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Working the late shift at Fazbear’s was usually a fairly risk-free job - you clean up after the place closes, the guard tells you when you need to leave, and the doors lock automatically late at night. Unfortunately, the guard that would normally tell everyone to leave is off sick. Most people just know to leave around eleven pm, but Chica’s particularly distracted by her work, and clearly forgets what time it is - until every light in the building shuts off at once, that is.
Anyone else in the pizzeria would hear a loud yelp, and the clanging of several pots and pans collapsing, before a shaken chicken steps out of the kitchen. This place… looked a lot spookier at night, huh? The shutters over the windows keeping any natural light out didn’t help much, either.
Making sure to keep quiet, Chica makes her way over to the door, pulling at the very securely locked handle a few times, before giving up and turning around.
“Alright Chica, this is fine. Yer trapped in the restaurant overnight, in the dark, with a bunch a ‘bots that even the security is afraid of. Nothin’ wrong with that...” She steps away from the door, feathery hands ahead of her as she feels her way through the room, trying to find someplace to wait out the night.
