Let's Party!

     ღ.    The cheek pokes just made him giggle more, his little arms waving. “Well.. I guess das true!!” Can’t argue with logic! Or rather, he usually only argued when he was feeling bratty. But eight now he was as loosey goosey as he could be. “But I like bein’ small. Makes it easy to do my job.” Then his little hand paps where her beak should be. 

         “Woooowwwww. I wish I could take my beak off.” 

   The more she handles the tiny bear, the more she realizes that he’s uh, just baby? And of course, upon realizing this, she feels all the usual ‘protect child’ systems kicking in. She’d expected him to be as obnoxious as most other Freddy Fazbears, but he’s... adorable.

“Oh, they’re still in trend? Guess television failed to keep me up to date, especially since the last time I heard of you it’s in a newspaper saying that you’ve been scrapped, yet here you are!” She puts a hand on her hip while inspecting the fingernails on the other, gently rubbing them to make sure that there’s no bumps.

“Although, if I had known that you speak my language, I’d been very eager to meet you much earlier.”

   “Scrap us? Puh-lease, nobody would scrap the Toys, we’re... the most...” Wait, why barbies suddenly by out of trend? And why would they write an article about the toys being scrapped..?

It’s at this point that Chica notices her system clock going haywire - she’d been shut down at some point, and... moved?

    ღ.    Giggles. Thankfully she didn’t shake him, or she’d feel the wrath of his air horns. But for now, he just enjoyed the attention; no matter how patronizing it may be. “Uhmm, sorta!! I’m Funsized Freddy.” His little feet kicked some, subtly asking to be put down, though it’s not like he had the capacity to get mad about it… he’s been handled way worse by children during parties. 

        “But.. you don’t really look like Chica… you don’t even have a nose!!” 

   “Funsized... like funsized candy bars? I’unno what’s funsized about less of somethin’.” Putting him down isn’t an option, unfortunately - she kinda... likes holding him? Small.

“Oh please, have you even seen the funtime versions of Freddy and Foxy? Pink and white is the new trend!” Kokona, the Funtime Chica animatronic, laughs with a wave of her hand. She had heard of the Toy Chica model during her lifetime, but meeting said model? How could she miss such an opportunity?

“But honestly, what were the designers even thinking when they designed you? Full offense, but you’re practically a walking Barbie doll!”

   “What, you’re all this ugly? What is Fazbear Entertainment even doing these days?” She’s a little surprised that she’s getting talked back to, but it’s a nice change of pace - the withereds just sorta made horrible screeching noises, and Toy Chica just couldn’t bring herself to be mean to the other Toys.

   “The manager keeps telling me I’m gonna get in trouble if I keep stealing all the Toy Chica plushies, but I know this company can’t afford a replacement model, so the most they can do to me is take the plushies away, right?” As per the norm, Toy Chica is talking about herself, sitting behind the prize counter with a number of her own plushies in her arms, holding them very protectively.

   “I don’t even know what to call you. I’ve seen other Chica models, but you... ugh.” Toy Chica had never liked other Chicas - whether they were older models, newer redesigns, or even just other Toy Chicas - she hated anyone that could possibly take her spotlight.

   Toy Chica, surprise to no one, is being rude. She’s picked up what looks like a tiny toy Freddy Fazbear (though, noteably the wrong colors), and is turning it this way and that, resisting the urge to shake it around.

(To be fair, I don’t think Chica in the “anime” was lusting after those characters, but their deaths. Or their body parts, worse yet…)