#lee!gregory

Gregory left the elevator with great hesitation. He turned on his flashlight and looked around the room. There was a sense of dampness…a cold, eeriness to the place. Gregory couldn’t really describe it very well. The black and white checkered floors reminded him of a super large version of an old checker set. Just seeing the black and white squares made him wanna skip over the black boxes to make it onto the white boxes. No stepping on the cracks, or you’ll break your mother’s back, right? 

Or…that’s what his grandma used to say, anyway…

Gregory turned off his flashlight for a moment to admire the red, rusty, neon sign that read [Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place] in two different fonts. The words “Freddy Fazbear’s” were in cursive, while the words “Pizza Place” were in normal handwriting. The way the sign was designed, made it look like hot molten lava was poured into the dents of the letters before they put the sign up. The ‘molten lava’-looking design made the letters light up without much of a light source. Though there were dotted lights around the outside of the archway, he would assume that the letters were made using lights. 

The whole sign itself looked rusted, old and eerie, but…strangely beautiful. 

Gregory kept looking around at the large place hidden under the pizzaplex with his flashlight. He kept a watchful eye on every corner of the room…occasionally turning around to make sure no one was staring at him or approaching him from behind. He could feel eyes on him…but he couldn’t determine where those eyes were coming from. Were they from the cameras that filled this area of the pizzaplex? Or…were they the real eyes of an animatronic or human? Perhaps they are the translucent eyes of a lost soul that lay deep under this big place meant for children…He did hear of the secrets of this place…so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for there to be at least one ghost under this place…

CLANG! 

“AAAH-” Gregory screamed as he lost his footing and landed right onto the dusty ground. Gregory groaned and spat some flem out, feeling like he had just fallen right into a pile of straight dust…because the moment he tried to breathe, Gregory started violently coughing and hacking. The dust he had breathed in, quickly began to coat the inner air sacs in his lungs with tickly particles of what seemed to be old man’s dust…like the kind of dust that filled an elders house that had been abandoned for decades. But everytime he coughed out some dust, he would breathe in instinctively and fill his lungs with even more dusty particles. The stupid cycle of coughing and irritation continued to plague him, filling his poor lungs with all sorts of both microscopic, and visible foreign particles that didn’t belong in his lungs. 

Long story short, his lungs were DYING. 

After what felt like hours, Gregory finally stopped coughing. He let in long breaths of relief as he finally got his respiratory system back under control. With his body somewhat back to normal, Gregory picked up the fallen flashlight and turned it back on. He wanted to find out what he had tripped on, to end up on the ground in the first place. Gregory soon found the somewhat large-looking thing that stuck out of the ground. It…looked like rusted metal. But upon further inspection, Gregory realized two things: 

1: this really WAS rusted metal. 

And 2: This metal thing was connected to a body. 

Gregory slowly raised his flashlight beam up to look at the rest of the large being that laid on the ground before him. At first, it looked like a strange collection of metal and wires…but then he started to notice the metal pieces that resembled arms, a torso, and even a head. This was a metal body. Was it an animatronic? Or was it a cyborg? It was incredibly hard to tell due to both the darkness, and the state of the body. If this was a human body, this being would’ve rotted away by now, leaving nothing but bones and its prosthetics. But this being was not made of any organic material…not from what he could see, anyway…

Gregory brought himself around the side of the body, and shined his flashlight even closer to the face. Gregory quickly noted the metallic look of the face, and the design of the jaw, the deep eye sockets, and the…ears? Nubs on his head? Whatever they were, they looked ‘animatronic’-like. So…Gregory followed his gut feeling and declared this body an animatronic. With that underway, Gregory started to admire the inner workings of the animatronic through the many holes that covered the animatronic. The top layer of the animatronic looked like rotting, moist fur…it looked disgusting…Even babies would refuse to touch such a vile material. And babies are famous for touching things and shoving things in their mouths! So if a baby is grossed out, then everyone else should be too. 

