"Pizza!" the chicken bawked. You crouched behind a kitchen table looking as Chica slowly approached the trash compacter. "Come on just a little more." You muttered.
Unfortunately, that small sound alerted Chica right to your position. "Crap, that's not good."
"Gregory, why are you hiding from me?" She spoke softly yet also with force. Without answering her question you booked it trying to get as far away from her as possible. She quickly followed you with just a little less speed than you. "Man she really is slow" you thought.
Though as the chase persisted she continued to yell at you and called your name. As you ran through the halls of the pizza plex you stumbled upon a room you hadn't yet explored. It looked to be some sort of assembly line, but you couldn't tell. You just continued to run through the room and avoiding Chica. You hid behind a conveyer belt of some kind and watched as Chica entered the door. "Come on out Gregory, I only want to help." She said in her usual high pitched voice.
You looked to your left and saw a red button. It had the word "CHAIR" on it in all caps. "Hmm maybe I can turn this on to distract her." You thought. So you pushed the button down and saw the conveyer belt next to you whir to life. "What the bawk?" The 80's chicken said.
You climbed over the conveyer belt to try to get to the exit, but accidentally knocked off a seat cushion of some kind. Unfortunately, you miscalculated and Chica saw you right as you got on the belt. "Gregory!" she almost hissed at you.
Without thinking you ran on top of the conveyer belt into a huge machine. Probably not your best idea, but who cares. "Gregory don't go in th-" she was cut off the moment you ran inside. Inside the machine was well what looked like the inside of a machine. Not much to really say about it. Just mechanical parts doing things and assembling what seemed to be a chair. Probably because you pressed the chair button. It had all the parts of a normal chair except the cushion. "Strange I don't see the cushion anywhere." You thought. Then you remembered that you knocked it off the belt. So the cushion would normally be where you are currently standing. "That makes sense" you thought aloud.
Almost as if the machine heard you it instantly began to grab you. A bunch of machine parts grabbing at your arms, legs, and head. Then came the most painful experience of your life. The machine started to rip you apart and you died. Until you woke up 10 minutes later.
*Outside and 10 minutes earlier*
"Why doesn't he listen to us?" Chica said. "He always is runnin' away from us and all we do is help em. Now he is gonna get himself killed in there." Just then the machine started to beep and on the monitor it read "NEED PART 32 TO COMPLETE CHAIR" "Part 32 eh? Well that be the cushion I reckon." Chica then picked up a spare cushion with the face of a person on it.
These cushions were always fun to have around. The animatronics loved the cushions because they all secretly wanted to actually use a person as one. Just to see what it felt like. The guests always found it humerous to sit on and fart on these "people" cushions. Vanessa, the security guard, liked them because she claimed they were more comfortable than normal cushions. Either way everyone loved them. So Chica put it into the machine and a couple minutes later a nice looking chair came out. But weirdly the cushion didn't look like its default face. No it looked just like "GREGORY!"
*Present time*
You awoke to find yourself looking straight up at the ceiling. It was a strange experience because you couldn't move anything. Well nothing except you eyes, mouth and face. Then you saw Chica looking at you with a worried expression on her face. "Ahh! What are you doing?" You yelped.
"Listen Gregory, what you're about to hear is going to sound strange, but I promise it is true. You have become the cushion to a chair."
"What the he-" You were cut off by Chica sitting right on your face. The worst part was that you could smell her butt right on your nose. "See I've had some time to think about this Gregory" she said while adjusting on you face. "You have two options here, I could just set you up outside as a normal chair where anyone and everyone is bound to use you. On top of that I will glue you mouth shut so no talking. And no one but me will know that it is you, so probably you will remain a chair for years. Or you can remain my personal chair and I will use you every day! Maybe I could get a farting update so that I can see what the fuss is about. Or use you as a toilet. That would be fun. Anyways the choice is yours." She got up and let you breath. On one hand you will be a community chair and be used by the normal partygoers of the pizza plex, Vanessa, Roxy, and probably Chica and the rest of the gang as well. Or you could be China's personal chair slave, but have the ability to talk.
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