Chapter 7 – An old friend and a night to remember

I opened my eyes normally for the first time in a long while, yesterday I had regained consciousness after being in a coma for almost a month. I had agreed to let the girls stay with me for a while, they were becoming too much to handle for my poor boss. I didn't blame them as they definitely missed me a tonne, I found out just how much last night. Foxy and Chica were cuddling me, I scooted myself out from their grasp, my bed creaking slightly as I stood up. Then I wondered if the animatronics could sleep at all, after all they never slept when I worked the night shift. I looked over to my night stand, the clock read "3:19am." These thoughts left my mind as I felt my bladder about to burst, I rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. After washing my hands I opened the bathroom door, It was quiet... A little too quiet for my liking. After shutting the dining room light off, I walked towards the corridor when a figure leapt out of the darkness.

"Boo!" Bonnie shouted.

"Jesus fucking Christ Bonnie" I whimpered, tripping back. "Don't do that, you scared the shit out of me!" I breathed, getting to my feet. After standing up, I realised Bonnie wasn't answering, she was just standing there, staring at me. "Uh... Bonnie? Hello?" I asked, waving my hand in front of her face.

I jumped back, as her eyes turned the familiar dark tint, the white dots peering back at me. It was evident that Bonnie was dissatisfied with last night, she still wants me. "Hey there Mikey, wanna play?" She asked, licking her lips. I began to slowly back away, as she fell to the floor crawling towards me, almost cat-like. I stopped, my back levelling against the wall, as Bonnie edged closer and closer, the lust increasing in her eyes. "Playing hard to get only makes me want you more!" She moaned seductively, reaching for the belt that kept my trouser snake safe. I dove out of the way, sprawled across the floor, almost making it to the hallway when I felt a hand grip my foot. I kicked furiously, as she pulled me back towards her. She lost grip and I shot up, running through the hallway, slamming the door in her face. "You can run all you want Mikey!" She called lustfully. I panicked, darting my eyes around until I saw the cupboard under the stairs. Quickly I opened the door, closing it quietly as I calmed my heavy breathing, so not to reveal my hiding place. I winced as I heard the dining room door open, and footsteps along the hallway, as I held my breath. I heard them walk right past the cupboard, before walking back again, stopping somewhere along the far end. I let out my held breath, gasping for air again.

Suddenly the cupboard door opened, revealing Bonnie with a hand on her hip. "But you can't hide." She whispered, walking inside, closing the door behind her. It was pitch black in here now, I couldn't see anything. All I knew is that I was backed up against the wall, by an extremely horny purple bunny. I heard ripping as my shirt left my skin, torn up somewhere, leaving me cold. In one fell swoop my trousers and boxers fell to the floor, as I began to shiver, it was freezing in here. "What's the matter Mikey? Little cold?" She asked, gripping my now erect penis in her hands.

"Mhmm." I moaned, feeling my rod tense as she gently squeezed it.

"Let's fix that." She cooed. I felt my cock pierce her entrance, I moaned as it slid inside warm walls, enveloping my entire length. I then felt soft fur radiate over my chest and legs, Bonnie was leaning back against me, my dick deep inside her pussy. She began lifting herself up and down, her fur brushing against me, keeping me warm. While my cock split her pussy wide, her clenching walls massaging my member as it slithered in and out, a moan escaping her as the friction began to build. She hopped up and down, engulfing my dick repeatedly as her fur vibrated against my body, giving me warmth. I grabbed onto her hips and quickened her, my cock sinking deeper and deeper, spreading her wider and wider. Bonnie whimpered as I began to rub her clitoris with my finger, she slowed right down as my rod began to throb inside her, releasing moans as I circled her clit with my fingertip. This sent her over the edge, as I felt her cum against my dick. She slowly pulled herself away, my still throbbing cock covered in her chocolaty cum. I stood there in silence, watching it droop onto the floor, Bonnie turned around to look at me strangely.

