It was an early Saturday morning for everyone and the animatronics. It was 8 AM, which is one hour before opening time. Freddy was on the stage, cleaning his microphone. Bonnie was polishing his guitar. Chica was in the kitchen. And Foxy was in Pirate Cove, watching TV. 

In the kitchen...

Chica was eating some burritos the guard accidentally left during his shift. She ate burrito after burrito, enjoying them more than pizza. After eating the burritos, she patted her stomach before belching loudly. 

"Ahh!~ Those were some good burritos!~" She picked up the empty burrito bag and threw it inside the trash can. She went over to the oven to cook pizzas for the kids. While she was cooking, her stomach gurgled almost intensely. She tried to ignore it, but much to her dismay, her stomach kept growling and gurgling. She rubbed it to see if it calmed it down. It did not, sadly...

Suddenly, she lets out a small puff. She blushed heavily, but also sighed in relief that nobody was in the kitchen to hear what she did. She continued to cook, with small toots coming out each step. She did NOT like this at all. After the pizzas were cooked, she took them out and put them in a large pizza heater to keep them warm. She rubbed her stomach again as another toot slipped out from her buttcheeks. She leaves the kitchen and hoped nobody would notice her toots. 

She headed into the Dining Room. Small toots came out. Luckily, they weren't audible enough for anyone to hear. Except the smell of course...

She looked around for a place to release her farts, she spotted the office. 'Hmmm...maybe nobody will notice me release my gas there...' She thought. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, thankfully nobody was. Looking back at where the office is, she begun sneaking towards it. But unfortunately, she was stopped by Bonnie.

"Hey Chica! Thought I'd come by to see how my bestie is doing." Bonnie smiled at his best friend.

Chica had a strained expression as she tried to keep in her quiet toots. "I-I'm doing f-fine, Bonnie! W-W-What...about y-you?" She asked her bestie in a desperate tone. 

"I'm doing a-okay!" Bonnie replied cheerfully. 

Chica was about to leave until Bonnie held up his guitar. 

"I also came by to ask you which guitar tune sounds better for the kids." Bonnie said to her. 

'You have gotta be kidding me...' Chica thought as she only nodded slowly to him with a forced smile.

"So, does the lighter tune sound better for the kiddies?" Bonnie tuned his guitar up to a lighter tune before strumming a few of the strings, which played a light tune.

"Or does the deeper tune sound better?" Bonnie tuned his guitar once again to a deeper tune. He strummed the strings again, the tune sounding deeper. 

Chica clenched her teeth for a moment before replying. "T-The deeper one..." As soon as she said that, a few quiet toots slipped out from her booty. 

"Ok! Thanks, Chica!" He was about to leave until a foul smell reached to his snout. He sniffed a little before quickly covering his snout. 

"What the?! What is that smell?! Did something die in the vents or something?!" Bonnie exclaimed as he tried fanning away the smell.

Chica blushed in embarrassment. "U-Uh yeah! T-Totally!" She lied, forcing a grin. 

"Ughh...the janitor better dispose of whatever died in the vent..." Bonnie muttered as he left Chica alone. 

Chica sighed in relief that Bonnie believed her lie. She was about to head towards the office until Foxy went up to her. Chica groaned silently and looked at the pirate fox.

"Y-Yesss, Foxy?" The chicken forcing and strainingly smiled at him. 

"Argg, Chica! I be needin' help with findin' me golden tooth! I don't know how it fell out but I lost it. Would ye be so kind to help me look fer it?" Foxy asked the chicken.

"S-Sure Foxy..." Chica answered with a long sigh. 

"Great! Thank ye Chica!" Both Chica and Foxy went into Pirate Cove and searched around for it. 

Almost an hour later...

Foxy was about to give up until....

"Found.....it!" Chica hesitantly said as she held up the missing golden tooth to Foxy. Foxy grinned happily as she hugged Chica tightly, much to her dismay.

"Arrr, thank ye, Chica!" Foxy thanked her with a huge happy grin. 

Chica was having a hard time keeping in the toots that wanted to come out. 

"Y-Your...ugh..welcome..!" She replied in a strained voice. She tried to keep them in....but unfortunately, some quiet stinky puffs came out. The stench went up Foxy's snout. Foxy put on a disgusted expression and immediately stopped hugging Chica (thankfully) and covered his nose to prevent the smell from going in further. 

