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trashyswitch · 10 months

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The Lucky Find, and the Thief

Chica finds a super lucky find in the kitchen of the Pizzaplex. But it only took a few moments for the pizza to disappear! It doesn't take long for Chica to find the culprit, and discipline the thief for stealing her precious pizza.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy, anon!

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Gregory had been walking by the table area, and had found a paper plate with a pizza slice on it. Believing he was the only person that could eat the pizza there, Gregory automatically believed the pizza was left out for him by Freddy. So, Gregory picked the slice up and took a big bite of it before walking away with the pizza and the plate in his hands. He wouldn’t realize this, but this single move would end up being the biggest mistake he could ever make…

Later:

Chica walked to the table, looking forward to the leftover pizza slice that she had heated up in the microwave a few minutes before. Chica made it to the table, and widened her eyes. The pizza…Where is it? WHERE DID IT GO!?

Chica could feel her artificial anxiety levels rising. She looked under the table, but it wasn’t there. She checked on the chair, and it wasn’t there. She checked the whole dining room, and it was nowhere to be found. Lastly, she checked the kitchen…and it was not there.

Chica sighed and sat down at the table, visibly upset. She had found that leftover pizza slice in the food warmer purely on accident. This had been a super lucky find! She had put it onto the table and left the room for only a few moments…and now it’s gone. Who took it? Did someone find it and throw it away? Or did someone steal it?

Chica walked up to the garbage can, and started fishing through it. She fished through kleenex and napkins, plates and to-go cups, cupcake wrappers and papers. There was even a broken Fazer Blaster in the garbage bin.

But…no pizza.

Chica finally sat down at the table she was at earlier, and fully gave up. It was gone. It was really gone. She looked down, and saw little water droplets on the table. She didn’t think much of it, so she looked back up and continued to mope.

Wait…Were those water droplets?

Chica looked at the table, and scanned the water droplets with her eyes. Some information popped up in her line of vision.

[PIZZA GREASE: 90% OIL, 8% MINERAL OIL, 2% ADDITIVES]

Chica tilted her head and looked around at the surrounding table. On the left side of the table, was more of the grease.

[PIZZA GREASE]

She looked up a bit, and saw a couple more droplets.

[PIZZA GREASE]

She narrowed her eyes. There appeared to be a small trail of pizza grease leading away from the table. This told her all she really needed to know. It looked like her pizza really WAS stolen.

Chica got up out of the chair, and started to walk in the direction of the pizza grease. She followed the path that the droplets made, occasionally looking up to see where the droplets showed up next. But the more she walked down the path, the less droplets that continued to show up.

But this surprisingly didn’t stop her from following the path…because a newer thing began to show up alongside the droplets of pizza grease. It looked to be…shoesteps and dirt…specifically from a kid’s shoe. Chica hummed as she looked up at the footsteps that continued to show up across the mall floor and to the left. There was only 1 kid she knew that looked to have a youth size 4 shoe.

And that kid…was Gregory.

Chica soon turned to the left and walked to Bonnie Bowl. There, she found a little figure walking out of the Bonnie bowl arena with a Faz-Pass in his hand. The boy looked up at Chica, and smiled. “Hi Chica!” Gregory greeted.

Chica didn’t even take a moment to say hi, before her eyes had focused on the clear stuff that covered his lips and outer mouth.

There was an arrow pointing to his lips.

[PIZZA GREASE]

There was an arrow pointing to the boy’s chin.

[PIZZA GREASE]

There was even a little droplet on Gregory’s nose.

[PIZZA GREASE]

“Looks like you were eating pizza.” Chica spoke up.

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. I was hungry.” Gregory admitted.

Green text showed up in her vision.

[TRUTH]

Chica tilted her head. “Where did you get the pizza?” She asked.

“The dining room. Freddy left it out on the table for me.” Gregory replied.

Chica narrowed her eyes as a big notification showed up in her line of vision.

[TRUTH]

[CONCLUSION: GREGORY STOLE YOUR PIZZA]

Chica huffed. “That pizza was mine.” Chica told him.

