As the shift of Santiago's 3rd night approached, he began to prepare himself. But not like last time. Last time, he was expecting a fight. This time, he felt he could relax. He could feel all the tension he was feeling the last few days slip away as he himself slipped into the shower. He scrubbed himself clean, getting rid of all the dirt that had collected on his body. He added shampoo that he deemed had a masculine scent, and washed it out, leaving his hair clean and fresh-scented. He got out of the shower, feeling refreshed and relaxed. He dried up using a towel from a rack hanging from the door. After he was dry, he used a hair dryer to carefully dry his hair. He combed his hair gently, giving him his usual I-just-woke-up-but-my-hair-still-looks-great appearance. He put on a bit of Old Spice deodorant, and sprinkled on some cologne, just for good measure. He brushed his teeth furiously, making sure to get rid of all the food particles in his mouth. It left his mouth feeling pleasantly cold and left a minty aftertaste in his mouth.
As he was grabbing his duffel bag to leave, his phone rang. He reached for it, but it had already stopped it's blasted ringing noise. He decided to check on it when he came back home. He felt like a little like when he used to when he was little on Christmas morning, he always couldn't wait to open his presents.
"Except, this Christmas comes more than once a year.", Santiago thinks. "And it may be even more rewarding in the end."
On that thought, he got into his truck and drove off to his night job.
He arrived early for his night job, but Al wasn't one to complain. Santiago decided to try to make a little small talk with Al to see if he could learn anything interesting.
"So, what are you going to do for Thanksgiving, Al?"
"Eat."
"How clever of you.", Santiago says, and you exchange smiles.
"How did become manager, Al?"
"Actually, this may not be the only Freddy Fazbear's Pizza soon."
"How so? Elaborate."
"Well, this restaurant here is an experiment. If they can increase profits enough, they may start opening elsewhere!", Al says excitedly.
"What about the animatronics?"
"They are one-of-kind. They can't be replicated, in any way, shape, or form. They are the flagship of this restaurant."
"Are the animatronics staying, then?", Santiago says suddenly, thinking of Foxy.
"Of course! Better for business!"
"All right, Al. I'm ready to start my shift."
"And I'm ready to leave.", Al said amusedly.
"Night, Al."
"Same to yourself." Al pulled out of the parking lot, and he drove away into the darkness.
Santiago walked through the entrance of the store and began his shift.
As he walked into the office, Foxy ambushed him from a dark corner of his office. She leaped at him with enough force to push him over. She was decked out in full pirate regalia, so it seemed she had gone backstage and found extra pirate costumes.
The force of the tackle sent him sprawling. As he fell, his head hit the desk, and the world around him faded for an instant.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to! ", Foxy apologized.
"It's fine. ", he said, a little dazed. He stood back up a more shakily than before.
"Soo... how ye be doing? ", Foxy said, looking awkward.
"Fine, but I think I haven't formally introduced myself. My name is Santiago.", he says, taking Foxy's mechanical paw in his hand and kissing it like a gentleman.
Foxy seemed to blushing. No, animatronics can't blush. Must've been a trick of the light.
"I be Foxy, the Pirate Fox! Ye cross me, and ye be finding yeself walking the plank!", Foxy introduced, holding her hand and hook out to the sides.
"Now that we finished that, I would like to apologize for tying you to the floor. And for...", he blushed, and was unable to finish his sentence. He looked down at the floor in shame.
Foxy stroked his cheek with her hook, and gently but firmly forced him to look at her lampshade yellow eyes. "I apologize meself. Me impulses got the better of me on that first night." Her hook suddenly moved to the back of his head. Without warning, she thrusted her face forward and broke into a kiss. He resisted at first, but kissed back after a few moments. Their tongues were like serpents, coiling and uncoiling and twisting around in some kind of slithery dance. The moment was perfect... or so he thought. As usual, something had to go wrong. He heard a voice come from the hallway, "Ahhh, young love!"
