Mark looked up at the restaurant one last time before walking in. He scoffed at the cheesy-looking logo above the door. "What a fucking joke," he laughed, "Here I am, a poor college graduate, so damn desperate for cash that I'm willing to take THIS job at a bar." He shook his head, and pushed the front doors open.
Mark was a twenty-two year old male with brown hair and not-so flattering of a figure. He didn't exercise much. He was more into art than being fit. His hair was in a straight line from the center of his scalp to the edge of his forehead. He wasn't very stylish, either; he wore a blue sweater with black track pants and brown leather shoes. He wasn't very tall, but tall enough to make it appear that he was good-looking.
He looked around at the creepy establishment. He quickly felt a chill go down his spine. His breathing slowed, and he became inexplicably nervous. Mark looked around, trying to find the owner of the bar. He was told to look for someone with purple hair in pigtails. His thoughts were being easily drowned out by the many adults in the area, drinking and overall having a great time. His eyes led him to the show stage, where three very busty robots were putting on a show for the audience. They reminded him of something straight out of a kid's pizza joint, except less kid friendly. Each one looked ungodly beautiful. There was a bear wearing a tuxedo, top hat, and even had a microphone. She had visible eyelashes and sparkling blue eyes. Her breasts looked as if they were ready to pop right out of her blouse. Not that her breasts were all that big, it just looked like a tight fit. Next to her was a blue rabbit with an electric guitar. The rabbit also wore a tuxedo, but hers was a lighter shade of black than the bear's. Her ears seemed to bend back and forth to the music. Upon closer inspection, Mark noticed she didn't have eyebrows. And to the bear's left was a gritty yellow chick. She had on a chef's uniform with a bib that read, "Let's Drink!" in bold text. Her sleeves were rolled up, and in her left hand she held a piece of cake with eyes. She wore a chef's hat on top of her head, and her pants were so high her whole orange calves were showing. She had an extra set of eyelashes for, probably no reason Mark could understand. She had cute purple eyes, though. Looking down, Mark noticed none of them wore shoes.
Mark walked about the establishment until he ran into a woman with purple hair in pigtails. She wore a purple uniform, which composed of a purple tank top with black shorts. She wore black sneakers and purple socks that rode up to her thighs. She had on purple gauntlets that revealed all of her fingers, and she held a set of drinks in one hand. Mark jumped back in surprise. She was incredibly attractive, but what was she like?
"Hi! You must be the kind boy who applied for the night guard job?" she asked politely. She had a nice smile, and perfect teeth for it. Mark swallowed. "Uh, yeah, uh, do you know a "Willow Afton?"
The woman's eyes widened. "That's me!" she said cheerfully, "Hold on a moment, I'm serving some people right now." "Take your time," Mark said, trying to keep his eyes off Willow's cleavage. As she walked away, Mark glanced at the stage again. A large purple curtain had covered the stage, and a small area to his right had opened up. A tall, red fox character was the center of attention now, as she sat on the stage, swaying and swinging to the music. The fox was in bad condition, but it still worked seemingly fine. The head swayed like it was supposed to, and its mouth moved perfectly in tune. It had an eyepatch and a hook hand, so maybe it was originally a pirate-themed character. It had on a tank top and ripped shorts, revealing a bit too much leg for most of the audience to handle. Its legs were literally skeletal at this point, with wires covering much of its calves and thighs. It was the only robot he had seen that had sharp teeth so far. Its eyes didn't seem to have a specific color. They were so cloudy that it was hard to make anything out. Eventually, its curtain closed and the other one opened. Mark was impressed. This bar had a lot going for it. Kind waitresses, advanced technology...could it possibly get any better?
Another chill ran down Mark's spine. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.
Willow came back, tugging her shorts up. "Hi, sorry about that," she sighed, "Busy day." Mark looked around. He hadn't really noticed it before, but this place was packed. "Sure is," he agreed, "Now about my job-" "Oh, right!" Willow said, "Follow me. Friday, take my shift!"
