Sitting in the middle of the dinning table was Mario with one of the most annoyed, unamused face he ever made. Almost as worst as whenever he used to help save Princess Peach from being captured over and over again only to be disappointed by having her bake a god awful cake. Between this pissed off Mario was Bonnie and Foxy. Both their breasts concealed in rather tight, if not new, shirts were rubbing against Mario's shoulders. The worst part; They kept nabbing his lips with a spoonful of different Olive Garden soups that they cooked not too long ago. It smelled fine, but with this current situation Mario was in no mood to eat at all.

"Come on, grumpy pants! Open that mouth up and take in some soup!"

Bonnie playfully said as she did most of the jabbing. Due to the jabbing, some of the soup splashed onto Mario's glorious mustache. Foxy wagged her tail around, enjoying this somewhat torturous event that Mario is experiencing.

"Arr, listen to ye captain and open up. The captain can't have no sick crew in me ship!"

Foxy followed up with Bonnie's words. Mario continued to glare to the wall on the other side of the dinning table.

"You do-a know that I'm only getting sick because, oh I don't-a know, I BANGED you-a mama fuckers!?"

Mario exclaimed while pushing both the spoons of toscana soup away from him.

"At least you enjoyed it, eh?"

"ENJOYED IT?!"

Mario exploded towards Bonnie.

"You basically raped-a me until I passed out from you choking me! As for-a you!"

Mario quickly turned towards Foxy, making her bounce from the sudden pointing he did in front of her face.

"You got me drunk as-a hell! I did needed a good drink.. but that isn't the god damn-a point!"

Mario went back into glaring to the wall, folding his arms with a noticeable 'hmph' noise. The three sat there silently, knowing that each of them were guilty of doing those sort of sexual acts. The only question was why? Mario cleared his throat to break the somewhat awkward silence and looked around the kitchen.

"Say.. where did-a Luigi and Toriel went?"

Mario asked. He knew that Luigi went to get some ingredients for the soup, but didn't hear him at all.

"Oh, those two? They went back to the restaurant and taking ya shift."

Alone with these animatronics again? Mario closed his eyes and proceeded to get up from the chair and exiting the kitchen. Foxy was saying something, but Mario had other plans in his rude mind.

"This is-a bad.. but I need some-a answers.."

Mario said mentally to himself. Despite that, yes, having sex with the animatronics were incredibly odd of him to do so, he questioned why the hell were they into him and specifically him? Sure, they could go after Luigi and Mario would have a big laugh from it, but it just seemed out of place. Almost as if they were programmed for just Mario? No, that wouldn't make sense at all. Another question bugging him was that random experience with being in the darkness with 'Peach'. Again, this was something unexplained and towards specifically him.

Walking to the little dinning room he heard fire crackling within the fire place. It wasn't too big of a fire, but just enough to keep someone nice and toasty. Inside the room was Freddy; The large bear animatronic with the top hat and bow tie. The bear was examining some books on the shelf, occasionally opening the books up to flip some pages.

"Are you like-a them?"

Mario bluntly asked behind Freddy. The large bear turned around with a puzzled look.

"Excuse me?"

Freddy responded in a husky but smooth voice. Clearly he was male.

"You-a know.. sexual and such. Are you going to-a plan something with me this-a time?"

Mario, again, bluntly said with an eye brow raised. Freddy quickly shook his head in disagreement, if not in disgust.

"I'm not interested in that kind of naughty stuff at all.. I prefer helping customers and other people that needs help."

Mario continued having his eye brow raised, staring at the animatronics bright eyes.

"Goody two shoes right-a here.."

Mario said to himself mentally again before proceeding in asking Freddy for any sort of information.

"Well ignoring my-a first question, let me ask you-a this. Why are the- well, Bonnie and-a Foxy to be specific like that to-a me?"

Mario asked. Freddy placed the books he had in his hands and placed them neatly back into the book shelf before turning back to Mario.

"You are a really famous hero. Isn't that normal for you folks?"

Freddy replied. Mario raised his hand to protest, but something instantly jolted his mind. How did he even know he was a hero?

"How did you-a know my status of a hero?"

Mario quickly asked as Freddy, almost identical of what he did, had to think on it.

"I remember once I was a child before my incident happened to be trapped here, yet, I honestly cannot explain how I know you. Back at the place they mentioned you as a hero, but that was before your.. naughty events took placed."

"Just say that I got-a fucked."

".. No, that's a bad word."

Mario shook his head. This being, whatever the hell he is, was too pure for Mario's taste at all. Alas, he had to think on something as Freddy did seem to be the most 'sane' out of the others. Chica is questionable at best, but he prefer not to see if Chica wanted to have sex with him out of nowhere.

"Anyways.. you think someone modified you all to-a know me or something?"

Mario asked, trying to think preemptively to get some sort of ideas. Freddy took his top hat off and looked down on the floor.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, Mario. All I can say is that I remember we used to be somewhere else.. doing other things at a bright place. Darkness came forth, and now we are here with a new purpose."

It wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was something to fill some blanks in. Mario nodded his head and started to walk out the living room. He opened the front door and walked outside to get some fresh, cold air. Mario stood there, looking at some flower patches while trying to piece an impossible puzzle together.

"I don't have enough-a information at all.."