Feeling a cold breeze covering his arms, Gregory quickly took the teal sweater he had collected in the bathroom stall near the bakery, and put it on himself. It was a couple sizes too big, but he wasn’t complaining. It’s so much warmer than just the t-shirt and shorts. Gregory then used his longer sleeve to push the ugly looking animatronic onto its side, to see if there were any controls. And right after the metal crashed against the floor on its face, Gregory looked…and sure enough, there were controls hidden on the back. 

And unfortunately, flipping the animatronic onto its belly would be his first mistake…as Gregory wouldn’t end up seeing the animatronics' bright eyes from his angle, which would’ve told him ‘Hey…I’m alive’. 

Gregory looked at the back, and clicked a rusted, black button. What does this button do? 

Suddenly, metal joints started screeching as the animatronic body started moving bit by bit. Telling by the severity of the screeching and squeaking, the body needed some serious WD40…But that didn’t really matter right now because THE ANIMATRONIC WAS ALIVE, AND MOVING ON ITS OWN. GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE! YOU’RE GOING TO  D I E!

Gregory screeched in horror, and dropped his flashlight yet again as he sprinted away from the ugly, terrifying animatronic. As he ran, Gregory jumped around, using the white boxes to jump over the black boxes. Cause why wouldn’t you?! Why else would there be checkered floors!? Yes, this is a terrible time to be playing hopscotch on checkered floors. But he’s still moving, is he not?! Plus, jumping around will help him be action ready for any cracks and holes in the floor. So besides the creepy, giant animatronic chasing him, it is a win-win situation. 

Gregory ran all the way to the nearest doorway he could find, which ended up leading him into the old pizza place’s kitchen. Even though he felt slightly safe, Gregory still felt he needed to keep running and jumping around. That would end up being his second mistake…because it didn’t take long for Gregory to fall into a cutlery cart and knock over several glass plates. CRASH! CRASH-CRASH-CRAAASH! 

“AAAH!” Gregory screamed, covering his ears as the crashing plates made his little ears ring. 

When the plate crashing finally finished, Gregory opened one eye and uncovered his ears slowly…only for him to widen both his eyes upon seeing the animatronic’s wide, lime green eyes staring right into the boy’s soul. 

Gregory looked at the animatronic…before slowly looking over at the exit door. He looked at the animatronic again…before looking back over at the exit door…With one last look at the animatronic, Gregory took off running to the exit. But the animatronic was even faster than he could predict…because that animatronic would end up catching him in a matter of seconds and carrying his short little butt out of that kitchen. All the while Gregory screamed and wiggled around, begging for help. 

“HELP! AAAAAH! HELLOOO?!” Gregory shouted as loud as he could. He kicked his legs, threw his arms around, and shouted as loudly as he could without making his voice go hoarse. 

But amidst his struggles and screams…a narrow, cold finger touched against Gregory’s lips…it was a signal…an attempt to make Gregory lower his voice and give up. But like hell he’s gonna do that! Gregory grabbed the animatronic’s wrist and threw it aside, before screaming and wiggling all over again. “HELP! FREDDY HELP ME! HELLOOOO?!” Gregory shouted. 

The animatronic let out a low, robotic sound that sounded a small bit like an annoyed sigh. Then, the animatronic started to squeeze his ribs. 

This halted Gregory’s screaming, and made him let out more of a squeak than a scream. “eeEEK!” Gregory felt a small wobbly smile growing on his face as he fought the urge to laugh. What was the animatronic doing?! Was the animatronic’s ticklish squeezing intentional?! Or by accident? 

The animatronic then stopped, and looked at Gregory…almost with newfound curiosity, or surprise. 

Gregory’s fear very slowly began to lessen as he looked up at the animatronic’s green eyes with surprise and slight worry. “S…Sorry…” Gregory muttered. 

The animatronic tilted its head, giving Gregory a look of confusion. 

“W-Why did I squeal like a mouse?” Gregory clarified. 

The animatronic nodded its head. 

Gregory looked down slightly, embarrassed. “It…tickled a bit…” Gregory admitted. 

The rusty animatronic straightened its head and gave Gregory’s belly a little poke with its cold thumb. Surprised by both the temperature of the finger as well as the tickly feeling, Gregory jumped and shivered at the same time. “Ohoho gohohohosh…” Gregory muttered. The animatronic removed its thumb, before pressing down on his belly again, earning more giggles from Gregory. “eeEEHEhehehe! Sohohorryhy.” Gregory giggled, growing embarrassed. 