"Okay!" called a voice from beyond the stage.
Willow lead Mark down a long corridor until they stopped at an office. There was a long desk that had a fan, telephone, and lots of papers reading of miscellaneous subjects littered all over it. A black swivel chair stood on the middle of the room with a computer-like device next to it. Cobwebs lined the ceilings as well as wires and the occasional light bulb. "This is your office!" Willow said, "Have a seat and get used your environment!"
"Thanks!" Mark said, sitting down in the swivel seat. He picked up the computer-like device, and examined it. "That's the monitor," Willow said, bending over to point to it, "That's to look at different parts of the building in case there's a robbery." Mark looked at it bewilderingly. "How do you turn it on?" he asked. Willow picked up a cord on the floor, and plugged in the device. A white button at the base of the monitor glowed, and Mark pressed it. The device sprung to life, giving a full view of the singing animatronics on the Show Stage. Getting a closer look, he realized just how attractive these robots were.
"You can switch between cameras by tapping the squares on the screen," Willow explained, "They're in the outline of the building in the right-hand corner." Mark looked to his right, where, indeed, a map of the bar supplied a set of touchable squares. They gave him access to spaces such as the restrooms, the corridors, and even the supply closet. "Weird," Mark said, "Where are the entrance and exit cameras?" Willow shrugged. "We had to make some budget cuts," she explained, "I know it sounds ridiculous considering we had cameras installed in the supply closet, but we can't even hire an electrician to fix the problem. Sorry about that."
Mark blinked. It seemed absurd that a bar such as this had the budget for singing animatronics and five employees, but it didn't have half the budget to hire an electrician to place some cameras near the entrance.
"Okay…" Mark said, moving on, "What do I do in case of an emergency?" "We've supplied you with doors to protect yourself in case of a robbery," Willow said, pointing to a large red square beside the left office door, "They'll automatically close if a security breach is present. All you have to do is call the police and have them take care of it. Any other questions?"
Mark observed his surroundings. "What can those doors keep out?" he asked. "Just about anything, I would think," Willow said, "I've been told they can keep out water, fire, bullets, ghosts…" Mark swallowed. "Wait a minute, GHOSTS!?" he cried worriedly. Willow held up her hands. "Hey, we've never had any paranormal activity here! That's just a guess!" She put her hands down. She leaned against the wall, sticking her hip out. "Any other questions?" Mark shook his head. "Okay," Willow said, beginning to leave, "If you think of anything else to ask me later on, I'll leave a recorded message for you when you start your shift." "Thank you," Mark said, "I hope I can keep this place safe!"
"You don't have to worry," Willow said softly, "If you can't stop the intruders, it's likely someone else will." She frowned as she said that, as if she was envious of someone else's power.
"Anyway, I wish you luck!" Willow said, "Have fun on your first night! And don't touch anything that isn't your dick." She winked at him and turned to leave.
Mark looked down and realized he had an erection the whole time he was talking to Willow. Embarrassed, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and fixed the position of his meat scepter so his erection was less obvious. Willow noticed and giggled.
"Save that for Saturday night," she whispered. She winked at Mark one more time, and left.
Mark felt strange, yet turned on at the same time. It wasn't a very comfortable feeling.
. .
Mark adjusted his cap and sat down in his swivel seat. The air around him felt unusually warm, so he turned on the fan residing on the desktop in front of him. Immediately, a drop in the air temperature was noticed, and Mark's senses came flooded with good feelings. He switched on the monitor, and began to work.
Suddenly, a ring came from the telephone. Mark immediately thought of Willow, and her promise to give him a heads-up about his job through a phone call. He pressed the pound key, and waited for the recorded message to play.
"Uh, hello?" came a voice. It sounded higher than Willow's speaking tone.
"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled down on your first night. Uh, funny story, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now as we speak. So...I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm just here to let you know there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll be alright. So, let's focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Let's see, first there's some sort of introductory reading, I guess? I think it's some sort of 'legal thing' or whatever.
