Mark observed the empty bar. He wasn't too sure about coming back, considering his last visit almost ended with him being raped.

Whatever. That was yesterday. Time to focus on today.

The haunting image of that little girl still spooked him. What did he see? Was that a ghost trying to speak to him? Why was she naked? Why didn't she have a stomach?

Questions poured like rain. But the biggest one of all was, what was the little girl talking about? She had said Willow had been lying to him, but what was that supposed to mean? What was she lying about? What was she keeping from him? It obviously had something to do with the robots, but he couldn't fathom what it was.

Mark plopped into his swivel seat. Time to get serious about work.

The phone began to ring. Mark pressed the pound key, awaiting his message.

"Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, hey! You're doing great! Most employees would be dead by now. But whatever your strategy is, I like your style! You've got spunk, kid.

"Alright, enough of that. Shit's getting real tonight, bro. Now look, if you've survived this far, let me offer some advice: if you get trapped in the dark and some bastard is coming for you, pretend to be dead. You know, go limp. That way they'll think you're already dead, so they won't bother killing you. Although, then they'll still probably stuff an endoskeleton inside of you...I wonder how we'll get the blood off the floor...yeah, nevermind, scratch that. Just keep not dying and you'll be fine.

"Well, okay, there you go. That's my message. Catch you on the flipside."

Mark sat in the empty room pondering the message. What exactly DID it feel like having a metal skeleton shoved inside of you? Painful, yes, but would you die? Maybe.

It didn't matter. Those robots were no more harmful than they were ugly. They were cute, fuzzy, horny girls that just wanted attention. Nothing to be afraid of.

Nothing except the fox girl. Mark still wasn't exactly sure if he trusted her or not. But if he trusted the others so far, Bunnie and Chickie...he would have to make an exception.

He wiped his brow and clicked on the fan. A mechanical whir echoed in the room, filling in the otherwise eerie silence. The fan didn't seem to take up any energy from the building, but if it did, it probably wasn't any more than half of a percent.

Mark checked his monitors. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just Bunnie and Chickie off the show stage. The bear stood there, looking off into space, seemingly staring at nothing. How sad it must be to be a robot without a chosen purpose, he thought.

He flipped between cameras for a while before noticing the curtain slowly opening at the Lass Cavern. He raised an eyebrow in shock. "That thing can move around at night?" he asked himself. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary, considering there were literally two other robots roaming around. But the fox seemed a bit too...broken to walk around at night. Then again, he had literally filled both Bunnie and Chickie with cum, so...broken clearly wasn't a word familiar to these girls.

He suddenly felt a small chill. Not a large gust like the others, but just a small nip of cold that he felt brush over him.

"Hello?" he called. He swore he could feel somebody's presence. It was a really creepy feeling that made his skin crawl. What was going to happen to him?

He checked the cameras again to find the curtains opened wider. Mark gasped, as he got a glance at the fox girl. She still wore a white tank top with ripped jorts and a hook and eyepatch. She had a golden earring attached to her right ear, and a tuft of fur stuck out of the top of her tank top. Her eyes were still cloudy, probably from dust. Her legs remained skeletal, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

Mark gazed upon her for a second before he heard a voice in the hallway.

"You know she's always watching you."

He turned around quicker than he ever had, and saw nobody there.

His breathing got heavier. "I know you're there," he said, irritated, "You're that girl I saw last night."

"No," came a voice a minute later, "I haven't seen you before. My name is Isabella. I'm-"

Her voice trailed off. "You're what?" Mark asked. He looked around and saw a little white-haired girl standing in the right window. He gasped in surprise.

"It's me," she said.

A sudden clanking in the hallway diverted Mark's attention. The clanks were quick and loud, growing louder by the second. He looked at the monitors, and his eyes widened when he didn't see the fox girl in Lass Cavern anymore. He checked every camera for her, and finally found her running in the left corridor. She was heading straight for his office, hook held high and her jaw agape.

Mark panicked. What to do? Shut the door or leave it open? On the one hand, the fox girl was closing in quickly and he didn't know what her intentions were. On the other, it was a safe bet she just wanted to smash. Mark decided to be better safe than sorry, and slammed the door shut.

