Mike could only keep running. He knew if he talked back he'd only make her hor-
'THAT'S IT!'
"Bonnie, I can only imagine all the things you'll do to me."
She got in range and pounced on him immediately "The time for imagination has stopped Mikey~." She began to ready herself, hovering over his body. He slipped out from under her and made a beeline for the kitchen.
"Sorry, told you I was a tease!"
"MIIIKEEEYYY~!" She couldn't control herself, he left her behind in a puddle of shame and lust.
Chica was already waiting.
"Moikey, had fun with Bonnie already?" her accent coming on thick and sultry "Don't worry, I'll keep the fun goin'" She began tracing her feathery hands along her body.
Mike didn't stop running.
"NOPE!"
"WHAT?! C'MERE AND SAMPLE THE BREAST!"
"NOPE!"
He ran and ran, turning a corner and ducking down. She completely missed him in her rush. He turned around the corner again so he couldn't get found immediately if Chica turned around. He managed to catch his breath.
"I don't get paid enough for this shit" he whispered to himself.
"That can be arranged" a large and curvy she-bear was found next to him.
"Sorry boss-lady, no sexual favors."
"That's a shame. Still, I admire your professionalism..." she leaned in to his ear "...my little honeycomb~" she whispered.
She leaned back a bit and continued. "You should get ready, it's almost 6AM and Foxy's willing to get a bit...knotty with you." She stated with a smirk. "Don't forget to consider my offer~" She waved and walked away.
Mike shook his head, and waited out the flirtatious calling that he could have sworn was near him.
Ding dong.
-6AM-
"I'm getting too tired for this shit" Mike finalized with a sigh. He took off through the entrance and drove back home.
Upon getting home, he locked up his car. It still made a sound as he made his way to the door and unlocked it.
The trunk was open.
"SURPRISE MIKEY~!" Chica and Bonnie shouted, hopping out of the back of the car's trunk.
"I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!" He ran in, slammed the door and locked it. It didn't last long though, as it went flying off its hinges.
"NOW C'MERE MOI-" Chica cut herself off.
"Wot?" She spoke.
Here stood a large rotund robot. A dome light for a 'head' and a very large body. It didn't look like a humanoid like these two did though, it looked like a guard robot you'd find in a military base.
"Greetings. Fisto is programmed to please." It croaked in a very robotic and static tone.
"NO WAY MOIKEY, YA DITCHED US FOR THIS HUNK-A-JUNK?!" Chica shrieked, feathers flying and wings in the air.
Bonnie was a mess, sitting in a curled heap weeping.
"It's nothing like that I swear! It's just a servant!" Mike defended himself.
"Please assume the position." The robot crushed Mike's defense effortlessly.
Chica shook her head, picked up Bonnie and made their way back to the pizzeria.
Mike assumed the position.
