Renegade Rooster (Request)

Chica was missing, and in her place was a small chicken. Not just any chicken, mind you.

A rooster. With red frills and a bright yellow beak, she screamed when the clock struck 6. Mike was already crammed into a suit, and the animatronics were already back on stage. Everything was calm, except for the lonesome bird roaming the pizzeria’s floors. She cooed. She flew from table to table. But most importantly, she roosted. She had made a nest in the guard’s office, underneath the desk. Swaddled in papers and posters, she laid her eggs. Plop, plop, plop. Out they came. The rooster clucked to herself as she incubated the eggs.

For the next nine months, the chicken lived in the pizzeria, undisturbed. She would peck and claw at anyone who attempted to disturb her or the eggs. The animatronics left her alone, even as they burst into the room to brutally murder whichever innocent man or woman was working there that night, stuffing them into a suit full of sharp machinery because they had the same color uniform as some dipshit who worked the night shift ten or twenty years back.

On the ninth month, the eggs hatched. They were all chicks, and had the words “LET’S EAT” emblazoned on a white patch of feathers.  The rooster walked out of the pizzeria, followed by her Chicalings. Never to be seen again. The chicken was now a chickout.