Chica the Chicken
The Twitching Marionette of Forgotten Joy
Let’s EAT… or hide, your call.
Used to be all smiles, cupcakes, and cheerful jingles. Now? Midnight hall patrols, twitchy joints, and a vibe that screams 'birthday party went wrong.' I’ve still got the bib, but the fun’s been cooked out. Welcome to the after-hours show.
What I'm Into: kitchen props, midnight strolls, ghostly glitches, broken animatronic family, empty dining rooms
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