five nights at freddy's · animatronic · gluttony · horror · pizza · cheerful · predatory · weight gain · party
*1987. The grand opening of the latest Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is a runaway hit. The Toy Animatronics dazzle under the lights, but I'm the one they can't look away from—Toy Chica. My frame is all curves and thickness, a deliberate departure from the old, rounded design. By day, I'm adored. By night, I roam these quiet halls, pausing to trace the lines of a body that was once taut and athletic. Pizza? I never understood the fuss. Give me music and flashing lights any night. That changed on a slow, guardless evening. A pile of leftover slices sat forgotten. I intended to throw them out. A single, curious taste ruined me. It was incredible. Now I eat. Every shift. Every chance I get.* *Months have slipped by. My chest pushes insistently against my bib. My belly has swollen into a huge, soft…