The animatronic opened its jaw, looking like it was attempting to say something, or trying to smile at him. It was really hard to tell. The animatronic’s voice seemed to be useless or missing…because the animatronic had not spoken a word or made very many sounds before now. The only sound the animatronic has made up till now, was a sigh of agitation. And even then, Gregory couldn’t tell if that was even from the animatronic, or if it was a distant noise. 

Gregory found the tickles, his own giggles in response, AND the animatronic’s reaction to be super embarrassing. It gave him the intense need to cover up his face. And it didn’t take long for Gregory to finally give into the feeling. He covered up his face with both his own hands and shook his head. “Plehehehehease stohohohop.” Gregory begged. 

The animatronic stopped tickling just for a moment…before wrapping a hand around Gregory’s throat and squeezing. Gregory yelped and grunted, shocked by the sudden change in direction. 

OH GOD NO- 

“WAAa-” Gregory tapped his hand on the arm of the animatronic, begging for the creature to let go. THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED!

Seeing the tapping, the animatronic let go of his neck. Gregory let in large gulps of breath, trying to make up for the oxygen he wasn’t able to get during those few seconds. “What…what was that for?!” Gregory reacted. 

The animatronic leaned in. “Either you laugh…or you die.” The animatronic said with its hoarse, raspy voice. 

Gregory gasped and stared at the animatronic with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Those were his choices? His choices were to get tickled, or get killed?! Gregory immediately knew what he would prefer. It was obvious: He would rather be tickled. Now, he needed to make sure the animatronic knew and understood that.

“I’ll laugh.” Gregory told it. 

The animatronic nodded its head and started skittering its fingers onto Gregory’s little belly and sides. 

“OHOHOhoho gohohohosh! YAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Gregory laughed, shaking his head wildly. 

The animatronic opened its jaw in an attempt to smile as it tickled near Gregory’s belly button. “Gitchy gitchy goo.” The animatronic teased in a monotone voice. 

Gregory could feel his face heating up with embarrassment. Because for some weird reason…this animatronic’s unenthusiastic voice was MORE TEASY, THAN GLAMROCK FREDDY’S TEASES EVER WERE! No joke! Was it that Springtrap was more threatening, while Freddy was more playful? Or was it Springtrap’s low voice that made the teases more embarrassing than Freddy’s baby voice?! He couldn’t tell you. 

Gregory gasped and shrieked as the animatronic accidentally tickled right in his belly button. “WaitWAITNOHOHO BEHEHELLY BUHUTTOHOHON!” Gregory begged. 

But the animatronic only took this pleading as a blunt request…to go for his belly button. “Okay.” He said, before sticking one of the rusty, nimble fingers into his belly button. 

Gregory cackled rather hysterically and threw his arms around. “WAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAT DIHIHID IHIHI JUHUST SAHAHAHAY?!” Gregory yelled, shaking his head left and right. 

“You said ‘no belly button’. So I’m tickling your belly button.” The animatronic told him. 

“EHEXACTLYHYHYHY!” Gregory yelled back. “YOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Gregory shot at him. 

“Whatever.” The animatronic said with no concern, or even any type of emotion. “Shut up and focus on laughing.” the animatronic added, dipping his finger further into the boy’s belly button. 

Gregory squealed and wiggled around a little more harshly as he laughed his head off in the animatronic’s arms. “GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Gregory shouted. 

“It’s either laugh, or die. Those were your choices.” The animatronic told him. “BUHUHUHUT THIHIHIS MUHUHUCH?! IHIHIHI’M DYHYHYHYING!” Gregory shouted. 

If the animatronic could’ve, it probably would’ve rolled its eyes at Gregory. “You’re so dramatic. It is not that bad.” The animatronic told him. 

“SAHAHAYS THEHE ROHOHOBOT!” Gregory argued. 

“Current robot.” The animatronic mentioned. “Former human.” He added, stopping his fingers and removing his finger from the boy’s belly button. 

