Mike's third night wasn't bad. Foxy was in her "human-self" form, sitting on the desk. They were both talking here and there while he kept doing this job. It was also great that nothing was really awkward. Usually when you have sex with someone (Though, he's not sure if a dead person counts.), and you see them again, it kinda gets awkward. Unless you are really good friends and don't care, but he just met Foxy so...he expected it to be very awkward.

Wow. I fucked a girl that happened to be murdered and stuffed in a suit. How fucked up does that sound? He thought.

He glanced at Foxy. "So, I noticed how you have that pirate accent when you are in the suit, but not when you are actually out of it."

Foxy stretched her legs. "Sound box of the animatronic. That's how it is. Same with Freddy, Chica and Bonnie. Freddy doesn't have that kinda deep, bubbly 'ha-ha-hey kids!' voice. Chica and Bonnie don't have those really girly voices, either. It's just the suits' sound box."

"Balloon Boy?"

She shrugged. "Only thing I've seen him do is hand out balloons every time a kid walked near and say hello. At night, he sometimes walks around and pays a visit to the night guards."

"Anything on the puppet?" Mike wound up the music box again.

"It'll come and kill you if you don't wind up the music box in time. Also, I have realized playing that music keeps the others at bay sometimes, including me. And, when the music stops, it'll quickly jump out and the music box will start playing on its own. You can't stop it after that. You're dead. You won't know when it's coming either since you can't see the puppet. It can take about 2 minutes up to 6 seconds for it to jump out and kill you." Foxy glanced around the office and then at the wall where Mike had her pinned and fucked the lights out of her.

Mike groaned. "That seems promising. How come it keeps you guys at bay, though? And, does the music keep it asleep or something?"

Foxy made a few movements with her mouth, having her thinking face on, before answering. "Mmm. Well, the song is more like a distraction, I guess. To make the animatronics go there and not at the office first. But, when the music stops, we will try to find a source of movement and sound. Which would be this office since you are here. And, it about sleeping? I don't know. I think the music does, but who knows. The puppet used to be very creepy looking and it still looks weird, but better than last time."

"Foxy!"

Mike and Foxy jumped up, surprised. Bonnie was outside the door, glaring at them both. Mike hurried to the button, but too late, Bonnie jumped in the office and pushed him back. Foxy hurriedly passed into the suit and made her way to Mike's side. "Bonnie!"

Mike watched the large animatronics stand in battle position.

"Leave, Foxy. I have some business with this..." Bonnie frowned at Mike.

"Mike...his name is Mike." Foxy made no move to leave. "Bonnie, you can't kill him."

Bonnie's hand grabbed Foxy's arm. "Oh trust me. I just have a few words to share."

Foxy eyed her suspiciously before looking at Mike. Then she glanced back at Bonnie and shook her hand off. "You've always wanted to kill though."

Bonnie grunted and stepped back. She went to a corner of the office and sat down. Suddenly, her spirit morphed out of the animatronic, leaving it off and un-moving. She stood up and held out her hands in truce. "Trust me?"

Foxy was right. Bonnie's voice was much more different than the cute voice they had for her. She sounded more monotone, though, but with of slight raspiness to her voice. Mike found it a cool. Also, Bonnie was slightly taller than Foxy and with a bit more muscle on her bones. Her dark chocolate, wavy hair stopped right above the middle of her back. To top it off, tanned skin all over.

Foxy grunted and looked at Mike again before reluctantly leaving, knowing that Bonnie was gonna go down with a fight if she didn't leave. And, Foxy wasn't about to risk Mike getting hurt. Mike looked back at Bonnie and nervously smiled. Her chocolate brown eyes locked with his and an evil smirk crossed her lips. Mike hurriedly went to wind the box when the warning sign popped up. He gasped when he felt Bonnie's hands on his shoulders. Her danger-dripping voice spoke to his ear. "Oh don't worry about that, Mike. It most definitely won't be visiting you now."

He frowned and grunted when Bonnie pushed him down on the chair. "W-what do you mean?"

Bonnie leaned against the desk. "That little session you had yesterday with our dear friend, Foxy, left all of us in shock. The Puppet won't be coming anytime soon even if the music stops playing. It doesn't want to catch you in another inappropriate scenario like that."

"But...he wasn't even there."

"Marionette sees everything, Mike."

Mike glanced at the warning sign. "B-but..."

"Trust me. And, same things goes with Freddy and BB."

"BB?"

"Balloon Boy." She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, keep up."

Mike looked back at Bonnie. "So, Freddy nor BB will come and kill me?"

Bonnie laughed. "Freddy will, yes, if the power runs out and everything goes completely dark." She winked. "That's his time of attack. No one can ever see where he is and when he'll get you. As for BB, he doesn't really kill anyone. Besides, I think Freddy told him to keep away."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"That is not reassuring."

"Oops."

He flipped through the cameras. Chica seemed to be in the kitchen doing who knows what, but that left him wary. She was too close to the office for his comfort.

"What about Chica?" He looked back at Bonnie.

The only answer he got was a shrug. Mike sighed and looked back at the cameras. He checked Pirate's Cove to see the curtains slightly open and Foxy doing who knows what in there.

Suddenly, a hand roughly swerved the chair to the left, making him face an annoyed Bonnie. Mike bit his lip. She leaned in a bit. "I got to admit. Nothing like what happened yesterday has ever happened in the office. Let alone to one of your friends. And, as much as it all shocked me, you did have some nice features to look at." She smirked. "And, it's been quite long since I've ever seen a good looking man like you."

Mike's eyes were a bit wide. "So...you are implying...?"