Bonnie then spread her arse wide, forcing my wet rod inside her. I felt her clench as I pierced her walls, a muffled scream escaped her as I felt my cock ease inside, spreading her wide. Bonnie took me all the way, placing her hands against the wall, she began to push herself forwards and backwards, slamming into me over and over again. I felt my throbbing rod press deep inside her, she yelped each time her arse engulfed me fully, as it slapped against my leg. I gritted my teeth exploding inside her, unleashing a large load deep within. I grabbed hold of her cheeks, jamming my throbbing cock far up her arse, she screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure, as my leg began to spasm again. I squeezed her cheeks tightly as my head hit the back of the wall, sending three final, colossal jets of cum, filling her right up. Bonnie slowly pulled herself forwards, clenching her arse-hole as she did so, keeping my cum trapped inside. She raised herself slightly, before squirting the mixture of cum onto my cock. Turning around, she sucked my softening penis clean, before diving down to lick the spillage on the floor. Bonnie picked me up, leaving the cupboard with me in her arms, as she headed for my bedroom. Tucking us in, we all cuddled together, before falling back to sleep.

I awoke again, surrounded my three favourite girls, one of which was directly on top of me. I had my hands on her breasts, it was Bonnie, she must have done this after I fell asleep. I removed my hands from her, stretching. "Hey I was enjoying that!" Bonnie whined, placing my hands back on her boobs, I gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Morning girls." I yawned, as Foxy and Chica got out of the bed.

"Morning Mikey." They both called.

"Come on Bonnie, it's time to get off now, my parents have made lunch." I sighed, giving her a slight push as I smelt the food. Bonnie hopped off of the bed, joining the girls as they walked out into the dining room. I removed the cover and was shocked to find myself completely naked. "Oh yeah, the cupboard." I thought to myself, putting on some clean clothes.

I joined the girls and my parents, who were sat at the dining table, on which was a gorgeous roast. My dad gestured me to sit down next to him, where a big meal awaited me. "Hey dad that's a bit much don't you think?" I asked, pointing to the sheer amount of Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, stuffing and pork that was on the plate.

"You're a man now Mike!" Dad cheered, giving the girls a wink. "Time you ate like a man. After all, I bet the girls tired you out last night!" He chuckled, pouring more gravy onto my plate. They all giggled in response, Bonnie was the loudest, probably because of the time she spent with me in the cupboard. It was true, I was starving, the girls kept me active at night. We all started eating, I was scoffing my food down as I was so hungry. Aside from the sound of scraping knives and forks, the occasional loud scoff from me, the dinner table was quiet. "I'll put the news on." Dad said, switching on the small television that sat nearby.

"Breaking news, there's been an outbreak at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. About a dozen animatronics left the doors of the pizzeria, killing everyone in sight, 28 people were injured and a further 6 are confirmed dead. They are becoming more and more difficult to contain, special armed forces are doing their best to contain the outbreak. Nearby residents are urged not to leave their homes during the day, and a curfew between 8pm and 7am is currently being enforced." She said. We all sat in silence, eating, pretending we didn't hear it. "Here is a special report by our correspondent Steve."

"I spoke to a few of the witnesses, they told me the animatronics walked like animated corpses. They had blood seeping out their eyes and mouths, mucus dribbled from their chins as they charged for the special forces. The officers were reasonably protected through strategic barricades placed around the pizzeria, however bullets didn't affect them down." He started. My dad turned the TV off.

"That was a bad idea." He admitted, turning to my plate, which was empty. "Boy, you must have been hungry!" He chuckled, trying to rid his mind of the horrific events. "Who wants a drink?" Dad asked. Everyone shook their heads.

"Can I have a glass of spiced rum dad?." I asked.

"Sure." He replied, reaching for my bottle of Captain Morgan Spiced Gold, and two glasses. He poured about three or four shots worth into the glass, before pouring his own, passing one to me. "Cheers!" He cheered.

"Cheers!" I replied, our glasses chimed as they hit each-other. We both took a small sip, feeling warm inside. Foxy looked curious at the bottle, taking a sip. "Whoa, Foxy's joining in the fun eh?" I cheered, pouring her a glass. Looking at the girls, they all seemed eager to try some. "For everyone!" I hailed, pouring three more glasses, passing them around. My phone began to ring.

"Hello?" I called.

"Hey Mike, it's Ashton from college, I was just worried about you. I found out today you just recovered from a coma. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Every-thing's good man just chillin' here, drinking and enjoying a nice meal." I replied.

"Ah man, that's great, to tell you the truth I thought you were dead. You stopped messaging me on Facebook." He continued.

"Nah I'm alive, more alive than I've ever felt actually." I said, sinking into my seat. "So, what you been up to since we finished college?" I asked.

"Well I've been researching advanced robotics, to prepare for my degree at university." He answered.

"No fucking way, that's awesome dude, good luck man." I said, surprised.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Well I got a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." I started.