Foxy got up quickly, and she raised her hook in a defensive way. "Who be there?", she said, mechanical hand clenched in a tight fist.
"Relax and listen. I cannot stay for long.", it said, and the purple animatronic, Bonnie, emerged from the shadows of the left hallway. It was like it wasn't there before, then just appeared. Very creepy.
"What business have ye here? Did Freddy send ye?", Foxy asked, still with hook raised.
"No. I came on my own free will. If Freddy knew, I would've already ceased to exist. I'm not here to kill you.", Bonnie said.
"Ye couldn't kill me if ye tried.", Foxy said.
"I'm quite aware of that. I may not be completely human, but I am not suicidal.", Bonnie said nervously, shifting his weight. "But I am not here to dicuss this. What I would like to know is why you haven't killed that yet, but preliminary behavior suggests you have developed an atrraction between yourself and him." Bonnie chuckled.
"Who are you to judge?", Santiago said.
"I'll give you that. My outward appearance may not suggest that I know much about anything, but that is false. Why do you think we didn't attempt to attack you while Foxy was in the room with you? They simply left, but I stayed back and watched. You two seem to have acquired a mutual bond that seems to help you protect and pleasure each other.", Bonnie said.
"You mean you watched everything that had gone on in this room?", Santiago said, horrified.
"Yes. It may seem perverted from your point of view, but it gave me a vital piece of information: Foxy wouldn't leave your side, and you hers. Thing is...", Bonnie said, scratching his mechanical head. "Foxy isn't part of the Fazbear group. We have no information on her, nor know much about her design. We don't want to end up as piles of scrap because of a mistake as simple as that. So, Freddy came up with the only solution : Avoid Foxy. Stay as far away as possible."
"Isn't Freddy the leader?", Santiago said.
"Yes. He can't bend the rules, being the leader, but I can. I can't openly object to his rules, but I can have a few moments every once a while. But Foxy can listen to herself, but never seems to have the will to do anything anyway."
"But Foxy, one thing to remember.", Bonnie said, staring intensly into her eyes. "Freddy may have to break the rules this time. He may be afraid of you, but he is getting impatient. He thinks that it may be time to see what exactly you are. Be ready. I cannot stop him, and I must help him."
"Why?", Santiago says.
"Because if I don't help him, he'll destroy me anyway. Between you and me, I believe this is all morally wrong. I seem to be the only one in the group that still has morals of some sort. Chica, she is too naive to know that killing is bad. Freddy seems to have a thirst for revenge, but he is still a good leader.", Bonnie says.
"Why don't you join us? With you helping, we just may be able to end this nightmare!", Santiago says desperately.
Bonnie begins to speak, but is interupted by a low laugh that seems to echo throughout the entire store. Bonnie grimaces. "That would be my cue to leave. Have fun", he says. He backs into the shadows, and disappears into the darkness.
Foxy and Santiago sit there for a moment, taking in all of the information presented before them. Santiago wanted to leave, to be as far away as possible, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't leave Foxy. Foxy exclaimed, "Why those cocky bastards! They be walkin' the plank if they be thinkin' they can swagger in here and challenge me!", she fumed, shaking her hook in fury. Her eyes had switched from their normal yellow to a violent red color.
"Whoa calm down, Captain. Don't be hatin' just yet. We got to think of a plan!", Santiago says.
Foxy seems to have gotten herself under control a bit. She sighed, and hung her head dejectedly. "Whats the use? I be just a stupid pirate, with no crew. I...", Foxy bursts into tears, and buries her head into his shoulder. He is a little surprised at the sudden outburst of raw emotion. He puts his arms around her and holds her, rocking her back and forth. "It's okay, let it all out, it's okay, don't worry." The shoulder of his hoodie was wet with her tears, but he didn't even bat an eye. He held her in his arms for a long time. It was 4 A.M. by the time she had stopped crying.
"Don't worry, Foxy. We'll think of something." Even as he said that, an idea had popped into his head.
