Mark walked casually into the bar. It was nice and dry tonight, so no problems getting in or keeping his clothes on.

He walked to the office, goal clear in mind: to get the evidence he had sex with the robots.

He wondered how he was gonna do that. Maybe there was a manual he could read? An instruction booklet of some kind? Maybe the footage was downloaded onto the monitors or something…

Mark snapped his fingers. He knew how to find out. He would ask the robots. Surely they would know something about how Willow checked the footage.

He started to walk towards the stage, when he realized they were still sleeping. He stood there for a moment, waiting for them to come to life. Around eight minutes later, he was still waiting. What was going on here?

Mark got up and grabbed ahold of Freddie's shoulders. He shook her back and forth, but didn't get anything out of her.

He was worried now. What was wrong with her? Was she broken? Was she okay?

He tried the other girls. Same result.

Foxica? No, she was unresponsive, too.

Mark felt tears in his eyes. They were broken. The girls who had kept him company for five long nights had just died in front of him.

He was out of options. He had no idea how to get rid of security footage, and the girls were all lifeless. Even if they were alive, they still probably didn't know how Willow watched the footage.

"I'm fucked," Mark said, getting on his knees, "Goodbye, girls."

It was an odd feeling for Mark. He had just met them not a week ago, and yet he was already remorsing over their untimely deaths.

He let a tear roll down his cheek as he realized his situation was dire. He needed help, and fast.

He decided to try and look for something in the office. He got up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, and ran to the office. He only had six short hours to find an answer to his problem, and so far he was straight out of luck.

Mark burst into the office and began sorting through the things on the desk, frantically looking for a manual or something that told him how to retrieve security footage. He flung papers and speakers off the table, looking for something that remotely looked like an instruction booklet. He grabbed the monitor, preparing to throw it away, but catching a glimpse of something that caught his eye.

The normally black screen was glowing yellow. Mark gulped, and turned the monitor on. The picture snapped to an image of the close-up of Yellow Freddie's face on the poster in the hall. He heard a little girl laughing, and he panicked and turned off the monitor.

He turned around to see a yellow Freddie in nothing more than a tank-top and ripped jorts sitting on the floor, legs spread. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. Her yellow fur was gritty and filthy in a lot of places. Her hat and bow tie weren't black like Freddie's, but rather, they were purple. Her teeth were rotting away, probably from some sort of decay.

Mark tried to walk away, but there was nowhere to go. Yellow Freddie would have caught him either way.

Yellow Freddie's eyes sprang open, revealing empty sockets. She got up, wobbling, as if she hadn't stood up for three weeks. She blinked her empty eyes, and looked around. Her ears swiveled, trying to pick up sounds.

"Hello?" Mark asked. Yellow Freddie's head turned towards him. She blinked. He cleared his throat. "I, uh, I'm Mark!" he greeted, "Nice to meet you!"

Yellow Freddie stared blankly at him. She sniffed.

"Do, you, uh…" Mark tried to find the right words. "...Can you talk?"

Yellow Freddie said nothing. "I guess not," Mark whispered. "Do you know anything about retrieving video footage?"

Yellow Freddie nodded. Mark's face lit up. "Great!" he said, clapping, "How do you get it out of a camera system?"

Yellow Freddie stood there for a few seconds, then slowly disappeared. Mark's face of joy slowly turned to a look of horror when he realized she wasn't helping him. She was gone, too.

"I-I'm alone," Mark said to himself, "I'm alone…"

He felt his heart break, realizing he would die without friends. Everyone he loved dearly was dead, as far as he knew, and there was no way to get them back. At least, not that he was aware of…

Suddenly, Yellow Freddie reappeared with a bunch of video tapes in her hands. Mark rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

He wasn't! He was saved!

"Oh, my GOD!" he screamed, "You did it! My life is saved!" He sprang forward and hugged Yellow Freddie tightly. "Oh, man!" he sighed, his face pressed against her head, "How can I ever repay you?"

Yellow Freddie pushed him off for a second. She dumped the tapes on the floor, and backed against the wall. He watched as she tugged at her tank top, probably motioning for him to take it off.

"You want me to undress you?" he asked. Yellow Freddie nodded, keeping her monotone expression. Mark smiled, and put his hands underneath the hem of her tank top. She nodded, and Mark pulled the clothing slowly off of her body. Her chest was abnormally small compared to the other girls, but it was a fine shape nonetheless. Her nipples were a deep shade of yellow to the point where it could be considered green. He grinned as he slipped the tank top off of her shoulders and moved it to the floor opposite of the tapes.

Next, her jorts. Mark got down on one knee, and unzipped her pants. He got a glimpse of her cute little pussy as he looked through the unzipped fly. He reached around her hips, and tugged at the sides of her pants. He licked his lips, and pulled the jorts all the way down. Yellow Freddie picked up her feet one at a time, helping Mark undress her.

Yellow Freddie now stood fully naked against the wall. Mark grinned and rubbed her clit with his thumb. "That's a mighty fine pussy you have there," he commented. Yellow Freddie blushed. "It's okay," Mark said, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna…"

He stuck his mouth right on her crotch. He felt her hips twitch as he did, sending jolts of pleasure through her veins. He looked up to see her eyes half-closed, her upper jaw biting her lip. Mark stuck out his tongue, getting a good taste of Yellow Freddie's cunt. He explored a majority of it, trying to find a spot that excited her the most, and found one right by her clit. Her legs buckled, and she put her hands on top of Mark's head. He removed his cap, and continued letting her grab his hair. Her grip wasn't too tight, letting Mark know she was sensitive about the well-being of others. Mark closed his eyes, and kept licking at Yellow Freddie's insides. Finally, she shut her eyes and bucked her hips lewdly. Her knees wobbled, and a thick stream of juices ran out of her vagina. She breathed heavily but quietly for a bit before rubbing her hand through Mark's straight, brown hair. He pulled his face away and chuckled. A thin string of saliva and cum dripped from his chin. "Well, that was satisfying," he said triumphantly. Yellow Freddie looked away.