"You mean the place that's on lock-down right now?" He gasped.

"Yeah, I worked the night shift, but I'm sure you know all about my work. I've been in the news apparently." I continued.

"You sure have, heard about those bodies you found." He answered.

"Spent most of my time in and out of consciousness, getting stabbed and stuffed into suits, so my life is just peachy right now. It would be really good to catch up, you know since it's been like 5 months since we left college." I suggested.

"Why don't you come over in a bit, I've got something really cool I want to show you." He insisted.

"Aww shit, now you got me excited. Sure mate, I'll be there in a bit, just let me get ready." I replied. "See ya later!" I called

"Bye Mike!" He called back, hanging up the phone. I Looked at my parents, they were curious.

"That was Ashton, a friend of mine at college." I explained. "Don't you remember him coming to stay last year?" I asked, they nodded in response. "Well he wants to show me something cool, so I'm going to get ready. I'll be back in a couple of hours." I said, smiling to the girls. I smartened myself up, brushed my teeth and put some deodorant on, so I didn't smell like I had just slept with a whore. Then I went out to my Volkswagen Golf, I hadn't been in it for what seemed like a few days, but was actually nearly a month. The engine rumbled as I turned the key, clutch down I put it into first, pulling out into the main road. I used to drop Ashton to his house often as I had a car and he didn't, so I had memorised the fastest route to get there, it wasn't long before I pulled up beside number 11. I got out and approached the door. Ringing the doorbell, I saw a figure approach through small pieces of frosted glass. A man who looked in his early fifties opened the door, he looked at me like he knew me from somewhere, before he lit up in realisation.

"Mike, how good to see you." He greeted, taking my hand into a brisk handshake. "Glad to see you're okay. Ashton is waiting for you in his room." He said, putting an arm around my shoulder, leading me there.

"Hey Mike!" He called, peering out of his room. "Follow me... it's downstairs." He said, flicking the lights to the basement.

"You have a basement?" I asked.

"Yep, Dad had it dug out after all the noise coming from my room, this is where the magic happens." He explained, opening the door and leading me inside. It was a bright room, it looked like a science laboratory, except instead of experiments, lining the walls were various different robots in different states. I saw ones that had multiple limbs; ones that had wings, ones that looked like butlers, and even ones that looked like they were built by aliens.

"Wow this place is so fucking awesome!" I gasped, looking around at all the different robots on display. "Do these work?" I asked, pointing to them.

"Unfortunately no, I usually start building a robot, then I change my idea and move on. That's why none of them are finished." He sighed.

"You should really finish these off." I suggested. "You've got some really wicked designs here man. I want to see that thing there fly, and whatever that alien thing can do." I encouraged, marvelling at all the robots on display.

"I would do, but I've just finished designing something that I think I can finish. In fact it's such a big project, I'll feel more motivated to complete it" He explained.

"So where is it?" I asked, curious.

"It's just a design, but I think my calculations are correct." He assured, leading me over to a white sheet that covered something. He whisked it away, presenting what looked like blueprints. They were covered in mathematical calculations, weird graphs, and other strange diagrams.

"So what is it? What does it do?" I asked, curious.

"It's an exoskeleton suit. It will hopefully increase the strength of the wearer. It uses a combination of man power and electricity to operate the ligaments, allowing the wearer to lift objects many times their weight." He explained, pointing to the calculations, which I assumed were correct.

"So when is it going to be ready?" I asked. "I want to be the first to try it!" I said, excitedly.

"Whoa, easy there Mike, I need time. It's going to take a few days to build, but I'm going to need some help." He suggested, extending a hand.

"Well, I'll see what I can do I guess. I know a place where you can get the materials you need for cheap, what exactly do you need?" I asked, shaking his hand. He let it fall as he sighed.

"Titanium, I need Titanium" He breathed. "tin and copper."

"Titanium? Why are you so down. The stuff was discovered here. Tin and Copper? Really? Pfft look outside, we've been mining them for generations!" I cheered, pointing around, expecting to see a window.

"Ha-ha, I guess you're right." He chuckled. "But this isn't going to be an easy task, it's going to take some gruelling work. How are you with welding?" he asked.

"Well I weld things for my dad sometimes." I mentioned.

"Perfect, you can supply me with the materials, while I'll take care of the boring engineering. Then when the time comes, you can help me put the suit together, how's that sound?" He questioned.

"Awesome!" I nodded. "Can't wait to see what it can do."

