You were beginning to get used to your new life living in the disturbing pizzeria, but the animatronics sure weren't. Chica was correct when she stated they couldn't raise you properly. But even you knew they were trying their best. Though in some cases, their best wasn't quite well enough...
One chilly Monday evening, after closing time and shortly before the security guard arrived, Chica had drawn the water (without touching it, mind you) for your bath. Sure, it was in the kitchen sink... but what else could you use? Besides, that sink was large enough, at least for a while...
But you despised that sink. You loathed baths. So, like other bath-hating children, you stubbornly ran and hid in the best spot you could find. But unfortunately, she was better at playing hide-and-seek than you, so she found you rather easily.
"But I don't wanna take a bath!" You whined as Chica victoriously carried you back into the kitchen.
"Hehe, too bad!" Chica taunted, dragging the step-ladder in front of the sink before setting you down. Your gaze was glued to the door as you thought of an escape plan. Dart out the door, avoid going near the others, dodge any of their attempts of catching you, and finally find and lock yourself in the supply closet! ...Nah, they'd definitely get you. Hmm, maybe you could fib and say you bathed, when all you really did was stand around! Yes, a flawless plan! So that's what you would do.
"Well, I'll leave you to it... I'll be waiting right outside the door, okay?"
And with that, she was out, leaving you alone in the cold, spooky kitchen. Well, spooky when you were alone, that is. Ugh, why couldn't they just send you to bed like any other night? It was just as boring and sometimes spooky, but at least you had that blanket to protect you. Plus, after an entire day of continuous playing, you felt a little bit tired already. As a young child, you were fond of neither subject, but if you were to choose bedtime or bathtime, you'd actually choose bedtime.
After a bit of waiting, you decided you had spent enough time standing, and proudly marched out the door.
"That was quick..." Chica pointed out suspiciously. It felt like the longest moment of your life, but you didn't dare question it as you quietly strolled down the hallway.
"Your hair's still dry! You didn't even wash your hair?" Your stroll came to a halt as you realized she caught on to the truth.
"Uhh... yeah! I just dried it!" You lied, attempting to cover up your seemingly failing plan.
"With what?" Chica inquired, smirking.
"With... the oven! Yeah!" You answered nervously.
"So... you bathed, figured out how to turn on the oven, and then dried yourself, all in two minutes?"
"...Yep!" At this point, you were sure your plan had failed. You were even more sure when you were sent back in.
You sighed annoyingly as you dropped your dirtied clothes onto the tiled floor. Right before you stepped into the sink, your thoughts fell back to the clothing. You were sure you weren't supposed to wear the same thing for as long as you did, at least not without washing it often. Maybe you should wash your clothes, as well?
You eagerly stepped into the sink, dragging your worn costume behind you. You were glad to finally be rid of the dirt and sauce stuck to your pretty dress. You would again be the glowing angel that the world deserved!
When you brought the costume into the water, you noted it sent a little toy adrift. Picking it up and examining it, you quickly identified it as a little rubber ducky... dressed as a pirate. Odd, maybe it was from the Halloween event you had attended a little while ago. (Oh, you know the one...) Hehe, if Chica was often mistaken for a duck, and Foxy was a pirate...
"Hey, Chica, look!" You giggled as you ran outside the kitchen, holding the rubber ducky in your small palms.
"I found your son!"
"That's just a toy, get back to your bath!"
But no, you couldn't! You had to show Foxy the new toy you had decided to name for them, Chester. So you ran off to the Cove, zooming past Bonnie and Freddy.
Now, they knew kids did pretty wild things. It wasn't uncommon to see one break rule four on their rule list.
It was surprisingly uncommon to see one run around naked, holding a rubber ducky, all while being chased by an animatronic chicken.