Gregory tilted his head. “How was it yours?” Gregory asked.

“I found it. That means it was mine.” Chica explained. “You stole my pizza.” Chica told him with anger filling her eyes.

Gregory widened his eyes with growing fear. “Oh…” Was all he could get out.

“And you are going to pay for that.” Chica ordered.

Gregory quickly shoved his hand into his pockets, and felt around for a bill, a coin, a card, something that would work for money. But…his pockets were empty. Completely empty. “...I have no money on me.” Gregory admitted.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about money…” Chica said, before a small smirk grew onto her beak.

A notification showed up in her line of vision.

[RIBS, SIDES, BELLY, ARMPITS, NECK.]

“I had something else in mind…” Chica told him, walking up to Gregory and wiggling her fingers at him.

Gregory widened his eyes and started to sprint away. “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIIIVE!” Gregory shouted, showing the Bonnie Bowl pass to the scanner, and sprinting past the opening doors.

“YES I WILL!” Chica declared as she started chasing him through the Bonnie Bowling doors.

Gregory kept running all around the Bonnie Bowl arena, attempting to make moves that would cause Chica to fall behind. But…this didn’t work as well as he hoped. In fact, Chica only seemed to get faster despite his obstacle course strategy.

So, Gregory tried running out of the Bonnie Bowl arena. But right as he reached the automatic entrance doors, he felt two metal hands grab his sides and pick him up. “GOTCHA!” The chicken animatronic declared.

Gregory screeched and wiggled around, attempting to get out of Chica’s grip. “WAHAIT! I’M SORRY! I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS YOURS!” Gregory yelled.

“Your laughter is the only currency that can pay for my forgiveness and your freedom.” Chica told him.

Gregory widened his eyes as he heard Chica talking in an unbelievably smooth voice. When did Chica have the ability to talk all smooth and teasy like that?! How was that fair?!

“So accept your fate and LAUGH.” Chica started dancing her metallic nails all over Gregory’s belly and sides.

“eeEEEHEHEHHEEEK! HAHAHAhahahaha! Plehehehease nahahaHAHAHAha!” Gregory laughed, his laughter occasionally rising in volume during certain moments.

Chica noticed this change right away, and tilted her head. “My my…what a ticklish middle you have!” She reacted at first. “But I seemed to have unlocked hysterical laughter amidst my tickle attack! But…what spot is making you laugh so hard?” Chica asked before poking his sides. “Is it here?” Chica asked.

Gregory giggled and shook his head. “Nohohoho. Nohohoho ihit’s nohohot.” Gregory replied rather casually.

“Okay.” Chica replied. She moved her fingers over to Gregory’s belly. “Was it somewhere here?” She asked, skittering.

“Hehehehehe! Hahahaha nohoho, ihihit’s nohohohot!” Gregory replied in a continuous giggly voice.

Though Chica loved hearing Gregory giggle like this, she still felt a need to figure out where his hysterical laughter could be ‘unlocked’, so to speak. So, she moved her hands up to the lower ribs instead. “What about he-” Gregory gasped and threw his head right back. “WAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Gregory screamed with shock and laughter! His wiggles tripled in only a matter of seconds as he laughed absolutely hysterically in her arms!

“Oh! OH! I think I found it!” Chica declared happily.

“WROHOHONG PLAHAHAHACE, BUHUT OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!” Gregory shouted back.

“Wrong place?! But you’re laughing absolutely hysterically! That’s what I’ve been searching for!” Chica reacted. “Now laugh! Laugh your little heart out!” She ordered happily.

Gregory’s laughter turned into a long fit of cackles as he wiggled and squirmed around manically in her metal arms. Chica was just enjoying every little cackle that left Gregory’s mouth while secretly recording his laughter so she can look back on it later. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOOO TIHIHICKLIHIHISH!” Gregory pleaded.

“Are you now?” Chica asked. “Are you really so ticklish that you can’t handle a few rib tickles?” She asked.