"Arrggghh, it smells like Davy Jones' locker in here! Did the janitor forget to clean up the child poop from the corner again?!" Foxy complained and made a disgusted sound. 

"U-Uhhhh....y-y-yeah! You know that janitor, always forgetful! Heh heh!" She fibbed, followed by a nervous chuckle. She was hoping that Foxy would believe her fib...

Luckily he did. "Arrrr...blast that forgetful janitor....and blast those kids fer poopin' in the corner! Why can't they just follow the "Don't poop on the floor." rule?! Ughhh!" Foxy shaked his head before putting the golden tooth inside his totally not fake treasure chest and went back to watching his TV. Chica left Pirate Cove with a long sigh. 

She looked around to see if anyone else were coming towards her. Nobody did. Sighing again, she headed over to the office. She checked one more time. Still nobody was coming towards her. 

"Finally, I can-" She stopped when she looked at the clock that hung over the wall and saw that the time was 9 AM. She groaned in frustration, thankfully, it wasn't as loud. She let out a long sigh before turning around and headed to the stage, letting out small inaudible toots. Freddy and Bonnie were already on the stage. She grabbed her cupcake and joined them. She prepared herself as she clenched her buttcheeks to prevent any gas from coming out during their performance. Bonnie and Freddy didn't notice her strained expression. A minute later, the manager pulled up to the building, he got out of his car and went up to the pizzeria doors and unlocked them. The manager flipped the sign from Closed to Open. The manager whistled as he went to his office. Soon, kids came running inside the building. 

15 minutes later...


Apparently there's gonna be a birthday today...and the birthday kid wanted them to come down and sing happy birthday to him! Just Chica's luck! First, her two friends interrupt her heading to the office for two things they could've asked Freddy to do. Now, there's a birthday and she has to sing happy birthday to him? Come on! Groaning ever so slightly, Chica stepped down from the stage with Freddy and Bonnie and went over to the birthday boy, who had an excited grin on his face. Chica was holding in her gas when stepping down the stage and walking towards the birthday boy's table. The 3 stood in front of the kid (whose name was Billy). The 3 took a deep breath, Chica took the deepest one, and they begun singing happy birthday to Billy. During the birthday song, Chica was making some scrunched up faces and grunting noises. Billy noticed this but didn't question nor care about it as he was more focused on his birthday. Then, near the end of the birthday song, some closely audible toots slipped out from Chica's rump. She felt them slip out as an embarrassed blush crossed her face. She was hoping that the smell doesn't go up the kid's nose. Unfortunately, it did, but thank the heavens that the kid didn't seem bothered by it at all. Once the song was finished, Billy blew out the candles as his mom, dad, friends, and Chica, Freddy and Bonnie clapped. After they get done clapping, the 3 went back up to the stage to continue their job. Chica was glad that the kid didn't seem bothered by it.


Hours later of Chica trying to hold in her toots and kind of failing miserably....

It was finally closing time (Basically 11 PM). After all of the kids leave, the manager comes out of his office and heads to the entrance. He exits the building, locks the door and drives away. Maybe Chica can finally let out all of the gas without being interrupted. She looked around to see if Freddy, Bonnie or Foxy were walking to her. Freddy was in the backstage area, Bonnie was fiddling with his guitar on the stage, and Foxy was probably watching TV, as usual. She snuck into the right side of the hallway that led to the office. Once she got to the office, she peeked in to make sure the guard wasn't there. He wasn't! Good....she hurriedly walked into the office and closed the doors. She sighed softly and inhaled deeply. 


"Hnnnnnggg...!!" *PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!* Out came a loud fart from her rear end. Bonnie, Freddy and Foxy weren't able to hear it due to the blast doors muffling the sound. Once the loud monstrous fart ended, she sighed in heavy relief. She felt MUCH better. 

"Ahhhhh~ Much better~" She opened up the blast doors and casually left the office as if she didn't let out a big fart in there.


1 hour later...


The nightguard, Mike Schmidt, walked inside the building. He headed towards the office. Once he got there, the fart stench went up his nose. He sniffed a tiny bit and instantly fainted right there on the floor. 

The End.