"What is it?", she says, seeing the gleam in his eyes.
"You can run fast, can't you?", he asked.
"Fastest in the Seven Seas.", she says, giving him a half smile. " Ye should know that from experience, shouldn't ye, matey?"
" I do.", he said, feeling his heartbeat rise. It was quite annoying when it did that. He felt himself subconciously imagining Foxy in ways he shouldn't be. "This isn't the time!", he thought to himself, but there was nothing he could do. He tried to focus on the task at hand.
"Alright, so how can we use that?", he thinks aloud, striking a thinking pose. He thinks for a while, and eventually, it comes to him. "I've got it!", he says triumphantly, pumping his fist into the air.
"Really?", Foxy says, her ears perking up. "I ain't be the best at this "planning" or whatever ye call it, truth be told."
"Basically, we have a few options. The best wouldn't be easy, though."
"Best sounds good. Lets hear it, matey!"
"Well...", he said slowly. " We could...try to...y'know..."
"Spit it out already, matey!", Foxy said impatiently.
"We could try to befriend them?", he said hopefully.
"And how in the name all that is holy could we hope to do that? Give them pizza? ", Foxy said sarcastically.
"What other choices do we have?"
"We could destroy them."
"And then you get scrapped and I lose my job! THINK a little more, please?", he says.
She huffed in defeat. "Fine. Befriending them it will be. But now...", she says playfully, snuggling up closer to his side. "Why don't we enjoy ourselves a little? After all, all work and no play make to be for a dull life."
"Tempting.", he said. "But I don't know. Maybe we should rest. We have a big day ahead of us."
"Screw rest!", she said, leaning even closer to him. "Live in the moment, as they be saying these days!"
"All right.", he said. "Just don't get your panties in a twist, alright?"
"Who said I'm wearing any?", she says mischieviously, laughing at the stunned expression on his face. The fox is very foxy.
"I guess there is only way to find out, isn't there?", he asks. The room suddenly becomes charged with tension, like a rubber band just waiting to snap.
"That be a treasure map in yer pocket, or ye just be happy to see me?", she said, and he yelped. He hadn't noticed before, but he had been so focused on Foxy that he didn't see that a large tent had erected itself in the fabric of his jeans.
"Don't worry, I be knowing how to handle this.", she said calmly, as if he had fallen down and scraped his knee or something. She unbuttoned his pants without a hitch, and slid them down to his ankles. " This is just me little way of saying thank ye." She removed his underwear, then his shirt, leaving him as naked as the day he was born.
"Hey, you gotta undress, too!", he said, but she grabbed his length, shutting him up.
"I be the captain here, matey. Ye do what I say, got it?", she said, stroking him gently. It took all his willpower, but he managed to reply, "Yes, Cap'n Foxy!".
"Good, then. Undress me, then, matey!", she demanded, to which he happily complied. They were now both completely naked, and they were already breathing hard in anticipation. He wondered, for the first time ever, how an animatronic even HAD genitals, but that wasn't relevant. She was his, and that was all that mattered.
She was on top of him, grinding herself on him, and he loved it. He was openly showing it with loud moans. "Ohhhhh, FUCK!", he said, getting ready to unleash his load. Foxy then quickly stopped herself and grabbed his dick, tightening her grip. This made it impossible for him to cum, and it prolonged his already powerful orgasm. He felt like screaming until his throat died on him.
She tutted. " Ye has to last longer than that! Now get ready for the real adventure...". She lowered herself onto him slowly, so as to tease him. As she increased her speed, so did both of the frequency of their moans.
"Oh, FUCK! I love you, Foxy! Don't stop!"
"I love ye, too! I think I'm about to...", she said as she came with explosive force. The force of her sent him in sensual ecstasy, causing him to lose control and spill all the semen in his body. He panted heavily, as he was exhausted.
He looked around at all the mess they had caused. He asked, "Do you happen to have a mop?"