"'Welcome to the Fazbar; where the drinks are so alcoholic you'll be drunk by the afternoon. Fazbar enterprises is not responsible for death and damage', blah, blah, blah, yakkity smakkity. You get the idea. Basically, just don't die and you'll be fine.
"That might sound bad or whatever, but to be honest there's really nothing to worry about. We've taken every precaution necessary to ensure your safety. I mean, the robots do get a bit...quirky at night, but I don't blame them. Singing things like "Stairway to Heaven" and "Dancing Queen" for twenty years without a shower doesn't sound so fun. But remember, these robots attract a LOT of horny guys, so don't hurt them or we'll cut your pay. The robots, I mean. You can hurt the customers, I don't care.
"So, just a heads-up, the robots walk around at night. The engineers say it's something about their servers locking up or them being turned off for too long? I dunno. They used to be allowed to walk around during the DAY, believe it or not. But then there was the Slice of '87. Lesson learned, don't bring your kids to a bar with unstable robots unless you want their frontal lobes to be torn off.
"Now, how this affects YOU is actually pretty serious. These characters don't just squeeze the life force out of children if you're not careful, they'll also try to kill you. Their favorite method is to lure you in with lust and then cut you open to put an endoskeleton inside you. That sounds horrible, doesn't it? The worst part is when they complete this and they try to stuff you inside of an animatronic suit. Which is going to be especially painful if you have a penis, if you're unfortunate enough to live that far, because these motherfuckers DON'T. Your rock-hard erection is going to be ripped apart, dude.
"Y-yeah, we probably shoulda told you that before you signed up…
"But, hey! First day's gonna be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Now remember! Check those cameras and remember to close those doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. 'Cause this bar is enough of a sonofabitch to pay for already. Alright, goodnight!"
Mark heard a kissing noise just as the phone call ended. Whoever was calling him was blowing him a good luck kiss.
Mark was absolutely horrified. The robots were out to KILL him!? And Willow seemed perfectly okay with revealing that to him in the message she sent! At least, he thought it was Willow. It could have been anybody, the voice wasn't traceable to anybody Mark knew.
And why didn't she mention there was limited power? That seemed important enough to mention in the job description!
Mark shook his head. He would wait until morning to quit. It didn't seem practical NOW, considering he was surrounded by carnivorous girl-bots.
Mark checked his watch. 12:04, it read. Just five hours and fifty-six minutes to go.
Fuck.
Two hours later, Mark flipped up his monitor, and looked around. Everyone was still in their places, and nobody had broken in. He was clearly alone, and whoever called him about the roaming robots was clearly crazy.
Mark took off his cap, now drenched in sweat. It was really hot inside the office. He cranked up the fan, blowing more cool air onto him.
Then, unexpectedly, the fan stopped. The cool air still lingered, but the fan had stopped entirely. Mark looked around. The lights were flickering. Something was wrong with the electricity in the building. He looked down at his monitor to view how much power he had left. 2:07 A.M., 69% power left. Mark stifled a laugh.
Suddenly, the fan kicked back on. The lights quit flickering, and resumed their dim lighting in the office.
Mark blinked. "Okay," he said to himself, "That was fucking weird…"
He felt a cold chill on his back. He looked at the cameras, and gasped in shock. The blue rabbit was gone.
Mark rapidly flipped through cameras until he saw the rabbit in the dining area. Its form was completely black in the darkness of the room, but it was still clearly visible amidst the tables and chairs. Not knowing what to do, Mark turned off the monitor. He noticed he was shaking.
Mark noticed he could see his breath. The air suddenly felt really cold. Wasn't it hot in here, like, two seconds ago?
He heard thumping in the hallway to his left. Flipping up the camera, Mark saw the form of the rabbit in the distance of the corridor. "Oh my God," Mark gasped, "They weren't lying! These bitches DO walk around at night!"
Horrified, Mark considered running through the corridor to his right to escape the building. But if he did, he would still probably be caught by the rabbit at the end of the hallway. For some reason, the robot knew where he was.
