Chica's Party World (Request)

Funtime Chica stomped down the narrow hallway, lumbering toward the party room. It was 2 pm at Chica’s Party World on a hot summer Saturday, and the goliath gallus had a birthday party booked for 7 guests. Understandably, she was pressed for time.

Chica arrived just as the party began. It was Stacy’s 7th birthday! An awesome occasion that was arranged by William Afton’s Home for Parentless Children. To celebrate, a batch of 14 cupcakes were being baked inside Chica at this very moment. They were Chica’s Famous-chocolate, with pink frosting.

“Well, folks, I’m here!”, Chica said. A loud beep emitted from her chest, signaling that the cupcakes were done. She slid out the tray of delights and held it up with a hand, as if she was tossing a pizza dough. Stacy and her friends were cheering as they swarmed Chica, eager to try the much-advertised treats.

“One at a time”, Chica said.  “One at a time.”  She picked one off the tray, and handed it down to Stacy, and then her friends. There were seven children altogether. Here’s how it went, from fattest to thinnest- Bertha, Jimmy, Paula, Stacy, Connor, Sandy, and Brandy.

Now, Bertha was definitely on the hefty side. She might not fit at first, and it’d be a heckuva mess for the others to clean up, but Chica eyed her anyways. Sandy on the other hand was short and safe, with a little meat. Paula was a fair compromise-porky, but not too obese. Winner winner, pizza dinner. She reached behind herself, and turned a dial near the back of her left shoulder.

The orphanage had paid for a cheese pizza, so Chica returned to her kitchen. Chica’s Party World was a novel experiment-it was the first restaurant to be governed by animatronics! There were humans there at night of course, but everything from the food to the security systems was overseen by the restaurant’s own performers. It was a smashing success. Chica, of course, was in charge of the food. Pigpatch made sure everything went according to plan, while Chip provided the entertainment. The Music Man was their backup jukebox.

Making a pizza was programmed into her, so Chica planned her next move while she pounded out the dough, squeezed some tomato sauce, and sprinkled the cheese onto it.

“Now wait just one darn minute,” Chica thought. “How will I get that girl into my kitchen?”
Then it hit her- Pigpatch could help. And so could her other pals! Chica was so excited by this that she forgot to change her setting back to “bake”, and as a result the pizza was ground up. "Silly me," she mused. Chica turned the dial on her back, and made a new pizza.

She returned to the Party Room thirty minutes later, with a fresh, cheesy pizza. Pigpatch and Chip had been sent on stage, playing music. The children tore into the pizza with relish, as Chip and Chica exchanged nods. Pigpatch's eye shifted from green to blue-meaning that it's Party Time. He remained on stage, while Chip and Chica divided the children into two groups. Chica’s group was the one that ended up with Paula, Connor, and Sandy while Chip took Stacy, Jimmy, Bertha, and Brandy. While he took them on a tour of the Beaver Ball Pit, Chica took her group down the hall she came from. Music Man took their places on stage, and belted out a deafening cover of the Star Spangled Banner in that surprisingly deep voice of his.

When the group came to the same hallway that Chica ran down earlier, she said that she wanted to show them how the pizzas were made. They didn’t want to.

Connor cried, "I wanna go see Chip!"
Paula asked, "Can't I finish my pizza?"
Sandy didn't care, and said "I just wanna go back to Afton's."

Sandy turned around to exit, but Pigpatch's rotund frame blocked the doorway. The hallway was one small corridor, that tapered as it neared the kitchen. William Afton was very specific about this in the blueprints.

Chica pulled Paula towards her roughly, clucking in eagerness. "Take 'em back to the party", she called out to Pigpatch, who traditionally ensured that everything went smooth and secretive. But then she had a moment of clarity. There were too many kids watching this, so it couldn't just be Paula. Chica had gotten so far; it was too late to turn back now. She shook her head, and said "Never mind."

Pigpatch and Chica took the group into the kitchen, at the same time that Chip brought his children into the termite room. It was moist, and smelly. Chip's group did not enjoy the termite room. Chica's group shuffled slowly, like zombies. Pigpatch was always behind them, making sure things went right.

Once inside, he blocked the exit while Chica changed back from the oven setting. She peeled open her chest, and exposed her endoskeleton torso. Within her, a cacophony of gears and blades began to sing, as she seized Paula by the shoulders, and fed her into the grinder face first. Pigpatch was content to stand back and watched, squealing with delight as he was splashed by the blood. The children gathered around him, trying to push their way through in desperation. But he was too heavy, and stood his ground as he thought of pigs rolling around in mud. It delighted him.

The screams from the kitchen  were muffled by the narrow hallway's insulation, and completely drowned out by Music Man's smashing rendition of "Old McDonald Had A Farm". Ten minutes or so later, three brats of pepperoni were ready to be added to the freezer, which was perfect timing because Chip had just put in an order for a meat lover's, since his group was so patient. It was on the house, of course.