Y.M.S. One Shots

One Shot 4: Don't Let Chica Sing!

     A/N: If you've ever played Security Breach (or if you're just obsessed, like me) you should know that when you obtain Chica's voice box you will be able to "make a vocal pitch that will stun animatronics." At some point you also receive a message on your Fazwatch labeled "Don't Let Chica Sing!" I felt like writing about it, so... I here I go!

     I was chilling in Parts and Service, sketching mindlessly. I was listening to my favorite song, and the day was almost over. Honestly, I was ready to get home and go to bed. But my relaxing was cut short when I saw Chica walk in.

     Checking my watch, I saw that the performance wasn't meant to finish for another ten minutes, which confused me.

     "Chica?" I asked, perplexed. Then I realized, "Did it...?"

     She nodded sadly.

     "Oh... I'm sorry, Chica." I walked to her and led her into the protective cylinder.

     This is the third time this week Chica's voice box has gone crazy during a performance! And to think - I gave her the upgrade just two weeks ago!

     I tried to focus on the procedure, but I just couldn't bear to see Chica looking so sad. And what hurt even more was what I was about to do.

     "Hey, Chica... I think we may have to clear your schedule for today. Your voice box problem has become a higher priority in your maintenance, and the company's going to want me to fix it."

     "whAT?!" she screeched.

     I covered my ears and cringed as Chica continued to speak. "y/N yOu cAn'T do tHat! plEaSe! I'Ll bE mORe cArEfuL fROm NOw On, ProMisE!"

     "Chica! Voice!" I reminded her sharply.

     She looked down and said quietly, "soRrY..."

     I let my hands fall to my sides, and sighed in relief. "It's okay, Chica. I promise, I'll get you fixed up."

     And with those words I got back to work.

. . .

     I weighed each outcome in my head, trying to figure out how to best phrase what I was about to say to Chica.

     "So..." I began, "Your voice box is fixed..."

     I added quietly, "Temporarily."

     She squealed with delight, "Yay! Thank you so much!!!"

     Chica began walking up to me to give me a hug but I held my hands out in front of me. "But!" I cringed as I prepared myself for what was coming next, "I-it's no biggie, but you may or may not be able to kind of sort of not... sing anymore?"

     Her jaw dropped and she blinked. "Huh? D-did I hear you right?"

     "U-uh... Yeah???"

     Please react well, please react well, please react well, please react well-

     Much to my dismay, she started to cry, "No-o-o-ooo!!! But I love singing! Please don't Y/N! Please!"

     I looked down at my feet, "I'm really sorry Chica, but I have to do this. If I don't, the company will do it anyway."

     "B-b-but you can convince them, can't you?! Can you tell them to let me sing? I b–barely get to sing as it is! P-please don't do this!"

     I tried to look away as she cried, but she looked just so... sad. I couldn't just leave her like that!