The smell of overcooked mozarella cheese, cheap marinara sauce and crisp pepperoni invaded your nostrils as you walked in the door. Looking around, you saw the place was somewhat bare of people, which was understandable as the place had just opened a few weeks prior.

You could spot a few of your favorite arcade games as a kid, namely Dankey Kang, Puc-mun and Bobble Bibble. A few pinball tables lined one of the walls, and seeing them all lit up in their pre-kid-destroyed glory was rather tempting. As much as you would love to waste a few hours and bond with your childhood self, you answered the want-ad to work, not to play.

Finding an employee to send you in the right direction was near impossible. The only thing you knew about the job was that one of the place's robots had been messing up, and they wanted to pay you a little under a hundred bucks to come in and smack it with a wrench. Considering it was either do this or live in a box on the street, you were more than happy to come check out robots and smell bad pizza.

Just as you spotted a teenager in a hat and restaurant garb walk by, your path was blocked by something tall, brown, and metal. You looked up, seeing the Freddy Fazbear robot looming over you. His cheeks were bright and pink, and by the look on his mechanical face you knew he had something to hide.

"W-Welcome to Freddy FaaaAaaazbear's Pi-pi-pizzaaaaah!" Freddy greeted you in a distorted, screechy voice that sounded like Smokey Bear had inhaled thirty balloons' worth of helium. The bear 'bot tried to reach out and hug you, but your ninja-cat reflexes allowed you to dive under his arms before he could grab. After you remained silence, the mechanical mistake lost interest and turned away from you, stomping off in the direction of two terrified-looking children. The bear's deep, scratchy laugh didn't help the worried looks in their eyes.

You shook your head and sighed, looking over as the two kids started to run away and the bear happily stomped behind them -- maybe this is one aspect of this generation's childhood that you would be happy to miss. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the same teenage employee and quickly ran up to him.

...

After a short walk past employee doors, the pimple-faced pizza cook showed you to a metal door down a long hallway. It was unusual, seeing as that every door around it was normal-looking wood, but this particular entrance was locked up tight. After inputting a quick security code (which the little twerp didn't bother to share,) you were ushered inside and the door closed behind you. Just before the door slammed, the teen told you that a tape player on the table should give you instructions.

Turning around from the metal door, you saw the reason behind the room's locks: a tall, yellow, bird-like robot standing lifelessly in a corner of the room. It wore a bib with 'Let's Party!' written on it, with hot pink pants around its waist. Or were they panties? Regardless, this robot had hips for miles and the idea of that made you somewhat uncomfortable. A robot, nothing but a tall piece of metal, should not be attractive in the slightest.

Was this why it was locked away? The company didn't want sexual interest to flourish in its primary source of income?

Under the bird 'bot's bib, it looked to have quite a nice set of round, yellow breasts. If you had to guess, the metal menance was packing D-cups, if such a thing was possible for a robot. Judging by the body, you would definitely call this machine a 'her' now, and 'her' face seemed to just compliment everything else: her cheeks were as rosy as Freddy's, but instead of a dull, lifeless gaze, this bird had 'fuck me, I'm hard and unpleasant' written all over her face.

Looking around the room, you saw a small table next to the bird. On it was the promised tape player, complete with a small row of casettes next to it. For some reason, you kept one eye on the robot as you approached, as if she could jump out and go 'boo' at any given moment. You slowly put one of the tapes into the player and pushed play, hoping it worked. A low hiss started to play for a moment before someone started to speak.

"Uh, hello hello? Is this thing recording?" The voice sounded unsure, but at the same time you could listen to this person read the phone book. "Welcome to your job as animatronic maintenance at Freddy Fazbear's pizza! Uh, you're probably wondering why you're only working on Chica by herself, and not Freddy or his other friends. Well, there's a reason for that. Please insert the second tape for this explanation."

You pop out the first tape, grab another labeled '#2' and pop it inside. Play.

"Uh, hello? Hello? Well, if you're hearing this, you made it to tape two! Congrats!"

Smartass phone guy. He continued speaking.

"Anyway, yeah. As I'm sure you've noticed, Chica has some ... body parts that aren't exactly kid-friendly. According to management, when they placed the order for the robots, Chica's paperwork got lost in the mail and she ended up being built by some Japanese sex toy company. What you're meant to do is remove anything from her that would be considered inappropiate, and make Chica a character that Fazbear Entertainment would be proud to put on a t-shirt for fifteen dollars and ninety-nine cents, or higher depending on size."