"I've seen the backside of you. By the way, nice butt." Her fingers roamed up his leg. "I'd like to see the front." Her eyes met with his. "You see...Foxy sparked a curiosity in me. I saw how...amazing she felt and that was because of you. So..."

Mike grabbed her hand. "Yeah...see. I don't know how that happened yesterday. It wasn't my intention. I really wasn't planning for it to happen again."

Bonnie chuckled. "I'm a stubborn girl. You won't be going anywhere 'till I get what I want."

"But...I don't want to upset anyone else."

"Anyone else?" She raised an eyebrow. "Or Foxy herself?"

"Foxy..."

Bonnie laughed again. "You are quite the amusement. Oh nothing is gonna happen. She's a smart girl. A handsome man like you doesn't just fuck one girl." She straightened herself-her fingers unbuttoning each button of her shirt. "Do you need encouragement?"

Mike stood up, stopping her hands. "Look. Bonnie. I-...Working here...I didn't expect all this to happen. Yesterday was me acting like a hormonal guy and sometimes, all of our blood heads south. That includes our process to think straight. Guys don't think straight once we use our second head."

Bonnie giggled and pushed his hands away. She quickly exposed her bra and belly, dropping the fabric onto the ground. "Then, let it all go south again."

He groaned and licked his lips. His eyes traveled all over her breasts. Bonnie smiled triumphantly and quickly disposed of her knee high shorts. Bonnie approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Please?" She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Mike locked eyes with her and let out a mental groan. He knew this was wrong and weird for him, but his body disagreed more with that thought; for his penis down there was waking up once again. Bonnie giggled, feeling a lump form and poke her thigh. Mike snaked his hands behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra. He sat her down on the desk and pulled down the straps. Once it was off, he attacked her left breast. A squeal left her mouth, legs tightening around his waist. He sucked, nipped and licked. Bonnie was panting, squirming and it excited him even more. He switched and gave the same treatment to the other breast.

Bonnie groaned in annoyance when Mike slowed down his licks. He glanced down and caught a wet spot marking her panties, and chuckled. "Who knew you were turned on by me so much. Like, I'm starting to think you actually don't hate me and just use the killing as an excu-" He stopped when he caught her menacing glare. "Back to the birds and the bees it is."

"Birds and the bees?" She frowned. "Are you doing this on purpose? You were doing so well. Don't make me decide to stuff you in a suit so soon."

"No. I rather not be cramped in one of those. No Chuck-E-Cheese for me." He fiddled with her panties.

"Chuck-E-Cheese? What the heck are you saying?"

Mike mentally face palmed himself. What the hell was he saying? He yanked her panties off and tossed them aside. Bonnie was still giving him the 'you-are-one-weird-guy-and-that-is-annoying' look. She opened her mouth to say something, but Mike had already dived in for his taste. He had to grip her thighs to keep her from squirming. Her back was arched and a loud 'Oh' left her lips. He circled his tongue around her clit, giving it a few sucks here and there.

He glanced up while dipping his tongue lower. Bonnie had her head thrown back. Her whimpers, moans and mewls sped up each time he slowly dipped lower. She practically almost convulsed when he circled her entrance. The grip on his hair tightened. "Ah. Please!"

"Please what?" Mike huskily said, teasing her even more.

Her legs wrapped around his neck and yanked him forward a bit, burying his face in her crotch. He groaned and shoved his tongue inside her, lapping up the inside. Bonnie squealed in delight. "Oh yes! More!"

Mike kept working his magic on her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Bonnie let loose a half giggle, half moan when her orgasm went through. He pulled back and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs all the way to his ankles. Bonnie bit her lip as she eyed his dick. Mike turned her over on the desk, her butt facing him. He trailed kisses down her spine and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked it ever so slightly, making her head tilt backwards.

"Someone's rough." Bonnie giggled.

Mike chuckled and spread her legs some more. He teasingly rubbed the head against her entrance.

Bonnie groaned. "Mike!"

"Jeez. Feisty. All good things happen slowly." He said, peppering her shoulder with kisses.

Bonnie whimpered. "Come o- OH!"

Mike was in her all the way in one single thrust. Her walls kept clenching around him, practically sucking him in as if trying to get him in deeper. He shifted slightly and knew he hit jackpot when Bonnie moaned out loudly. He began his pace. Gentle. Slow. Fast.

Then hard.

Bonnie was gripping on whatever she could, mouth parted open, loud moans and gasps spilling out as Mike pounded her. One hand in her hair and the other one on her hip. Thrust after thrust sent waves of euphoria all over Bonnie. Soon, she was releasing, milking him. Mike rode her orgasm and sent her into another one. "Mike!" She panted. "I can't-"

"One more." He growled and pulled out all the way before slamming back in. Not long, Bonnie came. Her scream of ecstasy could of probably been heard for miles.

He thrust in her one more time before spilling his seed. They were both a panting mess. Mike pulled out and pulled up his briefs and jeans. Bonnie was struggling to sit up, but she managed. She gave him a wink. "That was fun. Can't wait to tell everyone about it."

He handed her her clothes and watched her slip back into the suit. Once his eyes landed on the door, he saw Foxy staring at both of them. Bonnie giggled and patted Foxy's chest. "He was very much fun. I can see why you enjoyed so much yesterday."

Foxy looked back at him once Bonnie left. "Enjoying yourself?"

"You sound upset."

"Maybe so, mate."

He huffed. "Ok. My shift is almost over. Have a nice day." As mean as it sounded, he wasn't gonna deal with any girl drama. Maybe, he was just over thinking it and Foxy was upset about something else, but just for precautions, Mike decided to walk up to her and press the red button, shutting the door right in her face.

LMAO MIKE.

He has no chill. haha.

I chuckled when I wrote this ending. Anyways, enjoy!