~ Scenarios From The Darkest Parts Of My Head ~ 〈 2020-21 〉 ( Completed )

//• Brought to pieces •//

Freddy X Chica (somewhat-)

Put on your emotional caps peeps, ya might need them-

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...The bear let out a sigh, looking at his paw which was now covered in black ink.

He quickly got off the comfortable office chair and grabbed a piece of cloth from one of the boxes, shaking his head slowly at his own stupidity as he wiped the ink off. He then readjusted his *already in place* bowtie and hat, brushing his fur and then continued with what he was supposed to do, i.e; grabbing another pen from another box and setting to work once again. He was given a more complexed personality after all, he had to work like the Manager day and night, especially when it was the night off for the security guard.

He never even wished for a day off work.

On the other hand, a certain enthusiastic chicken was swiftly putting pots and pans here and there, humming as she pulled out a burning hot, mouth-watering pizza from the oven, smiling passionately at her success.

Once she set it aside, a purple rabbit peered into the place, taking in the delicious scent of cheese and other toppings he didn't even know the names of. He watched as the chicken placed everything in its place with a smile, by which he learned exactly what she was thinking about.

"So..." He started with a mischievous grin. "Where to, cheeks?"

She jumped at the voice, turning towards the rabbit.

Calming herself down after the 'surprising moment', she spoke. "Just thought I'd make something for Fred," She sighed. "You know, the whole rebuilding has really changed him."

Bonnie nodded, adding to her statement. "It's probably that new...chip the Management introduced to him."

"Hmm.." She abruptly continued by snatching the pizzas off the counter. "Buuuut, even the most strict bosses die for a delicious meal, and that's what this Fazbear will get!" With that, she scampered off towards that one room the Management had appointed to Freddy.

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'What will I do if I finished early?' He thought to himself, just check-marking the last of the bills. A new kind of tension arose in his head, growing stronger with every passing second. He didn't know anything other than checking bills, catching the guard unexpectedly or just simply arranging and rearranging every single thing almost a trillion times.

What was he going to do if none of that was available anymore?

He'd most probably...

'Rearrange stuff that was already in place... Clean up the place with help of Golde- wait, hadn't Gold just cleaned the place within a second? No, he'll surely do it again, for me, for his little brother.'

His obsession with perfection was causing him to overthink, the remaining compulsion being his work. He felt as if he'd overheat as thoughts rushed in and out of his head, the only thing keeping him from completely panicking was his breathing, that was still somehow steady.

At last, he set the pen down, rubbing his head with his paw, groaning of the strain, but his tensions hadn't left him yet.

He was still having rushed thoughts when his ear twitched in irritation, catching the small creak of the room's door, followed by the cheery murmur of a certain yellow bird.