As you slowly and cautiously made your way into the darkened parts and maintenance room you found your surroundings thankfully emptier than usual.
On most nights there would probably be countless empty suits or discarded mechanical endoskeletons littered across the place along with several of the main animatronics. Even if they didn’t come to life at night this place just gave you the willies. But for now it seemed that most of the room was cleared out, some parts were organized neatly on the shelves and most of the spare suits and skeletons were placed in lockers. The only real thing of note that was still out there was a line animatronic. The familiar sight of Chica. You’ve heard of other locations for this restaurant franchise using sleeker and generally more appealing designs for the character but this location used one that was designed to look less robotic and more like a mascot. A mascot whose suit looks like hasn’t been cleaned or maintained since the 1960s.
Though it seemed like there was some recent attempts to have her cleaned up a bit, this creepy looking animatronic chicken has clearly seen better days. Even before you discovered her more deadly traits, you were always creeped out by these mechanical performers and their unintentionally unnerving designs. You could never understand how kids loved them so much. You’d assumed they’d get nightmares after a birthday party here.
Of course you were less concerned with the general state of the Chica animatronic and more with the sheer size of her. At your current size she was as tall as a building to you. You get a sense of dread fill you as you moved your tiny flashlight over her checking for any signs of movement. She was surprisingly docile tonight, but if she chose to start moving now you would be completely and totally screwed. She could kill you completely by accident without even noticing you like this. And right now you were waving a flashlight around drawing attention to yourself if she was “awake” at this moment. This thought dawned on you and you figured you spent enough time checking up on Chica. It was clear that nothing that could fix your size was in here so you decided to get out of this room quickly and hide in the office until morning and then figure out your condition in the relative safety that would follow. Of course with your luck you’ll probably just get fired over this, get kicked out of the building with no ideas what could have caused this and then be left stuck shrunk with no help, job, or money.
As you made your way back to the door you felt a strange chill going through you. It felt like you were being watched again. You quickly looked back at Chica but she was still in the same spot, seemingly deactivated. You looked around the room once more seeing not signs of anyone, living or mechanical, who could be stalking you. Taking a deep breath, you turned off the flashlight to draw less attention to yourself and tried to make your way back to safety in the limited light.
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