He heard a loud BANG! against the door. She hadn't succeeded in coming in. Mark smiled in triumph, and looked out the window. The fox girl was staring at the door, hopelessly. Her ears drooped and she lowered her head, disappointed. Mark watched as she walked away slowly back to the Lass Cavern.

Mark's heart softened. He opened the door and followed her.

She walked to the curtains of the Lass Cavern, and closed them. Mark walked up as he heard soft crying in the area. He knocked on the sign in front of the curtains and waited. He heard nothing but the soft sobbing. He knocked again, but heard nothing.

He finally decided to open the curtains and peek inside. He climbed up onto the stage, and opened the curtains a crack. "Hello?" Mark asked. He heard a sniffle. "Hi," came a timid voice. "Why are you crying?" he asked. The voice sniffed again. "Why do you keep hiding from me?" it asked, "I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean 'hiding from you'?" Mark asked. "Yesterday, I ran to your office to meet you and you weren't there. But Chickie says you were." She sniffed. "Now you're shutting doors in front of my face."

Mark blushed. "I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I was afraid of what you'd do to me." He heard metal grinding. "I don't want to hurt anyone," she said, "Why did you think I would but the others wouldn't?" Mark shrugged. "I guess...your appearance scared me. Not that I'm saying you're ugly, I'm just saying-" "My hook and eyepatch?" the voice interrupted, "Yeah, I get that a lot. People are afraid of me just because I have no legs and I look like a pirate."

"I just want people to like me," she said, her voice shaking, "I-I just want...to be like them…"

Mark felt a lump in his throat. "I'm sorry," he said softly. He opened the curtains wider to reveal the fox girl crying, curled up in a ball beside the concrete wall. Mark walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I'm sorry," he said again. The fox girl sniffed. Mark looked at his sleeve and found droplets of water on them.

The fox girl was really crying.

He felt her grab his wrists in an attempt to hug back while still curled up. The two of them sat there for a while, huddled together in a hug of sorrow. Eventually, the fox girl let go and wiped her snout with her arm. "Thank you," she said, "What's your name?"

"Mark," he said. The fox girl smiled. "That's a nice name. Short and sweet," she said, "I'm Foxica."

"Hey," Mark said, giving a weak wave. Foxica gently waved back.

"So, uh...what do you do here at night?" Mark asked.

Foxica shrugged. "Not much. I just hang out here and wait for daytime."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "That sounds pretty boring," he said.

"It is," Foxica said, "But I'm an introvert. I don't like hanging out with other people."

"So...why did you want to get to know me?"

"You're the only man who's worked here in a long time."

Mark nodded. "Well, yeah…" he admitted, "So?" "I've only known females for fifteen years," she said, "I wanna get to know someone new."

Mark looked at her. "Wow," he said, "I...feel honored."

Foxica sighed. "So...now I'm with a man. This is kind of cool!"

Mark patted his legs. "Now what?" he asked.

"Well, what do you do with the other girls?" Foxica asked.

Mark put a finger to his chin in thought. "Well, usually, they introduce themselves and then take off all their clothes. Then I take off mine, and we...uh, you know…"

Foxica's tail wagged behind her. "Oh," she said in realization, "You mean...you have sex?"

Mark rubbed his neck. "Hah, well, that's a good way of putting it…"

Foxica's ears perked up. "W-well...if that's really what you do…" She reached for the straps of her tank top and pushed them off her shoulders, revealing her bra straps. She reached for the bottom of her tank top until Mark stopped her.

"Wait!" he cried. "What's wrong?" asked Foxica, "I-is there something on me?"

"No," Mark said, "Allow me." Foxica gulped. "O-okay!" she said, "Chickie told me you were a bit shy." Mark chuckled. "She and Bunnie have taught me a thing or two. Now let me get that for you."

Mark grabbed ahold of the white fabric, and pulled it slowly over Foxica's head. Her breasts bounced in her black bra as the tank top was lifted off of her body. Mark reached behind her and grabbed ahold of her bra clasp. He unhooked it, and pushed the straps off of Foxica's shoulders. "Oh…" Foxica moaned. Mark chuckled. "A bit shy, are we?" Foxica nodded. "It's okay," Mark said, "I won't hurt you." He gave her neck a playful bite. Her breathing began to speed up.