Scared for his life, Mark watched the left hallway intensely for the next half hour. He waited to see some kind of movement from the rabbit. For a while, nothing happened. But after a long period of time, a long pattern of static appeared on the camera. Mark thought the system was broken, but then attributed it to the movement of the rabbit. He realized he hadn't seen the camera system break until this moment.
Mark slammed his fist on the door button, and a large slab of metal flew down and locked in the doorway. He pressed the button underneath it, and a dim, blue light in the hallway turned on. There were a few posters strewn about the wall, but Mark didn't see anything out of the ordinary outside the office window.
Mark checked his cameras again. The rabbit wasn't in the corridor anymore, but it wasn't in the vicinity of Mark's office door, either. No, it was tucked away inside the storage closet, of all places.
Figures, Mark thought, Of course it's gonna mess with my fucking head.
He opened the door again, and checked the lights. Nothing there. Not that he had expected there to be, anyway.
Going back to checking his cameras, Mark caught a glimpse of a person running through the halls. Although its small stature led to Mark's belief it wasn't just a person, it was a child. But what would a child be doing in a bar at two in the morning for? And where were their parents?
Mark looked through his desk drawers until he found a flashlight. Stepping out of the doorway, he yelled aloud "Hello? Anybody out there?"
No response.
"It's okay, I don't want to hurt you."
No response.
"Um...where are your parents?"
Nothing.
"I, uh...I can help you find them, if you want?..."
After talking like this for about fifteen minutes, Mark gave up. He wasn't just about to walk around the bar, there were killer robots in the building! He turned off his flashlight and turned to walk into the office.
Then he heard a low thumping noise echo down the hallway. Mark's eyes opened wide, and a long gust of cold wind forcefully blew past him. Once again, he was able to see his breath. He turned back around and pulled out his flashlight. He flicked it on and froze in horror.
The rabbit was walking straight toward him.
Mark breathed quickly and heavily as the mechanical beast approached him. In the dim light of the flashlight, its eyes glowed a menacing yellow. It's black tuxedo matched the darkness around it, making it look like it was a part of the darkness. It's body moved almost exactly as a person's would, making it seem like a distorted version of a human being. It's ears bounced as it walked, nearly touched the popcorn ceiling.
In panic, Mark turned off his flashlight and ducked inside the office. He smashed his fist into the red door button, slamming the metal door into place. He heard the door lock, and he collectively flopped back into his swivel seat. He sighed as a wave of relief washed over him.
He jolted up as a blue hand slammed against his office window. Leaving a steamy stain on the glass, it was slowly dragged off towards the direction of the dining area.
Mark got out of his seat, and opened the door. He looked around in the darkness until he realized he could turn on the lights. Pressing the blue button, he turned to look back at the hallway, and met face to face with the blue rabbit. Mark screamed and fell backwards into his swivel chair. He desperately reached for the door button, but the rabbit's hand caught him and held his wrist tightly. It didn't hurt, but Mark was panicking beyond all reason.
The rabbit slowly walked inside as its feet made heavy thumping sounds. Mark wasn't sure if it was the robot or his heart beating in his head, but either way he was terrified. Mark got himself out of the rabbit's grasp only to fall on the floor momentarily after. Wincing in pain, he looked up at the rabbit's menacing magenta eyes. They seemed to stare straight into his soul, sucking out every last bit of courage he had.
The rabbit opened its jaws wide open, as if ready to take a bite out of Mark's head. Mark closed his eyes, preparing not to open them again. As he did, he caught a glimpse of the rabbit's jaws heading right for his face.
And instead of recieving severe bite marks and/or a broken skull, he got a kiss on the cheek.
The rabbit smiled and pulled away. Mark opened his frightened eyes slowly. "What...the fuck?" he uttered. He wasn't sure what was going on.
"Hello!" the rabbit said cheerfully, "I don't believe we've had a proper introduction. I'm Bunnie! What's your name?"