"Come on, girl," he said, getting up, "How would you like to...escalate this?" He removed his shirt, button by button, slowly revealing his chest to her. Yellow Freddie watched intensely as he took off his shirt, then when he threw it off to the side, she stuck her paws out and pinched his nipples. "Ow!" he cried, causing Yellow Freddie to pull back. Mark smiled. "No girl's ever done that to ME before," he sighed, "Do it again."

Yellow Freddie's eyes opened wider, and her blush became more vibrant. She reached out and held his nipples firmly in between her fingers, and gently toyed with them while Mark moaned in satisfaction. "You're not half bad," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek, "But how good are you at having sex?"

Mark took off his shoes and socks, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants and underwear, springing his cock out of his pants. Yellow Freddie's eyes blinked, and she excitedly got on the floor, legs spread. She stretched her arm between her legs, and spread her pussy wide open for Mark to penetrate.

"That's what I thought," he said. He kneeled down, and stroked her pussy for a mere second just to watch her squirm. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth, and she desperately rubbed her clit, motioning for him to get inside. Mark rubbed the tip against her cunt right before he gently pushed it inside. Yellow Freddie jolted her head back, and brought her big, furry paws to her breasts. She rubbed her nipples, squeezing her chest tight while Mark pushed his thick meat inside of her. He kept a rhythmic pumping motion, keeping a fluid force. He watched as she clawed at the floor, hoping to have something to cling onto, but instead came up with nothing and just hugged her own chest while biting her finger. Mark put his hands on her small breasts, squishing them. She responded to the sensation with her eyes closing and her teeth biting down harder on her finger. Mark noticed, and began rubbing her small but soft tits while he put his cock in and out of her pussy. Eventually, this was enough for Mark, and he came inside of the big, yellow bear. Yellow Freddie bucked her hips again, this time spilling less cum over his crotch. Out of breath and sweaty, the two decided to just lay on the ground for a while to rest.

Mark smiled. "You're amazing," he said, "So slick, I swear I was going right through you!" Yellow Freddie nodded assent. Mark sighed. "You know, usually I would have a conversation with a girl right after sex," he said, "Ya know, get to know them a bit better? That sorta thing." He patted his chest. "I don't think you're that kind of girl, though."

Yellow Freddie turned her head. "I used to be a boy."

Mark's eyes widened. "You can talk!" he cried.

"I used to have a penis," Yellow Freddie said, ignoring him, "Until I was killed."

"Who killed you?" Mark asked, "How?"

"I was taken away by my sister," she said, "She didn't like how I was dating other boys."

"You were gay?" Mark asked.

"Bisexual, actually," she responded.

"But now I'm finally what I wanted to be: trans. I'm a girl now. I can live how I want to."

She blew out a long breath. "Now that I think about it, my mom didn't like how my sister treated me."

Mark propped himself up with his elbows. "But what was your mom's name?"

Yellow Freddie thought hard. "Willow, I think?"

Mark's face grew pale. "I know who you're talking about."

Yellow Freddie's dark eye sockets opened wider. "Really!?"

"Yes!" Mark said, "Yes, she's my boss!"

Yellow Freddie's face scrunched up. "I don't think we're thinking of the same woman here...but you need to get out of here, Mark! You need to get out, NOW!"

"B-but, I need to save you-"

"There's no saving us now. All you can do is free us!"

"How do I-"

"Come here tomorrow and kill Willow. Only then will we be freed."

Mark froze. "But, I can't kill a person!"

"You want to free us, don't you?" Yellow Freddie asked, "She's destroying us on Monday! Do you want us to die again?"

Mark felt his heartbeat accelerate. "How am I gonna kill her!?"

"You need to get into the Safe Room and obey her wishes. We'll do the rest."

"Obey her-"

"GO! GO HOME!"

Mark quickly got dressed and sped out of the building. He recited the plan in his head, repeating what Yellow Freddie told him. Get into the Safe Room, obey Willow. Sounded simple enough.

What didn't sound simple was actually doing it. How was Willow going to follow him into the Safe Room? What purpose could Willow POSSIBLY have to stay after ten when the bar shut down?

Willow walked into the empty bar. She whistled a merry tune on her way to the cameras, ready to check the security footage.

She popped open one of the cameras. The tape wasn't there.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?" she exclaimed. She checked the Lass Cavern one. No tape.

The left corridor: no tape.

The right corner: no tape.

The fucking supply closet: tape!

Just kidding, there was no tape.

Willow gave an infuriated cry, and stomped back into the office. There, all the tapes were strangely in a pile on the floor. She stopped, and picked one up, knowing how it got there.

"Let's just see what Ned didn't want me to," Willow said, shoving a tape into a monitor.

Suddenly, there was Mark, sitting at his desk. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

Then, he walked outside. Then he came back. Then, Bunnie walked in and...kissed him?

Then she began taking off her clothes and…

"Oh, he is fucking DEAD."

Thanks for reading! Since I've been writing Extra Sexurity 4, I've made a tiny change in this chapter that makes a HUGE difference in the lore! Can you find it? Anyway, catch you guys later! And as always, if you find any details about sexual intercourse that may be incorrect, let me know! Thanks! :)