Mark slipped off Foxica's bra. She now kneeled on the stage completely topless. Mark set her bra down next to her tank top. "Do you play with them?" he asked. Foxica held her arm underneath her breasts. "Um...with what?" "Your boobs," Mark said, "Do you play with them? You know, massage them, pinch them…" Foxica looked down. She grabbed one of her breasts and fiddled with the other with her hook. "...Sometimes…" Foxica admitted. "Do you masturbate?" Mark asked, beginning to reach for her waistline. Foxica stayed silent. "Uh...yes…" she hung her head in shame. Mark giggled and picked her head back up. "Hey," he said, "It's okay. I do it, you do it...let's face it, EVERYone here fuckin' does it!" Foxica lit up a little. "I guess…" she said shyly, "I've just never admitted to it."

"Straighten out your legs," Mark instructed. Foxica obeyed, and laid on her back with her wiry, metal legs up. Mark unzipped her jorts and slid them off her legs. She now only wore a pair of black lace panties. "I've...never done this before," Foxica said. "Neither had I a few years ago," Mark said, "But just wait. I know what to do."

Mark stripped himself of his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, all his outer clothing until he was in nothing but his briefs. He reached over to Foxica and rubbed her soft, moderate breasts. They weren't very big, but they were certainly soft to the touch. Foxica moaned. "Oh, that feels good," she moaned. Mark smiled. He stopped rubbing her tender breasts for a moment to take off his final article of clothing. He stroked his cock for a moment, letting Foxica get an eyeful of it. "Woah," Foxica gawked, "I've never seen a penis before!" Mark smiled and grabbed ahold of Foxica's panties. He slid them off, and threw them against the wall with all their other clothes. "There," he said. He looked at the now naked Foxica, and said, "Now show me how you masturbate."

Foxica got on the ground and licked the fingers on her only hand. She slowly began rubbing the sensitive folds of her pussy, rubbing up and down and eventually in circles. She repeated these motions while her breathing increased and decreased speed, her chest heaving with every movement.

"I can do that," Mark said. He got up close to Foxica and kissed her cheek. She gasped in surprise, then grabbed his face and pulled it close to hers. They locked lips, smacking and licking each other's mouths to find the best spot for arousal. Foxica's was right around the gum, and Mark's was simply on the lips. While they kissed, Mark's hands explored Foxica's nude form, feeling her erect nipples and soft breasts. Foxica sighed as his hand began lowering to her pink, sensitive lips. Her breathing picked up speed as his finger reached her folds and began stroking her clit. She sighed in pleasure, still kissing Mark. He finally began stroking her pussy, rubbing back and forth and in circles just like how she showed him.

Foxica pulled away and began breathing heavily. She moaned and cried as Mark's fingers continued to play with her pussy. "Nnh," she moaned, "Mark, I...I don't know how long I can hold it!" "Don't!" Mark said, "I want to know what you sound like."

He picked up speed, and listened to Foxica's fast breathing and loud moans. Mark heard her scream, and felt a long stream of cum drip from her lips. She laid on the ground, panting, and breathed heavily for a few moments. Her chest was heaving, and her breasts jiggled with every exhalation. She made a beckoning motion with her hook. "C-come here," she panted, "I-I-I want to masturbate you now."

Mark smiled and knelt down beside her hand. "Okay, get in whatever position feels comfortable to you." Foxica swallowed, and grabbed ahold of Mark's cock. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, and slowly began a left to right motion with her hand. With her hook, she began fondling her right breast. In response, she stuck her tongue out of her open mouth, breathing heavily. "F-feel good?" she asked. "A little faster," Mark responded. Foxica picked up her pace and the left to right motions became quicker. "Perfect," he sighed. Foxica smiled, and lowered her hook to her vagina. The two of them breathed quickly as they were gradually becoming more and more aroused. Foxica started a quicker pace, and masturbated Mark even faster than before. Her grip tightened, and Mark bit his lip. "Oh," Mark moaned, "Foxica...don't stop…" Foxica not only didn't stop, but instead sped up even more. Her hook was now rubbing her pink, sensitive folds at full speed as well. The bent metal hand was at just the right angle so the point wasn't touching her, but the back was. The metal was soaking wet with Foxica's cum, dripping down the curved bar and covering the fur around her crotch.