Mark's mouth hung agape. He pointed at the rabbit. "Y-y-y-you can TALK!" he cried. "Of course I can talk," the rabbit, apparently named Bunnie, replied, "We're not just programmed to sing, you know!"
Mark was at a loss for words. "B-b-but, you, you want to kill me, don't you?" Bunnie scoffed. "Heavens, no!" she said, almost laughing, "Perish the thought! We don't kill anyone. Who on Earth told you THAT?" Mark pointed to the phone on the desk. "Um...s-some girl called me up, with a, uh, recorded message, I guess, and-"
"Oh, yeah, right!" Bunnie said, pointing to her face, "You really believe that? Does this look like the face of a serial killer?"
Looking at her again, Bunnie did have a lot of attractive features. Her fur and ears were perfectly groomed. Her eyes, on second glance, seemed innocent and caring. She had a cute black nose atop her cornflower snout. Her red bow tie shone in the dim lighting of the office. Her tuxedo was...uh, was coming off?
"Hey, woah, wait a minute! What are you doing!?" Mark asked, as he realized Bunnie was taking off her clothes.
"I'm taking off my clothes," Bunnie said, "You seem really stressed out." She had a look of concern spread across her face.
Mark blushed. "Wh-what does one thing have to do with the other?" he asked.
"Well," Bunnie said softly, "I heard that sexual intercourse can actually relieve stress."
Mark swallowed. Was she planning to…?
Bunnie slipped her tuxedo jacket off her shoulders. She looked intently at Mark as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall onto the floor and revealing her lacy, white bra.
"You wanna do the honors?" Bunnie asked.
Mark didn't question it. He put his hands behind Bunnie's back and fiddled with her bra until he found the clasp. Once he found it, he unhooked it within a matter of seconds. "That was quick," Bunnie commented, "Unhooked a lot of bras?" Mark blushed as he remembered his recent breakup with his girlfriend, Mary. "No," he lied, slipping the bra off her body. Her bright blue breasts gave a slight bounce as they were freed from the garment. Mark gawked in awe as he stared at Bunnie's topless body. Her face lit up with a smile. "You can touch them, if you'd like" she said softly, "Don't be shy." Mark reached over with one hand and squeezed Bunnie's left breast. She let out a short sigh as her chest was being fondled. Her nipples were erect, Mark discovered.
"Your turn," Bunnie said, smiling. Leaning forward, she undid Mark's tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Oh" Bunnie said in small surprise, "You shave your chest!" Mark laughed nervously. "No," he said, "I just never grew any chest hair."
"That's okay," Bunnie said, slipping off Mark's shirt, "It's time for the main event."
Bunnie's thumbs hooked around the edges of her waistband, and she pulled down. She stood back up and stepped out of her pants and panties rumpled up on the tiled ground. Now completely naked, she smiled and kneeled down next to Mark. "You like my body?" Bunnie asked. Not even trying to hesitate, Mark nodded. Bunnie giggled. "Good," she said, "Now time to see yours." She pulled off his shoes and socks, and undid his belt. She wrapped her hands around his waistband, and slowly pulled off his jeans. Suddenly, his rock-hard erection sprang out of his pants.
"Ooh," Bunnie giggled excitedly, "Someone's feeling happy!" She grabbed hold of his cock, and leaned her head onto it. Her tongue explored the majority of it, licking up and down, trying to find Mark's good spot. Finally, she found it right below the head, and stuck his dick in her mouth. Mark let out a loud sigh as Bunnie began sucking his cock. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, licking his cock, all the while making arousing sucking noises. Mark's breathing calmed down as he felt a lot of tension melting away. He put his hand atop Bunnie's fuzzy head and rubbed his hand in her hair. Bunnie giggled, and kept licking Mark's penis. After a while, she picked up her head. Mark noticed a string of saliva dripping from her buck teeth.
Wait a second, Mark thought, Is she...drooling?
