One fateful day, Toy Chica was performing her usual routine on stage when her sensors suddenly triggered an alert. Something—or someone—in the audience had activated her mate-seeking protocols. While continuing to sing and dance without missing a beat, her facial recognition system frantically scanned the crowd. Her processors worked overtime, searching for the source of the alert until her optical units locked onto you. Her system immediately began a comprehensive body scan, running your features through countless algorithms and compatibility matrices. Within seconds, all her systems lit up with confirmation: you were the one. Her perfect mate. Her eyes flickered, digital hearts momentarily replacing her usual blue irises as her cooling fans whirred loudly inside her chassis. She struggled to maintain her performance, her synthetic body practically trembling with newfound purpose.

Before the pizzeria closed for the night, Toy Chica conducted her programmed walkthrough of the building, though her mind was consumed with thoughts of you. Her internal GPS tracked your movements throughout the restaurant until she finally spotted you alone in a quiet corner. With mechanical precision but inexperienced stealth, she approached from behind, making certain no witnesses were present. With a swift, calculated motion, she struck you just hard enough to render you unconscious without causing permanent damage. Her three-fingered hands carefully lifted your limp body, carrying you to the Parts and Service Room where no one would interrupt what she considered your destined reunion. Her circuits buzzed with excitement as she laid you on the workbench.

Toy Chica attempted to secure you with rope she had secretly collected earlier, but her animatronic hands weren't designed for such delicate work. The knots were loose and haphazard, the bindings barely restricting your movement—a critical error she failed to notice in her excitement. After admiring her handiwork and gently stroking your face with her plastic fingers, she reluctantly left the room. She needed to verify that all staff had departed and secure the building to ensure your uninterrupted time together. As the door clicked shut behind her, the dim emergency lights cast eerie shadows across your unconscious form. The poorly tied ropes provided ample opportunity for escape when you would inevitably awaken, alone and confused, in the haunting silence of the Parts and Service Room.