FNAF Human AU One-Shots

Glamrock Chica x Reader

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"Please! Just one more piece!"

"Nope, you've been cut off. No more."

"I barely had any!"

"You had half a damn large Pizza."

Chica whined, flopping over the counter and letting out a groan. You smiled slightly, rolling your eyes as you ruffled her fluffy white hair. She swatted at your hands in response.

"I'm gonna work it off, I swear," she said.

"I'm not worried about you 'working it off', I'm worried about you getting sick and throwing up," you said.

"Come on, (n/n)! Just one little slice! Even half a slice!" she whined.

"You still have three hours left until closing, and I don't want Freddy or Roxy chewing me out again," you said.

"I'll tell them I made you! Please, I'm still really hungry!"

You let out a sigh, putting the Pizza away and turning back to the lead guitarist. Leaning on the counter next to her, you placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Tell you what. If you can make it through the rest of your shift without binge eating, I'll make you your own pizza myself. Any toppings you want, paid for by me," you said.

"Hm... promise?" she asked.

"Promise," you said.

"Alright. But you better let me watch," she said.

"Done."

Chica stood up and grinned, pulling you into a hug as she nuzzled your cheek.

"This is why I love you, (n/n)!"

With that, she skipped off to her normal post at Mazercise. With a sigh, you shook your head. You loved Chica with all your heart, but her eating habits always concerned you. Food was almost like alcohol for her. She would eat basically all her problems away to the point where you'd find her throwing it all back up hours later. You and many of the other kitchen staff were warned by the other performers not to give her too much, and would get chewed out any time you ignored their warnings. So, just like a bartender right before closing, you'd cut her off before she had too much and would warn all the other workers not to give her any more.

"You really think she'll listen to you?" one of your coworkers mumbled to you.

"Yeah, I trust her."

Your day went by like normal. Time was almost a blur and your shift was over before you knew it. You watched the cleaning crew start their shifts as you leaned against the wall outside the changing rooms. You could hear Chica's voice through the walls, though not her words. A few minutes later, she was out of the room and had latched onto your arm.

"So! What's the plan?" she asked.

"Well, we need to get everything from the store, then we'll need to find some place to actually make the pizza," you said.

"We can't just do it here?"

"Cleaning crew would kill me before management could."

"Ok, fine. Let's do it at your place."

The walk home wasn't long, it was the trip to the store that took forever. Chica couldn't seem to make up her mind on what toppings she wanted. First, she wanted you to try and upgrade a Hawaiian Pizza, but quickly got distracted by other ingredients that looked good to her. You just had to follow after her, shooting down any ideas that would make your apartment smell awful.

As the two of you entered your one bedroom apartment, you set the bags of groceries on the counter before leaning against the fridge. Chica was already looking through your cabinets, a frown on her face.

"Do you not have snacks here?" she asked.

"I don't need them. I'm usually not here for long, and when I am I'm asleep," you said.

"I am so sorry," she said.

You shrugged, digging everything out from the grocery bags and grabbing the ingredients you already had. Chica watched you, a large smile on her face as she shuffled over to your side.

"How about, while I make the dough, you prepare the toppings?" You watched as her face lit up and she opened her mouth to respond. "And don't you dare eat all of them."

"Oh come on! Why can't I taste test?" she whined.

"Because you will taste test all of it," you said.

"Exactly! I am making sure everything tastes good!"

You snorted and laughed, shaking your head as she went along with the joke. 

"Just prep the dang toppings!" you said with a laugh.

The two of you were quick to start work. You would always take glances over at Chica, watching her with the biggest grin on her face. She looked so happy. Granted, she always had a smile on her face at work, but there was something about this smile that felt different.

Before long, the Pizza was in the oven and the two of you were sitting on your couch. Chica had snagged the bowl of excess shredded cheese, the two of you taking turns grabbing a small amount and eating it.

"You've corrupted me," you mumbled, taking another small handful of cheese.

"I did no such thing," Chica said.

You felt her shift closer to you, white hair tickling your cheek as she rested her head on your shoulder.

"Thank you... you're really amazing," she mumbled.

You let out a small chuckle, saying, "thanks for putting up with me."

Chica leaned up, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You smiled, kissing the top of her head. Then, the timer on the oven went off. In a split second, she was in the kitchen and running towards the oven.

"Hey! Get back here!"