It was a rather busy day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was already closing time, and everyone was already leaving the premises. Walking this way towards the counter was Toy Chica, appearing to be tired and parched. She wiped her forehead, sighing, “Phew… another busy day with birthday parties.” The attractive bird walked towards the counter that had a soda fountain machine. She grabbed herself a blue cup that had a pale blue stripe on it. She used her cup to lean on the lever to let out some ice before going for the beverage in chartreuse.
Once she filled up her cup, she placed the lid on it and stick a straw inside. “Now for my reward…” She sighed. When she took a sip, her eyes sparkled. Her beak curled into a smile. She then continued to savor every minute of her beverage. During that time, the front doors were locked by one of the staff before heading all of them left the building through the back door.
This is soooo good! Toy Chica thought to herself with her pink cheeks getting redder from the sugary bliss. Unfortunately, her sips turned into prolonged gulps. She finished her first serving in one minute. “Oh, pooh!” She said with a frown. However, she figured she can get some more. She went back to the soda fountain and get refilled her cup again. When she was enjoying her 2nd helping, her friends were watching her from the stage.
“I’ve never seen her that thirsty,” Toy Bonnie responded, scratching his head. “Perhaps it’s because she’s been singing for so long that her voice must’ve gone dry,” Toy Freddy suggested. “You’ve got a point,” The blue rabbit nodded. “I suppose we might as well leave her to enjoy as many refills as she desires,” The bear smiled. “You’re right,” The rabbit agreed. “I must as well check to see if any of the guitar strings are loose.” After making that response, the two of them dispersed. With all of them gone, Chica was already in her 3rd serving.
[12:15 AM]
Man, I forgot how good this soda is… Toy Chica thought. This must be that new flavor Freddy told me from earlier. This really hits the spot. Her attention shifted when she kicked something from the ground. She looked down and saw a yellow party hat with blue spots on it. “Looks like someone didn’t throw it away properly,” she said. “I’ll take care of it.” She started to walk her way towards and by the time she bend over, she saw something big and yellow in front of her. “Huh!?” She jumped back, startled by what was in her way. During the jump, she dropped her cup, which spilled her soda. To her surprise, she realized what that yellow thing was.
“What’s happening to me!?” She gasped, staring at her swollen gut. Apparently, it was now the size of a small yoga ball. She placed her hands on it and it sloshed real loudly. “Did I really drink that much?” She wondered. “How could I have gotten so big? I only had 3 servings of…” Before she can finish her sentence, Toy Chica remembered something. Something that she should’ve known ages ago.
She remembered that chickens don’t burp. She heard that from a bunch of people who came into the building. Just remembering that detail had the bird worried. OH, SH&%S!#!!! Toy Chica yelled inside of her head, holding onto the expanding gut.
Luckily for her, it’s been proven that chickens CAN burp! It’s just a silly myth. But I don’t think it was a good idea for Toy Chica to drink so greedily. But maybe, if she gets big enough, she might have enough pressure to finally release all the gas.
FNAF & Toy Chica © Scott Cawthon
Once she filled up her cup, she placed the lid on it and stick a straw inside. “Now for my reward…” She sighed. When she took a sip, her eyes sparkled. Her beak curled into a smile. She then continued to savor every minute of her beverage. During that time, the front doors were locked by one of the staff before heading all of them left the building through the back door.
This is soooo good! Toy Chica thought to herself with her pink cheeks getting redder from the sugary bliss. Unfortunately, her sips turned into prolonged gulps. She finished her first serving in one minute. “Oh, pooh!” She said with a frown. However, she figured she can get some more. She went back to the soda fountain and get refilled her cup again. When she was enjoying her 2nd helping, her friends were watching her from the stage.
“I’ve never seen her that thirsty,” Toy Bonnie responded, scratching his head. “Perhaps it’s because she’s been singing for so long that her voice must’ve gone dry,” Toy Freddy suggested. “You’ve got a point,” The blue rabbit nodded. “I suppose we might as well leave her to enjoy as many refills as she desires,” The bear smiled. “You’re right,” The rabbit agreed. “I must as well check to see if any of the guitar strings are loose.” After making that response, the two of them dispersed. With all of them gone, Chica was already in her 3rd serving.
[12:15 AM]
Man, I forgot how good this soda is… Toy Chica thought. This must be that new flavor Freddy told me from earlier. This really hits the spot. Her attention shifted when she kicked something from the ground. She looked down and saw a yellow party hat with blue spots on it. “Looks like someone didn’t throw it away properly,” she said. “I’ll take care of it.” She started to walk her way towards and by the time she bend over, she saw something big and yellow in front of her. “Huh!?” She jumped back, startled by what was in her way. During the jump, she dropped her cup, which spilled her soda. To her surprise, she realized what that yellow thing was.
“What’s happening to me!?” She gasped, staring at her swollen gut. Apparently, it was now the size of a small yoga ball. She placed her hands on it and it sloshed real loudly. “Did I really drink that much?” She wondered. “How could I have gotten so big? I only had 3 servings of…” Before she can finish her sentence, Toy Chica remembered something. Something that she should’ve known ages ago.
She remembered that chickens don’t burp. She heard that from a bunch of people who came into the building. Just remembering that detail had the bird worried. OH, SH&%S!#!!! Toy Chica yelled inside of her head, holding onto the expanding gut.
Luckily for her, it’s been proven that chickens CAN burp! It’s just a silly myth. But I don’t think it was a good idea for Toy Chica to drink so greedily. But maybe, if she gets big enough, she might have enough pressure to finally release all the gas.
FNAF & Toy Chica © Scott Cawthon
Category Artwork (Digital) / Inflation
Species Chicken
Gender Female
Size 655 x 873px
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