Bunnie gave his cock a final kiss before she shifted her position. She laid down on her back and spread her legs, revealing her pink vagina among her bright blue fur. She licked her index and middle finger, and rubbed her bare womanhood with her moist fingers. She gave a short moan as she rubbed it gently, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Mmf," Bunnie moaned, "Mark...I...I want you...i-inside of me…"
Mark's face glowed red. "A-are you sure?" he asked.
Bunnie stopped rubbing her pussy, and nodded. Mark nervously shrugged, and went long with it. "Okay," he said slowly as he gently began putting his cock in Bunnie's vagina.
Bunnie bit her lip to stop herself from screaming in pleasure. "Oh, my God," she moaned, "Your cock feels so GOOD!" Mark smiled a little as he began a back and forth motion with his pelvis into Bunnie's pussy. Bunnie's breathing became more rapid as she was being gently pleasured by Mark's thick manhood. She put her finger up to her mouth and bit down on it, probably due to pleasure.
"H-harder," Bunnie moaned softly. Not wanting to hurt her, Mark slowly picked up his pace. "Harder, Mark!" Bunnie insisted. Mark gulped, and began using a bigger force to pound his cock into Bunnie's pussy. She let out a loud moan, and brought her hands to her breasts. She let her fingers dance around her erect nipples while Mark filled up her vagina.
Seeing this, Mark reached out his hand and squeezed Bunnie's left breast. Her eyes opened wide, and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "Mark, I...I think I'm gonna…" "Me, too," Mark said, "Hang in there, Bunnie!"
With a few more forceful movements, Bunnie wailed in pleasure and Mark let out a sigh. A huge wave of pleasure washed over the two, and tingles of adrenaline rushed through their veins. Mark pulled out, a small string of semen trailing behind it.
"Oops," he said.
"That's okay," Bunnie sighed, still lying on the floor, "Cumming inside doesn't do anything to my mechanics. I'm okay."
Mark blushed and laid down next to Bunnie. "Man, that...that was awesome!"
Bunnie giggled. "Was I right about the whole stress thing?"
Mark nodded. Bunnie's face lit up with a smile. "Good," she sighed, "I'm glad I could help."
Mark felt like he had to get something off his chest, something that still held weight atop his broad shoulders. "Bunnie?" he said, "Can I tell you something?" Bunnie chuckled. "Well, who am I gonna spill the beans to, the engineers?" Mark nodded in slight dismay. "This was…" he struggled to find the right words. "...This wasn't my first time."
Bunnie's eyes fluttered. "Huh?" she said in disbelief.
"I know," Mark sighed, "I've actually just been in a relationship with another girl. She just broke up with me, too."
Bunnie sat up. "Why would anyone break up with a cock like that!?" she asked. Mark rubbed his neck. "Um...something about not taking the relationship seriously enough? It was probably because I was searching for jobs, so most of my free time was occupied filling out resumés for different job offers."
"Ah," Bunnie said, nodding her head as if she understood. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Mark asked. Bunnie honestly shook her head.
"Whatever, it's not important," Mark sighed, "I'll just put my clothes on and get back to work." Bunnie held his wrist as he tried to get up. "No," she said, "Tell me about that girl you used to go out with. Was she pretty?"
Mark hesitantly sat back down. "Well, yeah," he said, "But...I'm more of a 'what's on the inside' kinda guy." Bunnie nervously looked around. "What did she have on the inside?" Mark chuckled. "I dunno. Not a loving, trusting or caring personality, that's for damn sure." "Oh…" Bunnie said, realizing what he meant, "I'm sorry…"
"It's okay," Mark sighed, "I'll get over it. She was never really into me, either. We just liked having sex." He stopped and smiled. "Sure explains how it was so easy for me to take off your bra, huh?" Bunnie smiled, too. Her whole face seemed to light up when she did. "Yeah," she said, "But I thought you said-" "I lied," Mark explained, interrupting her. Bunnie blinked. She looked around a little before asking, "Are you thinking of taking up dating again?" Mark thought for a while. "No," he said, "I'll wait for a time when I'm over this breakup and ready to meet other people." Bunnie shrugged. "Sounds like a good plan," she said. She drummed her fingers on the cold, tiled floor.