"Well, I need to finalize some more calculations, where is it you can get these supplies from?" He asked. I wrote down on a slip of paper, the name of a local scrapyard.

"They'll have everything you need, for dirt cheap; metals, spare parts, wires, old tech, you name it they have it." I said, handing him the paper.

"Brilliant, I'll ask my parents to take me down there today, thank you by the way." He replied.

"It's no problem." I insisted, feeling a buzz in my pocket. Looking at my phone a text read. "Mike, you need to come home now, it's getting late. xx" It was a text from mum. I looked at the time, it was only 6, it wasn't that late. "Uh, sorry Ash, but I need to go, my mum says it's getting late apparently." I sighed.

"Please don't call me that." He said, shaking his head.

"Oh, sorry... I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, see how you're getting on with the engineering then." I apologised.

"It's no problem, just don't call me that again." He insisted, smiling. "Bye then!" He called, as I made my way to the door.

"Bye!" I called back, closing the door behind me, heading up the stairs. I said goodbye to Ashton's parents, before leaving and getting in my VW. The journey home was boring, I kept thinking about what the exoskeleton Ashton was making would look like, what excited me even more was what it could be capable of. But then I began to wonder if we would be able to finish it, I would have to check how he's doing, I would have to encourage him. As I walked through the door, I saw that everyone was in the living room, watching television. I quietly sat down and turned my attention to what they were watching, it was the opening sequence to some new TV series I didn't care about. I hadn't watched many big hit TV shows like Game of Thrones or Breaking Bad, but something about this one seemed interesting.

"We recorded it for you Mike, all of it's on the Sky box, in the planner." My mum assured, pressing play again. We sat through the first episode, and I honestly couldn't wait for more, I hated when shows use cliff hangers though. My dad turned off the TV, looking at me.

"So, what did Ashton want to show you?" He asked.

"He's working on an exoskeleton suit, it's going to be able to lift many times the wearer's weight, according to his calculations. It's going to run off of both man power and battery power, to increase strength to super human levels." I explained.

"Sounds bad-arse." My dad smiled.

"Sure does, I'm helping him put it together when he gets the engineering for it done. I'll be the first person to try it out. According to him, something like this has never been built before." I gloated.

"Wow... I'm so jealous!" Dad sighed. "So, will you be able to flip over cars, and help me with work?" He questioned fast, excited.

"I should bloody well hope so!" I answered, curious as to if it was possible.

"Just don't hurt yourself babe." Mum chimed in, putting frowns on both our hopeful faces.

"Oh come on, why do you always have to ruin the fun?" Dad moaned. Mum laughed in response.

"Because it's my job." She chortled, walking out the room. Me and my dad looked at each-other, exchanging clueless glances, before he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh yeah, there's leftover pizza in the oven, it's on CircoTherm so it should be still hot." Dad mentioned, I looked over to Chica. "Yeah, it's another of Chica's amazing pizzas." He moaned, rubbing his stomach. I went to the oven, placing the pizza onto a plate. As I went out into the hallway, I saw my door was slightly ajar. Opening it, I saw the girls were sat on my bed. I slouched in my desk chair, eating Chica's amazing pizza, when a question popped into my head.

"Hey Chica, last night, where did you get Viagra from?" I asked her, food in my mouth.

"Mr Fazbear keeps some in his medicine cabinet, we found out just by snooping around his house. We saw that it helps with getting an erection, so we thought we'd try it on you!" She smiled.

"Well... Viagra is for people with erectile dysfunction." I explained, looking down. "Every-thang's fine down here." I said in a high pitched Texan voice. The three girls laughed. "I don't need no drugs to say hi to you three." They burst into fits of laughter, as I finished the rest of my pizza. "There wasn't any Viagra in that was there?" I asked.

"No. Extra special sauce, just the way you like it!" She answered.

"Whew!" The high pitched voice spoke again, earning giggles from them. "There aint nothin' wrong wi' me, I'm a real penis!" The three girls keeled backwards, kicking their legs, laughing their tits off. While they were occupied, I took my plate out to the kitchen, placing it in the sink. Looking at my phone, I saw it was getting late. I brushed my teeth and popped my dressing gown on.

"You going to bed?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get an early night. I want to go visit Ashton tomorrow, see what his plans are." I replied, leaning in for a kiss goodnight.

"Goodnight Mike, see you in the morning." Mum called, heading to her bedroom.

"Night mum." I called back.

