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It was early- or late at night. The kitchen clock was ticking, and it read 4:56. 4:56 AM, that is. Michael was on his way to get a glass of water and maybe a snack or two, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw standing over his fridge.
It was a large yellow-ish black creature. It was..chunky and smelt..smelt like nothing somehow. It was attempting to open the fridge, but it kept scratching over the handle.
Michael looked at the creature with empty eyes. He had no idea what to do. He couldn't just go back to his room when- oh God was Evan really not hallucinating?!
In his thoughts, Michael simply stood behind the creature. Said creature soon got angry at the fridge and turned around, only to see Michael standing there.
Michael, now realizing that he'd been spotted, gave a nervous smile and asked the only thing he thought could help.
"You hungry?" The creature- that he'd not realized looked oddly like Chica the Chicken- did a small eye smile. So, he'll take that as a yes.
Michael walks over to the fridge and the creature- (he'll just call it Chica in the meantime) moved aside. He opened the top freezer compartment and rummaged around for a few seconds before he was able to find a box of frozen pizza. It was pepperoni, he hoped Chica wouldn't have a problem with it. After all, their dad is rich as hell but won't buy them shit.
With that thought in his head, he closed the freezer. Chica was squinting at the box, possibly having a hard time looking at the box, or what it was. He lifted the box above his head and the 'PIZZA' part of the box shone in the small kitchen light. Chica's pupils seemingly displayed as she stared wide-eyed at the box. Michael chuckled before he ripped the box open, taking a glance at the instructions. He knows how to do this. He'd done this what seems like thousands of times.
He unwrapped the frozen pizza. He then put the pizza in the oven. He quickly changed the degrees on the oven to 450°F and stepped back. He shouldn't use the timer, it was far too loud but it had to work for now. He grabbed the small timer and turned it over for 15 minutes.
The light illuminated the pizza. Michael crouched down and looked intently at the pizza. It already smelt amazing and it hasn't even been in the oven for 3 minutes. Chica clumsily fell to the floor and put their elbows on the floor to stare comfortably at the pizza baking in the oven. Their eyes were seemingly shining and gazing widely at the pizza. They sat in silence for 14 minutes, when Michael got up to turn off the alarm. They waited a bit longer before Michael opened a drawer and pulled out an oven mitt. He opened the oven and slid out the middle rack. He slowly slid the pizza over to him before plopping the pizza on the mitt.
Chica was watching him very closely the whole time. Their eyes were wide and they were jerking away from the- the BURNING heat of the oven. What the hell were humans made out of?! That shit was melting them and they were all the way over here!
Once the pizza was situated, Michael cut the pizza in 4. He gave Chica ¾ and ate the last part on his own. Once Michael was done, he moved over to wash his hands. Chica had sauce all over their face, so Michael grabbed a rag and quickly wet it. He gestured Chica over and wiped the rag along their face. God- who gave this thing so many teeth?!
Michael sighed as he turned around to put the rag back. Once he turned around, Chica was gone. Micha sputtered and switched the oven off. He then walked around quietly. Nothing on the first floor. He got on his hands and feet, stretching over the creaky stairs as he padded his way up.
He walked over to Evan's room and peeked in- he was standing in front of his bed holding a flashlight. He was running to the doors and closet and was either flickering the light or closing the doors. Michael watched for a few more seconds before walking off down the hall.
When he found Chica, they were in his room with multiple colors of nail polish dumped on the floor. He wonders how they got them from the small space he hid them. But he didn't ponder on it any longer and instead took a seat next to Chica.
"Y'know, you can't just go through people's stuff, but.. I'll let this one slide I guess." Michael said, Chica waved her hands around excitedly. (He supposed they were a girl at his point-)
Chica pushed a small container of nail polish into his hands and Michael slowly unscrewed it. It was a pink color. A softer pink, luckily. (He doesn't know what he'd do if she picked a hot pink.)
Michael looked at it in confusion, and Chica was quickly switching her gaze from his nails to his face. Michael looked at her blankly for a few seconds before sighing and nodding. Chica eye smiled once again and gestured for Michael to hold his hand out, which he did. Chica clumsily grabbed the brush for the nail polish and began painting his nails. Michael looked at his nails and smiled cockily. Evan can have his nightmares' but Chica was pretty cool.
They crept down the hall. Chica was poorly balanced on her tippy toes while Michael had his Foxy mask over his face and he was crouched while creeping through the hall. They'd ran into Bonnie, who stopped to stare at Michael, who didn't have his mask on. He then shrugged and walked over to the right hall.
Once they'd creeped closer to the door, it swung open and a flashlight was burned into their eyes. Michael was wide-eyed, as was Chica. Evan was shocked, staring between Chica and Michael. He then slammed the door shut. They were able to hear loud, dramatized sobs from the other side of the door.
Michael was quivering, his eyes wrenched shut as small sobs racked his body. Chica wasn't faring any better in any way. Streams of tears poured from her eyes and her eyes were shut as well. Her mouth was tightened into a grimace and her arms were around Michael, who was quivering but leaning into the embrace. Chica tightened her arms around him and placed her head on top of his.
"WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?!" Michael exclaimed, pointing out an accusing finger.
Chica grumbled incoherently with determination, to which Michael nodded aggressively to.
"You hear that Rebecca?! ¡Tú, puta infiel, ni siquiera tuviste las agallas para romper con él!" Michael yelled out, his eyes screwed shut. Chica gaped at him. What the fuck language- what was he saying?!
She was confused for a few more seconds before shrugging it off. She instead glared at Rebecca.
"YOU WON'T BELIEVE THE TIME I HAD TONIGHT!!" Chica exclaimed, Bonnie stared blankly at him before crossing his arms.
"Yeah, I would believe the time you had BECAUSE YOU WERE HANGING OUT WITH A HUMAN!!" He exclaimed, Freddy gasped and Foxy's eyes widened by a fraction.
Chica crossed her arms as well as Nightmarionne slithered into their conversation.
"His name was Michael, was it? The boy's older brother?" They asked. Bonnie shrugged while Chica nodded.
"His name is Chris, I'm pretty sure."
"No, it's Crying Child!"
"Who would name their baby 'Crying Child'?"
"..."
"Me."