Finally, Mark let out a sigh as a wave of cum washed over Foxica's chest and face. She kept on shaking his penis for a few more seconds, letting him bask in the pleasure. She smiled as Mark felt all his tension melt away. Foxica wiped up some spots of cum with her fingers, and licked it off. She sighed in pleasure, still rubbing her sensitive lips.

"Now," he said, "How about I do all the work?"

Mark grabbed ahold of Foxica's knees (or what was left of them) and got down on both knees. "Spread your pussy," he said. Foxica swallowed another drop of cum, and put both hands on her lips, spreading it apart. Mark rubbed the tip of his cock on her clit, making her gasp in shock. She bit her lip as to not scream in pleasure. "Please, Mark," she sighed, "I want it so BAD, you don't even know!"

Mark grinned as he continued rubbing her clit, then slowly sticking his cock inside her wet lips. Foxica moaned loudly, feeling his thick cock penetrate her pussy. He began a forward-backward motion, putting his penis in and out of her tight cunt. Foxica moaned and bit her finger as Mark continued pounding his erection into Foxica's hot, wet folds. "O-oh!" she cried, "A-a bit s-softer, please…" Mark steadied his pace, still keeping a rhythm but making sure Foxica wasn't hurting. It hurt a little, but in the way that it hurt so good. Her ears drooped, and she stopped biting her finger. "Mark, I can't take it anymore! I can-I can't, I-I-aah!"

Mark felt Foxica spray her hot, wet cum all over his cock. He chuckled. "Enjoyed yourself, Foxy?" he asked. Foxica sighed, tongue out, and nodded. Mark crawled into her position behind her, and hugged her just under her breasts. She looked at him, and smiled. "I...that was…" "You're welcome," Mark finished, kissing her cheek. Foxica giggled. "That was incredible. I...I don't want to stop."

He gave her breasts a squeeze and playfully bit her ear. "We don't have to," he said, "My shift ends at six."

"What...time is it?"

"Oh, only...3:20, I suppose."

"Mark?"

"Huh?"

"Squeeze my breasts again."

Hot and sweaty, the two finally decided to quit their shenanigans. Mark slipped on his clothes and Foxica did the same. "That was a lot of fun," she said, "I hope we can do that again sometime." Mark straightened his tie. "I'll find time in my agenda," he said, "Thanks for that."

"No problem!" Foxica said, "I guess this means I'm like the others now? Like...you can...make love to me without getting weirded out?" "Of course!" Mark said, smiling, "Now give me a hug before I leave."

Foxica wrapped her red, fuzzy arms around his body, and he wrapped his arms around hers. Her soft breasts squished against his chest. "I love you," Foxica sighed. Mark blinked. "Uh, I'm not just ready to get into a relationship just yet. I...just broke up with someone," he said nervously.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't know," Foxica said, pulling out of the hug, "B-but we can still be...friends, right?"

Mark grinned. "Absolutely, I'll visit anytime I can!" He playfully swept his hand through her hair, and turned towards his office. "Catch you on the flipside!"

"Goodbye!" Foxica called. She turned and closed the curtains to the Lass Cavern.

Mark looked back one more time and smiled. "What a nice girl," he said to himself. He walked through the corridor to his office, where he kicked back and waited for the last ten minutes to be over. He put his feet up on the desk, and glanced at his monitors. Everything seemed to be in order, Bunnie and Chickie were heading back to the show stage, Foxica and the bear were already in their places…

Suddenly, with a loud whoosh, the power went out. Mark's eyes sprang open, and he sat up in shock. The lights were all out, including the ones in the office. He dug out his flashlight, and flipped it on. His eyes darted everywhere, looking for a potential danger. "Hello?" was his timid reply to the darkness.

A small chill blew through the room. Mark saw his breath again, knowing something was up. He looked around, but didn't see anything.

Somebody was walking down the hall. Mark began to shudder as his life flashed before his eyes. He curled into a ball in his chair and felt another lump in his throat. "Fucking hell, I'm gonna die," he whispered, quaking, "Well...at least they can't say I never fucked a girl."

As the footsteps approached, an eerie blue glow started to fill the hall. A menacing face stood in the hall, its eyes and mouth producing a blue light. A music box played a haunting version of Toreador's March, and the light upon the face flickered rapidly. A smile grew on the face in the faint glow of the light, and then everything went dark.

