Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.

Maddie

Maddie was an aggressive over-achiever, with a history of disciplinary issues. Somehow, that didn't stop her from getting a job writing for Fazbear Ent. of all companies. She had been pretty proud of herself, too. She was writing all sorts of short stories about all of the animatronics, and was pretty good at it. But then she met Jamilla.

Jamilla, who was perfectly behaved and wrote entire novels for the gang. Jamilla, who never said or did anything wrong and always had a new chapter done and proofread by the end of the week. Jamilla, who was quiet and hadn't even gone to college, yet wrote perfectly. Jamilla, who was a stuck up whore who never spoke to anyone.

So, Maddie had... issues.. with Jamilla. She hadn't ever met the girl before, being three years older than her and working on the other side of the building. But people called them "the booksters" and assumed they would get along great. Maddie huffed and puffed as she walked towards her little office, ignoring the questioning glances from her co-workers. She pulled out her notebook, angrily jotting down ideas for an antagonist that just-so-happened to look and act like Jamilla. She hissed as she tripped, her supplies getting thrown all over the floor. She winced as her laptop bag hit the ground, praying the macbook inside it wasn't damaged.

She cursed under her breath as she gathered her things, wincing at the broken tip of her pencil. She shoved the writing utensil in her pocket, grabbing her laptop bag and hoisting it over to herself. She kept her gaze firmly on her stuff as she heard footsteps approach, face burning.

"Oh dear! Are you alright? Here let me help you with that!" Maddie blinked up at Chica as she kneeled down, gathering the rest of Maddie's supplies in one grab. Her jaw dropped at the ease she used to gather and organize the supplies, presenting them back to Maddie.

She snapped her jaw shut with a click, taking the supplies from Chica and putting them back in her laptop bag. Her face burned as red as a tomato as Chica helped her up, pulling away from her grip once she was stable on her feet.

"What's wrong, sugar?" Maddie blinked up at Chica before huffing. She didn't have to tell that stupid chicken why she was upset!

...but she really, really wanted to- maybe she could make it seem more professional, instead picking childish? It was stupid to be mad that someone with talent got a good job, at any rate.

"I'm mad that a co-worker with less qualifications than me was given a higher position." She grumbled, averting her eyes. It still sounded like a child's problem, just wrapped up in fancy words. She hated it. She didn't understand why she was like this.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get that position one day. Besides, just because someone has less qualifications, they might have the talent to make up for it. And there's nothing to be ashamed about if they get a higher position than you." Chica said soothingly, leaning over slightly to be eye to eye with Maddie. Chica's hand rested against her shoulder, a comforting weight in her sea of emotions.

She looked at the chicken, and knew something for a fact.