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

[\~ Sort of a request- ~/]

Freddy X Chica-

(The picture doesn't relate to the story-)

Weelll ... It was more of an idea-type-request-thingie by my good friend~ 0Ashlyn_FtFreddy0

And since I'm an obsessor for this ship ( >:) ) I just had to write it.

It took me a while, buuuuut ... Whatever-

The ending is my favorite part-

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... Chica was strolling down the East Hallway when she heard clattering sounds from the kitchen. The door was wide open and the scent of cleaning liquid was spread everywhere.

She peered inside, spotting a certain brown bear with his back facing her direction as he tried to clean a single spot on the floor.

She glanced around the hallway, then slowly stepped inside, making sure to not make any noise that would alert the bear's sensitive ears.

She sneaked up behind him, noticing his frustration from his lowered ears.

With a silent sigh, she set her hand on his shoulder, making first his ears, then his whole head perk upwards, he stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What do you need?" He inquired, flatly as always.

"I want you to stop for a while." She murmured as Freddy squinted.

"Stop? Do you want the whole establishment to stop!?" He sounded a bit aggressive now.

"No." The chicken uttered to defend her statement. "Of course I don't want this place to stop. I just want you to stop working like the Manager all the time."

At that, he snorted and stood up, dusting his delicate fur. "I am the Manager here, Chica. You'll have to live with it."

He then moved on to readjusting his hat, his bowtie, examining his arms aaaand ... All sorts of readjustment while Chica watched him with sympathy.

"You never cared about what you looked like before."

"I wasn't an active performer before!" He huffed. "We aren't 'Withered' anymore!" With that, he glanced to the spot he had been busy cleaning, tapping onto his muzzle as he noticed that it was still there.

"Now go do something else." He muttered, before moving to a cabinet, but before he could open it, a robotic voice echoed in his head.

"Caution; systems overheating."

He grunted, "Stupid!" and looked around with narrowed eyes.

"Do you need help?" The chicken asked, slightly reluctant.

"Do I look like I don't!?" He replied, clearing his head of thoughts as he spotted a chair in the corner. A relieved grin appeared on his face.

He trundled over to it, settling down abruptly. He closed his eyes, resting his head in his hand.

Chica sat on the floor right next to him, fixating her eyes onto him, trying to find the more ... sweeter side of that same bear, that had been buried off by human programming. She sighed deeply as he opened an eye to glance at her.