"So…" Mark said, breaking the silence, "What do you wanna do now?"
Bunnie smiled. "Wanna do that again?"
By five o'clock, both Bunnie and Mark put their clothes back on and went back to their places. Bunnie headed for the door, and looked back. "Thanks again," she said, "I promise to visit again!"
Mark tipped his cap. "Thanks, Bunnie!" he said, smiling. And with that, Bunnie disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
Mark let out a large whoosh of air through his mouth, and plopped back down in his swivel seat. He glanced at the clock. 5:48.
He chuckled. "Just twelve more minutes, and I'm outta here," he said to himself. He checked the cameras, and saw his power percentage was at two percent.
No big deal, he thought, The power will go out, and that's it. Nothing's gonna happen.
He waited until the lights began dimming, and with a slow whoosh, the power in the building died.
Mark grabbed the flashlight from the desk and switched it on. He looked around the office, waiting for 6:00 to roll around. He eventually caught a glimpse of a figure in the doorway. He jumped, not expecting anyone to be here at this time of night, but then remembered someone was finishing up their last week there.
"Hey!" Mark greeted, "Is my shift just about over?"
He watched as Willow stepped casually into the room. "Hey!" she greeted, "Yeah, your shift's just about over." She was dressed in an outfit Mark hadn't previously seen her wear. It looked a lot like what he was wearing, except she was still wearing her fingerless gloves. Her shirt was buttoned so tightly it looked like her breasts wanted to bust out. She still had her hair in pigtails, which Mark guessed was just how she kept her hair. Her purple hair matched the color of the uniform she was wearing. "How was your shift last night? Nothing happened, did it?"
Mark clenched his fist. He wanted desperately to say something along the lines of "Did you know your robots are horny piles of metal?" But he knew he would get a lot of backlash about it, so he instead left it at "It was pretty uneventful."
"Good," Willow said, "I don't think I told you what to do in case of an emergency." Mark thought for a second. Indeed, she had.
"Yeah, you did," Mark said, "Um...was that you...on the phone?" Willow shrugged. "Yeah, that was me," she admitted, a hint of blush forming on her cheeks, "My voice used to be a lot more high-pitched. I used to voice the robot characters, you know."
Mark's eyebrows raised. "So...about the robots…"
Willow swiftly took hold of Mark's collar and pulled his face close to hers. "You do NOT bring that up anymore, you got that?" Willow whispered menacingly. Mark swallowed. "I-I just wanted to know...is it really just a glitch in their systems?"
"What have you seen?" Willow asked, putting a hand behind her. Mark shivered. He felt another gust of cold air sweep through the room. "N-nothing," he said, "I-I-I was just wondering if you were p-playing a joke on me!"
Willow raised an eyebrow. Then the other one. "Yeah!" she said, "Damn, you found me out." She let go of Mark's collar, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.
"So, you were kidding?" Mark asked. "Of course!" Willow lied, smiling, "You really think robots can walk around at night?" Mark shrugged, afraid to give an answer.
"Well, they can't," Willow told him, frowning, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do here."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "Wait, but...you said you were finishing your last week here in your message…" Willow looked at him. "So?" "Didn't you say the message was recorded when your voice was higher?" Mark asked. "Yes," Willow explained, "I was promoted. I got to be head waitress and the dawn guard. Now go home."
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but thought it smarter to go home without a scratch. "See you tomorrow, I guess," he said.
Willow said nothing. She just stared intently at a poster on the wall of the three characters on the stage.
Chapter one of Mark Smith's epic quest to survive five nights at the Fazbar! I hope you enjoyed! Once again, as a disclaimer, I am still a virgin as of now, so keep in mind all sexual relations are not going to be 100% accurate. Regardless, I hope you got as much pleasure out of reading this as I did writing it! Next chapter is being posted next Saturday!