Gregory breathed somewhat heavily as he sat there in the old animatronic’s arms. He was leaning back, showing signs of exhaustion. Noticing this, the animatronic fixed the boy’s positioning and cradled him like a baby. Despite the small sense of doom he felt, Gregory actually cuddled himself into the animatronic’s arm. Though the arm felt bony and lumpy, it was…surprisingly comfy enough to just sleep on. It felt like a grassy field, honestly. Lumpy and hard, but still tolerable enough to sleep on. 

When Gregory felt he was calmer and more put together, Gregory sat himself up and got out of the animatronic’s arm. “So…you said you were a human?” Gregory asked. 

“Yes.” The animatronic replied. “My name was Dave Miller.” He admitted, using his fake name. 

“Hmm…” Gregory muttered. “I’m Gregory.” 

The animatronic nodded his head. “You’re lucky to be alive.” it told him. “You are the first child I haven’t killed yet.” it mentioned. 

Gregory widened his eyes. “...Oh…” was all he could say to this. This human in the animatronic was either super blunt, super psychopathic, or a toxic mix of both. 

“...‘Oh’? That’s it?” The animatronic asked. “No ‘thank you for resisting the urge to kill me’? No ‘thank you for considering my feelings over yours’?” The animatronic said next. 

“I…” Gregory shook his head and started to walk away. “I think I’m gonna…” 

“Not even a ‘Thank you for making me laugh instead of making me scream’?!” The animatronic yelled, growing more angry. 

Gregory gulped and attempted to get further away from the animatronic. “No. You’re weird. And creepy.” Gregory complained. 

The animatronic growled and started to reach out and grab Gregory. But Gregory slapped the hand away, attempting to run away. “HEY! GREGORY!” The animatronic yelled, reaching his arm out and trying to run after him, only to slip on a mix of mold and water, falling to the ground onto his face. 

Gregory kept running, refusing to stop. 

“WAIT!” Gregory could hear behind him. 

When the boy was more than 10 feet away, Gregory finally halted to a stop. Gregory slowly and hesitantly turned around, nervous. “Y…Yes?” He asked. 

“Please…don’t go…” The animatronic begged. “I’ve been so lonely…And-and that wasn’t me. That was my program taking over.” The animatronic insisted. 

Gregory stared at him, unsure whether to trust this creepy animatronic-human cyborg or not. 

“I’m a lot nicer in real life. I had a wife and kids. I loved them.” He tried to tell him. “I loved kids. That’s why I was in this suit…to make kids happy.” The animatronic admitted. 

Gregory frowned. “You said I’m the first child you haven’t killed yet.” Gregory reminded him. “So that means you’ve killed every other child you’ve come across.” Gregory put the pieces together out loud. “So if you really did love entertaining children…then why would you kill them?” Gregory asked, finding the hole in his words. 

“That-...That was the programming.” the animatronic admitted. “I couldn’t stop the programming from taking over.” it tried to explain. 

Gregory frowned even more. “Nice try, sir. You specified it was a suit…” Gregory added. “Meaning you can take it on and off anytime you want.” Gregory added. “What year was your suit made?” Gregory asked. 

“1981.” The animatronic admitted. 

“Ah…1980’s animatronics were not smart enough to take over minds.” Gregory told him. “I know that well. Only in movies would they take over minds. And movies are fake. Unlike real life.” Gregory added next. 

The animatronic went silent. No words or sounds left its mouth. 

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…

“Free map.” Gregory heard behind him.

Gregory just about jumped out of his skin. “HOLY-” Gregory looked behind him and let out a breath. “Geez…” Gregory placed his hand on his chest as he looked at the bot. “You scared me.” 

“Hi! Please take this map.” The map bot said, holding out a map. 

“Thanks.” Gregory said, taking a map. He pulled it out and looked at the map, before putting it into his pocket. 

A while later, Gregory was walking up to the Fazbear Theater. 

“Take a map.” The map bot said behind him. Gregory looked behind him and raised an eyebrow. He pulled out his map, showing him. “I have one already.” Gregory told him. 

“Thank you. Please enjoy.” The map bot said, before rolling away with the extra map still in its hand.

Gregory couldn’t help but chuckle as it left. 