Gregory whined and covered his face with embarrassment. The worst part was…she had a point. She wasn’t even doing much to initiate such laughter from him. All she was doing was massaging little circles with her index and middle finger on his lower right rib. Apparently, that was enough to drive him absolutely batty.

“Is that a yes? Or a no?” Chica asked with a little smirk as she started poking and removing her index finger to make him jump and squeal.

“BAHA! Noho- NAHAHA- heheHEHEHEHEEE!” Gregory laughed, shaking his head in a desperate attempt to answer the vengeful chicken.

“Ooooh, okay! Noted! I’ll take it up a notch in a few minutes, I promise.” Chica told him.

Wait, WHAT?!

“NOHOhoho! ThahahAHAHAT’S NOHOHOT WHAt ihi mehehehEHEHEANT!” Gregory shouted.

Chica looked at Gregory like he had 3 heads. “...Well now I’m super confused!” Chica reacted. “Do you want stronger tickles or not?!” Chica asked, sounding somewhat impatient. “IHIHIHI DOHOHO! WEHEHELL, UHUHUH- NOHO. WAHAHAIT-” Gregory couldn’t even make up his own mind at this point.

Chica growled and stopped her tickle attack, before rubbing the top of her beak, clearly irked. “…for the love of Ginger-” She muttered. “CHOOSE!” Chica shouted. “Or I WILL CHOOSE FOR YOU!” Chica yelled at him.

Gregory squeaked and covered his mouth, looking at her with slight fear. “S-Sorry…” he mumbled, before attempting to think. After a few moments, he made his decision. “I want…s-stronger tickles.” Gregory finally told her.

“Stronger tickles, coming right up!” She declared. “But first…what tickle spot would you like exploited to its full potential?” Chica asked.

Gregory bit his lip and slowly put his hands inside his own armpits. “Uhhhh…” Gregory muttered.

“Armpits?” Chica asked.

Gregory giggled awkwardly. “Yeheheah…” Gregory mumbled.

Chica nodded and raised her hands. “Lift your arms up.” She told him. “If even one of your arms falls while I’m tickling you, then you owe me 1 pizza slice.” Chica told him. “Keep dropping your arms, and you’ll keep owing me more pizza slices.” Chica told him.

Gregory widened his eyes and nodded his head, raising his arms up. “Okay.” Gregory replied. “One dropped arm equals a pizza slice?” Gregory clarified.

“Yup. Meaning if you drop both arms…” Chica smirked. “Then you owe me 2 pizza slices.” Chica added.

Gregory bit his lip as he felt anxious giggles fill up his lungs. He already knew this was going to be a tough game with expensive consequences. But…He was eager to give it a try. So…he raised his arms above his head and held his left wrist with his right arm. “Okay. I’m ready.” Gregory told her.

Chica nodded her head and started skittering her nails into his armpits gently. “We’ll start off slow.” She decided.

Gregory giggled and held his hands up as much as he could. But it was not even 2 minutes in, and Gregory already felt like lowering his arms down. But he was a determined boy, who didn’t want to owe Chica more than 1 pizza slice. So, he pushed through as best he could.

“Yohohou cahahan’t breheheak mehe!” Gregory told her.

“You’re only saying that because I’m barely tickling you.” She told him.

“Truhuhue.” Gregory replied.

“You wouldn’t be so confident if I just…” She started scratching 6 fingers, 3 fingers in each armpit.

Gregory threw his head back and bursted out laughing in a slightly higher octave, and kicked his feet all over the place. “OHOHO GOHOHOSH!” Gregory reacted.

“I can already see you’re struggling. But how long can you last?” Chica teased.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW.” Gregory admitted.

“Shall we find out?” Chica asked with a smile.

“SUHUHUHURE.” Gregory replied.

“Okay!” Chica started to double her scratching speed in an attempt to drive him insane from her fingers alone. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kooo~” She teased.

Gregory SCREAMED and HOWLED with newfound laughter! His laughter even went up a couple octaves! A few seconds later, Gregory dropped his left arm down and squeezed it shut, refusing to let Chica’s hand go.

