Y.M.S. One Shots

One Shot 6: Monty Mystery Mix

     A/N: Just a heads up, I'm starting to get back to work on my Sans x reader (if you're interested in reading that, please check it out! It's called My Heart Skips a Beat 😉) so updates are going to be slower than usual. Ngl, starting (or restarting) a book is easier than continuing one in my opinion (don't overthink that statement). I'm also in need of a break, so you should probably expect another update in about two weeks (I'm sorry, but I am tired). There should be about three more one shots after this, then I'll take another week-or-two long break before starting on the sequel. Yay!!!

     The title speaks for itself. *yawn* (no joke, I actually yawned just now) Hope y'all like this one! 😄

     "Hey, Chica? Have you been eating something?" I asked suspiciously, "You've been, um..."

     She stared at you with wide eyes, "I've been what, N/N?"

     I shook my head, "Nothing, girlie. Don't worry about it."

     The truth was, something was up with Chica. Not like her voice box problem the previous week. It was different.

     I continued the clean-up routine, and then smelled something rancid.

     "Oh my..." you coughed, "What in the world?"

     I'd been working on emptying her food storage tank, which took the place of a regular, multi-purpose storage tank like Freddy's. But the moment I opened Chica's, I was instantly overtaken by the powerful stench of things I didn't even want to identify.

     "Ch-chica!" I coughed and gagged, "What happened?"

     Chica squirmed a bit and I gave her my best I-know-you've-been-naughty look.

     I was seriously confused, though. How on earth did Chica manage to accumulate such a smell since I'd cleaned her the previous evening? It was baffling!

     "So, uh..." she started, suddenly extremely interested in her feet, "You know how the Pizzaplex had to recall the pizza a few days ago?"

     I cringed, "Geez, yeah. You were crying for hours after the announcement, and Monty nearly killed someone."

     She nodded, "Yeah, so... they've stopped making the pizza, but..." she gulped, "You see... um..."

     "Yes...?"

     "Well, I-I... uh... I figured that there still must be some pizza left, so I..." she inhaled, slowly and deeply, then she let out a long string of words that I could barely understand, "TherewaspizzainthedumpsterandIcouldn'tresistitsoIstartedeatingallthetrashnowIsmellbad!!!"

     I took pity on the poor animatronic, despite my disgust. If I was being completely honest, I could actually kind of see Chica dumpster-diving if it meant getting pizza. Chica was as passionate about pizza as I was about Teen Beach Movie and Starburst.

     "Oh..." was all I managed.

     "But now people are gonna notice!" she wailed. "And- and they'll file complaints and I'll have to go back to having maintenance done on me all the time to fix me!"

     I closed Chica's storage tank and gave her a hug. "Hey, hey... It's alright. There's nothing wrong with you, Chica."

     "Yes there is!" she said, wiping her eyes (even though she technically couldn't cry). "None of the others e-eat trash!"

     "Well..." I started to object.

     "And like it!"

    I winced, and let go of her. "Ohhh...."