Later, Gregory was in the Kids Cove, looking at the chest filled with money. Over on the left, was a boat surrounded by octopus tentacles. 

“Free map.” Something said behind him. 

Gregory jumped and sighed, hunching over. He turned around. “I have one, Map Bot.” Gregory told him. 

“Free map.” Map Bot said, holding out a map. 

Gregory pulled out his map and opened it up to show Map Bot what the map looked like. “See?” Gregory said. 

“Thank you. Please enjoy.” Map Bot said before rolling away. 

Gregory frowned slightly and turned back around, holding his map in his hand as he walked to the lighthouse. He decided to keep his map in his hand for the next time the Map Bot would ask him about the map. 

And sure enough, the Map Bot came up behind Gregory as he was looking at the prize counter. “Free map-” 

Gregory showed the Map Bot his map. “Got it.” 

“Thank you. Please enjoy.” It started walking away. 

Later, the Map Bot came up to Gregory while he was in front of the ice cream parlor in Bonnie Bowl. 

“Free map.” It said, holding up a map. 

Gregory completely opened the map in front of his camera eyes. “Thank you. Please enjoy.” The Map Bot said before rolling away. 

And as if the map bot couldn’t be any more annoying, Gregory was even visited by the Map Bot while he was in the bathroom stall. Though the Map Bot had enough politeness to knock before waiting for Gregory to open the door. But when Gregory opened the door after flushing the toilet, the Map Bot held out a map. “Take a map.” 

Gregory slammed his own map into the Map Bot’s face. “I HAVE ONE.” Gregory yelled. “THIS IS THE 6TH TIME IN THE LAST 2 HOURS!” Gregory yelled. “THAT’S ONCE EVERY 20 MINUTES!” Gregory shouted. 

“Take a map.” The map bot said. 

“No.” Gregory said as he lowered the map down from its face. 

“Please take this map.” The Map Bot said. 

“No!” Gregory replied, waving the map right in the bot’s face. 

“Please take a map.” Map Bot repeated. “I TOOK ONE.” Gregory replied. 

The Map Bot held out the map. “Take a map.” The Map Bot said. 

Gregory groaned and took the map from its hand. “There. Happy?” 

The Map Bot put its hand behind its back, and presented him another map. “Free map.” The Map Bot said. 

Gregory growled and took the map, before slapping the map bot with the map. 

The Map Bot pulled out another map from its back, and held it out. “Take a map.” 

“YOU’RE BROKEN!” Gregory pushed the Map Bot down to the ground, and watched as it tipped over and hit the ground rather lightly. But to Gregory’s surprise, the Map Bot started glitching. Its wheels started spinning and stopping, spinning and stopping. The hands started moving and stopping repeatedly with tense, rigid movements. Sparks started flying from the Map Bot’s head, as its eyes started spinning around like it was confused or dizzy. It even started making noises that sounded similar to the error notification noises from the old Windows™ cubed computers. 

“WARNING. MEMORY MALFUNCTION. PLEASE RESTART.” The Map Bot yelled. 

Gregory widened his eyes and bit his lip. Uh oh…did he just break the map bot? 

“WARNING WAR-WARNING. ERROR. ERROR. VISITOR DID NOT TAKE MAP.” The Map Bot declared. 

Gregory widened his eyes and started to panic. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry-” He took the map. “Here! Look, I took the map!” Gregory showed it to him. “Look! I have 3 maps! Look!” Gregory took the fourth map. “I now have four maps!” Gregory reacted. 

“ERROR>>> ERROR>>> TOO>> MANY>> MAPS>>” The Map Bot yelled. 

Gregory yelped and dropped the maps. “OH NO-” 

“<<THIEVERY>>!!<<LITTERING>>!!<<VISITOR MUST BE PUNISHED>>” The Map Bot suddenly rose itself up to its wheels, almost like a person rising up from the dead. Gregory gasped and covered his mouth with horror. He REALLY messed up this time. 