Mark squeaked.

And with one final goodbye, Mark accepted his fate.

Or, at least he would have, given that the lights didn't come back on.

Mark blinked. The lights were back on? How?

"Good job, rookie, ya chewed up all your power," Willow said, her shoes clopping down the hall, "What the bloody hell do you think you were doing?"

Mark looked up at Willow, leaning in the doorway. She looked like she had gotten dressed in a hurry. Her shirt wasn't tucked in and unbuttoned in several places. Her belt looked too tight for her waist and her necktie was loosely tied. Her hair was barely in pigtails anymore, just in two bunched-up balls of purple hair behind her head. She hadn't even bothered with eyeshadow or lipstick, simply leaving her face as it was. Regardless, she was still kind of attractive.

"I, uh…" Mark said, trying to find a reason to use up all his power, "I...shut the door to keep out Bun-the rabbit and the chicken."

Willow smacked her lips. "Yeah, that'll happen."

Mark patted his armrests. "So...am I in trouble, or…?"

"Not particularly," Willow said, scratching her thigh through her pants, "We just want to make sure you're not dead yet. So far, we've only had two other night guards. One was Friday, and the other was some nut named Jared. He was the only other male guard besides you."

"Interesting…" Mark said, wanting to leave before Willow tried to stop him.

"It's strange...both of you have made it through the night without even breaking a sweat, but Friday was nearly dead by the time I found her...sweaty, naked, bruised, scratched in several places, bleeding from the nose...but I never found you or Jared like that."

Mark began a nervous sweat, wondering where she was going with this.

"What happened to Jared?" he asked.

Willow slowly stared at him. Her icy red eyes pierced right through him. "He moved on," she said without even blinking.

Mark's eyes widened. "Not like that, idiot!" Willow cried, "He got a job somewhere else!"

"Oh," Mark said, sighing with relief.

Willow sighed. "It's a real shame, too," she said, "He had a nice dick."

Mark's eye twitched. "How would you know that?" he asked, not wanting to know the answer.

Willow chuckled. "He...how should I put this...made love to me? That sounds about right."

Mark waved his hands around. "Woah, woah, woah," he said, "He had SEX with you!?"

"Oh, yeah," Willow said, licking her lips, "He told me he loved me, one thing led to another, and…"

Mark watched as she slowly stuck her hand in her pants and began a motion similar to Foxica's masturbation technique.

She was masturbating in front of him.

"Um...I gotta go…" Mark said nervously, "I'm really tired. I need some rest before my shift tomorrow!"

Willow pulled her hand out of her pants. "Mark, I want you to stick your hand in there." Mark stepped back. "WHAT!?" he cried, "NO! I don't want to!"

"Come on, Mark," she said, pulling up close to him, "I know you want to." "No, I don't!" Mark protested, "Stop it!"

Willow grabbed his wrist and quickly stuffed it in her pants as not to give him a choice. Mark gasped as he realized he was touching her. "Oh, shit…" he said to himself.

He tried to escape her grip, but she clearly wasn't going to let him go until he had pleasured her. He didn't want to, though; she wasn't his type, and she was very obviously controlling and cruel.

Mark shut his eyes, and started doing what he did to Foxica. He rubbed back and forth, continuing with a circular motion before sticking his middle and ring fingers into it. He winced. It was really moist. Willow moaned loudly, and Mark felt her grip loosen. This was his chance.

He quickly pulled his fingers out, and stepped back. "Wow, what a great fingerbang tutorial!" he said, laughing nervously, "Well! Time to go home!"

Willow's expression grew angry. "This isn't over yet!" she cried, "Mark! I need you in my pussy RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

Mark felt a sudden urge to get the fuck out of there. "Nope!" he said to himself as he escaped the building, running out into the early morning. He jumped into his car, and started the motor. He sped off, disgustedly trying to wipe Willow's juices on the seat beside him.

As he drove off, he could have sworn he saw two little naked girls in the window of the bar…

Thanks for reading! Apologies for the mix-up earlier today, it should be fixed now. Once again, I am still a virgin as of now, so any details concerning sexual intercourse that may be incorrect are completely by accident and should be brought to my attention if necessary. Thanks again, and chapter four will be posted next Saturday!