“Uh oh…Looks like Gregory owes me 2 pizza slices~.” Chica told him.

Gregory whined and attempted to lift up his arm again. But the moment he opened his armpit a bit, Chica shoved her fingers further into the dip of the boy’s armpit. He squeaked loudly and just about dropped his arm again…but by the grace of god, he somehow managed to keep his arm up! So, he pushed through and grabbed his right wrist with his left hand. “DOHOHO YOHOHOUR WOHOHORST!” Gregory yelled at her.

Chica smirked eagerly. “Are you suuuure?” She asked.

“YEHEHESS!” Gregory replied. He was determined to prove how strong he was when tickled.

Chica chuckled and smirked. “Gladly~” She replied before lowering her fingers down to the ribs. She placed one finger each on either side of his lower ribs, and dragged the finger up and up his ribs.

Gregory’s laughter seemed to raise in volume and tone depending on how high she went. And Chica found this super amusing. “If you keep this up, I could start playing your ribs like a guitar!” Chica reacted.

Gregory shook his head with a growing blush. “Shuhuhut uhup!” Gregory whined.

“Why? Has your Mom tried doing that to you before?” Chica asked as she lowered her fingers down the ribs again.

Gregory nodded his head. “YEhehehehess!” Gregory replied.

Chica nodded as she started raising her fingers up his ribs again. And once again, Gregory’s laughter raised in octave, and volume depending on how high her fingers went. And then, Gregory’s laughter turned into high-pitched squeaks as they started to reach the top of the ribs, right before the armpits.

“WAHAHAHAIT-” Gregory pleaded. “IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY PLEASE DOHOHON’T!” He pleaded and begged.

“Oh wow…You must be SUPER ticklish if you’re begging for me to stop.” Chica reacted.

Gregory nodded his head. “IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM!” Gregory yelled. “PLLEEEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

Chica giggled. “Okay. I’ll stop.” She told him. “But first…” She moved her index fingers right into Gregory’s armpits.

Gregory SCREAMED in the highest octave his little voice was capable of, and dropped both his arms down. He hugged himself as cackles and laughter exploded from his mouth. Even though Chica wasn’t even tickling his armpits anymore, the boy had still managed to get her fingers stuck in his armpits, which still triggered the same embarrassingly strong reaction.

“Looks like you owe me 4 slices of pizza.” Chica told him proudly.

“Yohohou cheheheated.” Gregory told her.

“Maybe a little bit…but you still had control over your arms.” Chica reminded him. Gregory looked down, blushing. “Bahaharely.” Gregory argued.

Chica smirked and tickled Gregory’s chin playfully. “So…You gonna get me those pizza slices? Or what?” She asked.

Gregory giggled and pushed her hand away, before nodding his head. “Yeah. Just one moment.” Gregory told her. “Can you show me how to turn on the pizza maker?” Gregory asked.

Chica nodded and walked up with him. “Sure!” She replied, walking to the pizza maker, and clicking a button. Quickly the pizza machine started whirring, making sounds that sounded strangely like a printer. Gregory walked up to a touch screen that could allow him to order what he wanted. But…Because Gregory was so kind and still quite guilty about what he did, he decided to order a medium, 14 inch pizza that split into 8 slices.

After the pizza was made for them, Gregory picked up the pizza box and placed it down on a table. And together, Gregory and Chica enjoyed a full pizza together. Gregory ate 2 slices, while Chica ended up eating 6 slices! The girl even proceeded to take two pizza slices and put them together with the cheese and pepperoni inside, and the crust on the outside…just like a giant, triangle-shaped sandwich. And Gregory had to stop eating and put his pizza down in order to laugh hysterically at her. It was hilarious to see Chica so obsessed with pizza!

It’s no wonder the whole ‘food’ section of the pizzaplex was dedicated to her…

Guess who's back from their vacation?! and it was SO COOL! I love Prince Edward Island SO MUCH! I wanna live there now. XD It's honestly my personal perfect location to live in. Though, I'm yet to come across a winter in P.E.I. So...we'll see what that's like. Uploading will be back in full force!

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