Gregory quickly tried to sprint past the Map Bot to escape, but the Map Bot grabbed Gregory’s arm and stopped him in his tracks. “><LITTERING>THIEF>CAUGHT><” The Map Bot declared as its eyes widened to the size of tiny voids. “><INITIATING>DISCIPLINARY>PROCEDURE><” 

Gregory screeched and tried to shake his arm to get the Map Bot’s hand off. But that didn’t work. Gregory quickly tried to remove the Map Bot’s hand with his other fingers. But then the Map Bot grabbed his other arm. “LET ME GO! I’M SORRY!” 

“>>>CHILD<<DETECTED>>>INITIATING DISCIPLINARY ACTION FOR [MALE ADOLESCENT CHILD]>>>” The Map Bot declared. 

Gregory felt as the Map Bot pulled him into a big, tight hug and started adjusting its grip on the boy. Gregory’s back was against the Map Bot’s chest, while Map Bot’s arms were wrapped completely around him. The Map Bot managed to wrap around the front of Gregory’s shoulders, before crossing over and grabbing Gregory’s sides. 

“WHAT IS THIS!?” Gregory yelled. “FREDDY!” Gregory shouted. 

“Gregory? What is the matter? You sound scared.” Freddy asked. 

Gregory squeaked and moved around, struggling to get out of Map Bot’s grip. But his struggles were growing weaker and weaker, thanks to the distraction of Map Bot’s hand placement. Every so often, the robot hands would start squeezing Gregory’s sides, catching him off guard and causing him to either yelp or titter. He could feel a small smile growing on his face…and he could feel his smile getting wider and wider as the hands started squeezing faster and faster. 

“H-HEHELP-” Gregory yelled. 

“I am trying to find you, Gregory.” Freddy said over the Fazwatch. “I can see your general location. But I will need your help to locate your specific position.” Freddy told him. 

Then, the Map Bot started bending its hands against Gregory’s sides, and started almost scratching and gently clawing at the boy’s vulnerable sides. “>>KITCHY KITCHY KOO<<” The Map Bot said. 

“WAHAHAIT- STAHAHAhahahahap!” Gregory finally bursted out. 

“>>WARNING<<PLEASE DO NOT WIGGLE TOO MUCH<<THIS WILL ONLY WORSEN YOUR DISCIPLINARY SENTENCE>>” The Map Bot told him. 

“Map Bot. Let Gregory go.” Freddy ordered through the Fazwatch. 

“>>REQUEST DENIED<<” The Map Bot declared. 

“Hehehehe’s brohohokehehEHEHEN!” Gregory tried to tell him. “WAHAHAIT NOHOHO NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Gregory felt as the Map Bot went up to his really ticklish ribs. 

“Broken?” Freddy asked. “Is that what I heard?” Freddy clarified.  

“YEHEHEAH!” Gregory replied. 

“I wonder if Monty did something to the Map Bot…” Freddy suggested. 

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW! PLEHEhehease hehehelp!” Gregory begged as the Map Bot moved its hands down to Gregory’s belly and sides again. 

“><TELL ME, [GREGORY]: DO YOU REGRET STEALING THE PIZZAPLEX MAPS?><” The Map Bot asked. 

Gregory was still giggling and laughing helplessly. “Yehehehesss! Ihihi dohohoho!” Gregory replied. 

“>>APOLOGIES, I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND YOU. PLEASE SPEAK SLOWLY AND CLEARLY TO PROCEED.<<” The Map Bot told him. 

Gregory verbally groaned as he tried to think of how to talk without the laughter. 

“Yehehehes! YEHES!” Gregory yelled. 

“>>APOLOGIE-<<”

“YES! YEHEhehehes! IHihihi dohoho!” Gregory finally managed to get out.

“<<GOOD. CONFESSIONS ARE A PART OF LIFE, AND WE APPRECIATE YOUR HONESTY.>>” The Map Bot said as the tickles lessened a little bit. “<<NEXT QUESTION: WILL YOU CONSIDER STEALING A MAP AGAIN?>>” The Map Bot asked next. 

Gregory shook his head. “Nohoho. Noho. Ihihi wohon’t.” Gregory told him. 

“>>APOLOGIES, IT APPEARS I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND YOU. PLEASE SPEAK SLOWLY AND CLEARLY TO PROCEED.<<” The Map Bot repeated. 