Mario muttered to himself out loud. He only had a few information that he could grasp on. For starters, these animatronics were programmed to specifically know Mario. Another bit of information was that there's someone that's 'tall and purple' partnered with a 'small fry that's yellow'. The color scheme matched two perfect culprits, yet, is almost instantly denied by two reasons; They don't know where they would even be at currently and before and they are not smart enough to do something so.. stupid? Genius? Something of the sorts.

Mario was lost in thought, ignoring the coldness and his surroundings as his eyes darted left and right in a rhythm..

A metallic feeling pressed on Mario's left shoulder, emitting some sort of warmth that got him out of his thoughts.

"Mario? Are you okay?"

A light voice asked behind him. Turning around was Chica. Mario rubbed his nose and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm-a fine. I'm just out here thinking on multiple things."

"Things? Like what?"

Chica asked. Mario groaned, but decided to explain everything to her. It would do little help if he kept all his thoughts to himself when the possible answers could be right in front of him. Chica stood there listening to Mario's explaination, despite in mostly cursing after every few sentences.

"I.. I think I can help, but I prefer to be inside than out here. Can you follow me?"

Chica kindly asked as Mario somewhat glared at her. Round 3 of some sort of sex? If it was something he had to do for some answers, he was willing to do it at this point. He nodded and began to follow Chica back inside Toriel's house. She lead him to his room, the others most likely either in the kitchen still or in some other rooms. Mario went sit on his bed as Chica closed the door. The situation almost felt futile at this point.

"Alright, so what do you got to-a say to me?"

Mario asked in a tired, non-caring tone of voice. He wasn't up for whatever she may do afterwards, but he needed information.

"Well, for starters I can explain a bit more of the people that you mentioned. The purple and yellow person."

Chica started as she went sit beside Mario on the bed. She had more bust, if not thickness as well, than the other animatronics.

"The tall purple man is a evil person.. they got us in this situation before we moved down here. The short yellow person is the one that made modifications on us and kept watching us."

Chica explained. This, once again, fits perfect details of the culprits of what Mario was thinking of.

"By any means, is the 'Purple Man' name goes by-a Waluigi? The short yellow person also being named-a Wario?"

Mario asked, needing to to get some sort of clarification for this. If it was those two, Mario would arrange some graves quickly.

"Waluigi and Wario? No.. I'm sorry but they don't sound familiar at all."

"What about-a appearances? Attires they were-a wearing? Anything that they tells me how they-a look like?"

Mario bombarded Chica with quick questions. Chica, alas, only shook her head. She didn't know any sort of answers for them except for the colors. This brought Mario back into square one, needing to think in what to do once again.

"May I ask a request Mario?"

Chica asked in a low tone that was enough to hear it. Mario turned to her, raising an eye brow as he watched Chica poking her own fingers together to make a small 'clank' noise.

"Can you sleep with me?"

Mario gritted his teeth, knowing this would come. Mario sighed and hopped off the bed, quickly stripping his clothing off.

"W-What are you..?"

Chica began to question as Mario gave an expression of 'Who cares anymore'.

"I'm-a preparing myself for the worst. I rather be-a preemptively ready and not have my-a clothes destroyed or-a lost."

Mario stood there now naked. Chica had lights glowing on her cheeks brightly pinkish-red, indicating that she was blushing.

"I-I was thinking o-on just.. cuddling wise…"

Chica's voice dropped in embarrassment. Mario, knowing that this time he was the one causing the mistake, stood there frozen in rather embarrassment as well. He was speechless, but broke free from the stillness to hop back onto the bed and slide under the thick blankets to at least cover himself.

"Mama mia, I'm-a sorry. I just suspected that you-a wanted to do what the other two did to-a me."

Mario was now apologizing to an animatronic. This was something to write down on a sticky note or journal. Chica let out a nervous, but cheerful giggle.

"No no, I understand. To be honest, I would most likely do the same thing to get it out of the way.."

Chica responded. It was enough to make Mario let out a chuckle. Chica got up and decided to turn off the lights. The only light available now was under the door from the hallway lights and Chica's lit cheeks that gradually faded and changing to a red color now. She felt like joining Mario in the same situation to attempt in making him feel better, so she began to take off the apron and shit she wore, being also naked. Mario glimpse at this through the little light that was offered, but again, wasn't effected too badly on this due to being prepared this time.

Chica went on the bed with Mario, their bare bodies touching each others. Her body felt moderately warm compared to the other two, yet, didn't have much fur as them. The metal body was smooth and slick, some sort of material to make it soft. Chica reached over and wrapped her arms around Mario, pulling him much closer to her. Mario felt awkward in this situation as she took command in cuddling with him.

"This is.. tolerable at-a best."

Mario said to himself mentally as he embraced the chubby chicken's body and warmth. He closed his eyes and decided to think on more things before he drifted to sleep. If Waluigi and Wario wasn't the culprits, then who were they? What was their goals in making these furry, animatronic females wanting to be so close to him to the point of having sex with them? Some sort of black mailing attempt, or even trying to make Mario be frown upon by everyone? It just didn't make sense at all for him at the time. The only best option now was to drift into slumber and attempt to get more answers tomorrow.

(A/N; You'd expect that spiking your alcoholic beverage with bleach would just end up killing you, but all it did was bringing me into a coma and realizing that this story must end. I have no clue in how much more I can take, but let's see what I can do. Perhaps revving up the chainsaw would provide a more effective death..)