Stuck in the PizzaPlex

Hungry?

The two make it to a security office overlooking a kitchen, and Caytor looks around at the many television screens that had static on them as well as buttons and keyboards on the tables. He looks around before seeing Gregory peering down from the window and they both hear clatter.

"What in the-..." Caytor walks over and heaves himself onto the desk to see something moving behind a metal machine.

"Do you mind if you stay up here while I go down and take a look, Caytor?" Gregory asks, placing a hand on Caytor's shoulder.

"Mhm." Caytor nods his head and waits as Gregory rushes out from the office. He looks through the glass to see the security guard walk through the kitchen, and after a few minutes of muffled talking that he can hear, Gregory walks out with another animatronic who was holding a pizza box while snacking on some pizza.

Soon enough, the two were right at the security door "Caytor, come over here and meet Chica."

The boy slips down from the table and walks over but stops right behind Gregory. The animatronic stares at him for a moment before holding the pizza box up to him

 "Hungry?" she asks with a smile.

Caytor blinks before looking at the pizza before hesitantly taking a piece and taking a bite.

"And what's a little one like you doing in the PizzaPlex during after hours? It's barely 3 A.M." Chica asks, standing upright once more and looking at Gregory.

"Friends dared him to steal a plushie." Gregory explains once more.

"They don't sound nice." she mentions.

"They aren't." Caytor shakes his head and takes another bite. "To be honest, everyone back there doesn't like me."

Chica blinks and glances at Gregory as he frowns at the kid. "How about you take care of the pizza box while I talk to Gregory? You can eat the rest of the pizza if you're that hungry, okay?"

Caytor nods his head, already getting another pizza slice to eat.

Gregory and Chica stand in the kitchen, the security guard quietly watching the animatronic make new batches of pizza.

"So the boy doesn't have a home?" she asks.

"Yup." Gregory sighs, folding his arms.

"So he is in your past situation." Chica murmurs.

"Mhm. But he's surrounded by bad people. Bad influences. But he's such a nice kid. Nicer than me, and... Well, you could slightly remember what I can do." Chica nervously laughs at that.

"Yeah. For a kid, you were very smart. And you still are." Chica says. Gregory hums quietly, staring at the ground and Chica glances at him.

"Thinking about something?" she asks, getting the finished pizza and placing it in a box and going to the next one.

Gregory nods his head slowly, sighing heavily and hitting his head against a metal cabinet. "What would Vanessa do right now?" he mumbles and Chica frowns as she looks down.

"Well... around the time that she mentioned about a kid stuck in the PizzaPlex after midnight, she might understand that you were a homeless kid and might want to help you. She was a very nice woman."

Gregory looks down and sighs heavily.

"So... I think she would want to help Caytor, too." Chica smiles reassuringly, and it became quiet between the two for a moment, and it wasn't the peaceful kind. "What do you think you're going to do for Caytor when it does turn to 6 A.M.?" she asks quietly.

"It's his choice, really. I'm just holding it off until then. To see if... he would want to or not."

Chica smiles reassuringly and places a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I think he would want to." she says.

Gregory smiles quietly at Chica before she places a box of pizza into his hands. He raises an eyebrow to see that it was a half half pizza. He looks up at Chica with a questioning look.

"I need to make more pizzas for the others, but I managed to get this one finished for them. Mind taking it to them?" Chica asks with a wink, pointing at some notes she wrote down on the box which had their apparent side of the pizza.

"Sure thing." Gregory nods his head.

"Also, what's the boy's name again?" she asks with a smile.

"His name's Caytor." he answers.

"Hmm... Caytor Fazbear." she giggles, making Gregory whip his head at her, his face slowly going red in embarrassment.

"Chica!" he hisses, making the animatronic snicker before waving him off.

"What were you two talking about?" Caytor asks once Gregory comes back into the office to pick the boy up, noticing the security guard's face bright red.

"I-It's nothing. She just wanted to tell me about the pizzas and that we need to act like delivery boys."

Gregory shakes his head to get rid of his flustered face before looking at the box in his hand and looks down at Caytor when he tugged his shirt once more.

"Where to now?" he tilts his head.

Gregory hums quietly as he holds Caytor's hand once more and discarding the empty box that the boy had finished eating his pizza from. "To a place that I was once banned from." he shrugs.

"But are you still banned from the place?" Caytor asks, looking up at him.

"No, no. I'm not." he shakes his head.

"After a few weeks, they realized that I didn't actually turn the lights off, so they appealed the ban." Caytor nods his head and looks around as he walks closely to Gregory, the tunnel they took was, again, dark.