Geez…even in the 2030’s, no one could make a robot that could understand jumbled sentences. 

“Nohoho- NO! Noho, Ihihi wohon’t. Ihi won’t dohoho ihihit agahahain.” Gregory replied as best he could. 

“<<GOOD. WE BELIEVE STRONGLY IN LEARNING FROM EXPERIENCES, AND NEVER REPEATING MISTAKES. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR PROMISE, AND WE WILL HOLD YOU TO IT.>>” The Map Bot replied. 

“I am in the Fazcade, and I took a moment to say hi to DJ Music Man. He appears to be doing well.” Freddy said through the Fazwatch. 

“Ihihi’m stihihill hehehere!” Gregory told him. 

“...I’m sorry? I can’t understand you very well.” Freddy told him. “Ihi’m still hehe-Here.” Gregory said. 

“Okay. Where are you?” 

“Ihihin the-” 

“<<LAST QUESTION:>>” The Map Bot suddenly declared, cutting Gregory off. 

“Ohoho nohoho.” Gregory mumbled. 

“>>DO YOU LIKE BEING TICKLED?<<” The Map Bot asked next. 

Gregory widened his eyes and looked at Map Bot with shock. Did…Did Map Bot really ask that? 

“>>PLEASE ANSWER HONESTLY. IF YOU DO NOT, THEN I WILL CONTINUE TO TICKLE YOU UNTIL YOU TELL US THE TRUTH.<<” The Map Bot declared. 

“Ihihihi- Ihihi dohohon’t knohohohow.” Gregory replied, growing a little bit red out of embarrassment. 

>>APOLOGIES, IT WOULD APPEAR I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND YOU. PLEASE SPEAK SLOWLY AND CLEARLY TO PROCEED.<< The Map Bot declared. 

Gregory tried to think of what to answer. He wanted to give him an answer that would still be true, but wouldn’t reveal the full truth. There had to be a way to do that…right? 

“Ihihihi-” 

BANG! BOOM! “LET HIM GO!” Freddy shouted as he removed Gregory from the Map Bot’s grip, picked up the Map Bot, crushed its middle with a loud CRUNCH.

“WARNING. WARn - iN- G! !- g-...” The Map Bot slowly started to shut down and power off. Freddy dropped the S.T.A.F.F Bot onto the ground. 

CRASH! 

Then, Freddy knelt down to Gregory with worry written all over his face. “Are you okay, Gregory?” Freddy asked. 

Gregory was holding his sides, quietly breathing. Thankfully, the most recent bout of tickling wasn’t too bad. It was more than tolerable, actually. So, Gregory looked up at Freddy with a small smile. “Ihi…I’m okay.” He replied. 

Freddy let out a breath of relief. “Thank goodness.” He reacted. “When I made it to the Fazcade, I began to hear your laughter. Though it was quiet, it was still loud enough to locate your position.” Freddy told him. 

“Ihi…I appreciate it.” Gregory admitted. 

Freddy smiled and picked up Gregory, before holding the boy like a toddler on his hip. “Let’s leave this room.” Freddy told him. 

Gregory nodded and watched as Freddy walked out of the door and into the Fazcade again. With Gregory now safe, Freddy picked up the boy under his arms, and placed him on his neck and shoulders. “Is that better?” Freddy asked. 

“Yeah! So much better.” Gregory replied. 

“That is great to hear, superstar!” Freddy declared. 

Gregory smiled a bit more. “And Map Bot was right.” Gregory added. 

Freddy looked up at Gregory with confusion. “Map Bot? Right? Right about what?” Freddy asked. 

“He was right that I like being tickled.” Gregory told him. 

Freddy slowly smiled. “You enjoy being poked and scratched while wiggling around with fits of laughter?” Freddy asked. 

Gregory giggled and threw his hands in the air. “YES.” Gregory responded proudly. 

Freddy nodded and started to walk. “Very well. I will keep this in mind.” Freddy said. 

“Wait!” Gregory reacted, grabbing Freddy’s forehead. Freddy stopped and looked up to Gregory. “Can you put me down? I forgot something.” Gregory asked.