it in half. In doing so, Chica was able to was able to drain the grease from the slice. Taking a bite out of it, Chica was pleased to note that it was much easier to eat this way. Devouring the rest of the pizza utilizing this method, Chica grabbed box number five with high hopes.

Opening the box and removing a slice of the mushroom pizza within, Chica once more found herself having difficulties. Simply draining the grease was no longer enough for her abused tummy. Determined to break her record, Chica forced herself to eat the slice. Another burp escaping her, Chica resolutely grabbed two slices and stacked them before cramming them into her mouth, hoping that going faster would allow her to finish eating before it caught up to her.

Going through two more slices and then completing the box with the last three, Chica felt miserable. The amount of pizza she had been eating had caught up to her as she had finished chewing. Chica stared at the last box, the only thing standing between her and victory. Debating herself for a few moments, it was the gurgled protests of her stomach that made her mind for her. Chica dejectedly got up and went into the kitchen. She rummaged around in some of the drawers before she found what she was looking for. In her feathered hands were a knife and a fork.

"I can't believe I'm doing something so shameful," Chica grumbled. She returned to the party room, waddling slightly and a bit stooped over because of her full belly. Sitting down at the table, Chica opened up the final box and gazed inside. There it was, the final pizza. Anchovies. Chica slowly reached her knife and fork down, and with her trembling hands she cut a bite-sized piece of the pie. Placing it carefully in her mouth with the fork, Chica chewed slowly. Upon attempting to swallow, she quickly found herself dropping her fork and placing her hand over her mouth. The rest of the pizza had tried to make an escape. Chica blinked back tears and swallowed the first bite of the last pizza.

"Alright Chica, you can do this," Chica whispered to herself, trying to work up the courage to eat more. Determination strengthened, she reached her knife and fork into the box and cut away another piece. Gingerly putting it in her mouth and chewing it, she felt a tad more reassured when it went down without a problem. Even so, she still went slowly and carefully, taking more time on this one pizza than she had on the previous five combined. Finally stabbing at the final piece with a trembling hand, Chica forced it into her mouth and ate it.

"Yes, I did it!" Quickly standing up, Chica hopped for joy. This was the wrong thing to do. her stomach gurgled in protest once, loudly, and then an incredible pain left her hunched over in pain.

"Oh no, this is bad," Chica whimpered, before her gut burst with a loud boom, the pizza within her painting the table and chairs in front of her, some even splattering messily on the far wall. Chica slumped over, oil and grease leaking in a puddle around her.

"Dammit Chica, not again!" Freddy bellowed from the back room.