"Chica? Chica, are you here?" Gregory called out, poking his head into the kitchen. At first he didn't notice anyone or anything so he entered the room, letting the door shut behind him. That's when he heard a sniffle around the corner. Could robots cry? Gregory was about to find out when he headed towards the source of the noise and repeated, "Chica?"

"Huh? Oh, Gregory. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," Chica apologized, glancing over her right shoulder at the child behind her. The chicken animatronic quickly turned her head away but it was too late. Gregory had seen the oily tears. So robots can cry, apparently. The boy quietly noted that to himself as he walked up to Chica. Hopping up onto a stool, he asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

"Of course sweetie, I'm alright. Just thinking of things, making a pizza. The usual," Chica quipped. She was trying so hard not to make her voice crack yet Gregory could tell. Her hands were shaking as well, causing her to struggle with rolling the pie dough out. Gently grasping her hand in his own, the kid questioned, "Are you sure?" Sighing softly, the animatronic took a seat as she shook her head and mumbled, "No..."

"What's wrong?" Gregory asked, holding on to both of Chica's hands now. Staring at their hands, the chicken rasped, "Honestly I'm okay. But the others just argue all the time anymore and then Bonnie was brought up and I... I'm sorry..." Listening in patient silence, Gregory murmured, "I guess you and Bonnie were close?"

"Yeah, he was like a brother to me. Things haven't been the same since he was decommissioned," Chica responded in a hushed voice. Finally looking Gregory in the eye, she continued, "I miss him, and I know Freddy does too." Nodding his head in agreement, the boy admitted, "I've noticed, Freddy gets all sad and quiet when Bonnie is mentioned."

"They were the best of friends," Chica remarked, reaching up to wipe away the streaks of oil running down her painted face. Leaning across the counter, Gregory grabbed a washcloth and assisted her. A grateful smile creeping across her face, the chicken animatronic allowed the small child to wipe away her tears before she spoke again, "Bonnie would've loved to meet you Gregory, you two would have gotten along so well."

"I wish I had a chance to meet him," Gregory remarked. Setting the washcloth down, the kid faced Chica again. He suddenly reached forward and pulled the chicken into a hug. Surprised at first, the robot relaxed and returned the embrace. After a little bit, the two parted from their hugging session. "Thank you Gregory, I needed that," Chica chirped. Grinning, Gregory replied, "You're welcome."

"Well, I better get back to making these pizzas. They're not gonna make themselves," Chica remarked, gesturing to the pie dough. The chicken animatronic had just stood up when Gregory piped up, "Can I help?" Smiling happily, Chica answered, "Of course! There's a radio if you want some music too." Finding the radio, the small child reached up on his tippy toes and pressed a button.

The music started.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums," the radio blasted. Recognizing the song immediately, Chica belted out, "Oh what a shame that you came here with someone!" Scooping up Gregory and spinning around in a circle, the chicken animatronic sang, "So while you're here in my arms."

"Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!" Gregory cheered. Grabbing the supplies they needed while they danced, the two sang together merrily, "We're gonna die young! We're gonna die young! Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!" Jumping into the air, Gregory cried, "Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

"Young hearts, out our minds, running til we outta time. Wild childs, looking good, living hard just like we should," Chica rapped as she rolled out the pizza dough. Swaying to the music, she kept singing, "Don't care who's watching when we tearing it up." Gregory piped up providing the backup chorus, "You know!"

"That magic that we got nobody can touch."

"For sure!"

"Looking for some trouble tonight."

"Yeah!"

"Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side, like it's the last night of our lives," Chica sang, helping Gregory up onto the counter as he chimed in, "Uh huh!" Throwing cheese and pepperoni onto the rolled out dough, Chica declared, "We'll keep dancing til we die!"

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of drums!" Gregory exclaimed, "Oh what a shame that you came here with someone!" Tossing the pizza into the oven, Chica helped the little boy down from the counter as she called out, "So while you're here in my arms." The pair then belted at the top of their lungs, "Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

Inside the oven, the pizza slowly cooked, the cheese melting and turning from snowy white to a beautiful golden color. The kitchen radio blared at the highest volume as the music went on. Dancing in pure bliss and harmony, Gregory smiled at Chica as they sang together the song's conclusion, "We're gonna die young! We're gonna die young! Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

A loud crash echoed throughout the kitchen.