"You're going to bed are you, eh?" Dad asked, nudging me with his elbow. I nodded. "I left the bottle of spiced rum out on the table, there's coke in the fridge as well." He suggested. I took the bottle of rum, a six pack of coke, and four glasses into my hands. "Good night, enjoy." He whispered, heading to their bedroom.

"Night dad, I'll see you tomorrow." I replied, heading to my bedroom, I pushed the door open with my foot. "Could you clear my desk for me?" I asked the girls. "I need somewhere to pour these." The girls pushed all the rubbish to the back of my desk, allowing me to set down the rum, coke and glasses on it.

"So, what's all this for?" Bonnie asked.

"We're going on a night of debauchery!" I exclaimed, pouring rum into each of the glasses.

"What's that?" Chica asked.

"We're going to get really drunk, then whatever happens, happens." I explained, topping off each glass with coke.

"That sounds like fun Mikey!" Foxy cheered.

"Here, everyone take a glass." I insisted, passing everyone a glass of rum and coke. "Ooh, before I forget." I remembered the camera I had been gifted for my birthday that year. I placed it in the corner, facing the bed. "Finally get to use this thing." I said, pressing record. I raised a glass and rose it in the air. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" The three girls repeated, we all downed our glasses of rum and coke in one. I felt warm inside, the taste of coke and the occasional hit of rum on my taste buds, making me sink into my seat.

"Ooh, I feel warm and fuzzy inside." Bonnie gasped.

"Another!" I cheered, pouring four more glasses, this time more rum less coke. I passed three glasses to the girls, they smiled as I raised my own. "To wherever this night takes us!" I cheered, to which the girls giggled. We all swallowed our drinks, taking it turns to see who could burp the loudest. *Burp* *burp* *burp* *BRURP*

"Whoa... that, was loud!" Chica slurred.

"Arr, it's so... quiet in here." Foxy whispered.

"Time to put some tunes on!" I cheered, turning on my surround sound system. I pulled up my music playlist. Double clicking it, the loud saxophone and trumpet tune of "Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down" blared through the speakers. We all cheered, heavily bobbing our heads, wiggling our feet as I poured more drinks. The first verses of the song played as I passed the girls their drinks. We all raised a glass when the chorus began.

"Don't let the bastards grind you down!" We all sang, before we downed another glass of rum and coke.

They put their glasses on my night stand, pulled me off my chair and waved their hands in the air dancing. I joined in, laughing and dancing with them, jumping around when the organ solo came on. We shouted "Don't let the bastards grind you down!" When the chorus came on again. We then laughed as we all made up gibberish in a Jamaican accent, because we didn't know the lyrics to that part. Singing the chorus again, we boogied, giggling having a great time. When the song came to an end, we all collapsed onto the bed, when another song came on. "A Message to You Rudy, by The Specials." This song was much slower than the previous one, I took Bonnie's hands, while Foxy took Chica's hands. We all swayed back and forth to the slow rhythm of the song, singing "A message to you Rudy." Those were the only lyrics I knew, but I still enjoyed the break from jumping around, it allowed us to catch our breath. I poured a few more drinks, to the top this time, we needed energy, we were all panting heavily. We all drank our rum and coke, feeling warm inside again. Swaying our arms back and forth to a slow song was romantic to say the least. I pulled Bonnie into a hug, we swayed left and right, Foxy and Chica did the same. We hugged each-other until the song ended.

No more songs played. I pulled the girls with me onto my bed, they giggled beside me, snuggling close. "Arr Mikey..." Foxy slurred, pointing to the glasses. "More!" She breathed. I got up off the bed, poured another four glasses of rum and coke, passing three to the girls as they stood up. We all raised them above our heads, flushing red as we finished them. Giggling like an idiot I collapsed back onto the bed lying flat, the girls jumped on the bed too, laughing as they faced me. I turned my head to look at them.

"Hey, cool eyes..." I slurred. "How you doin' that?" I asked. "Aww man, I'm so hot right now!" I moaned, taking off my shirt and trousers, throwing them on the floor. The girls ran their fingers along my chest hair. I felt one hand grasp my penis, causing it to stiffen. "Hey that's my penis, you leave him alone!" I slurred, trying to move the hand away.

"But we, we wanna play Mikey!" Chica giggled, squeezing it again.

"Okay, what games you wanna – Uhhh!" I moaned, looking down. "Someone's hungry!" I gasped. As I felt my cock pierce her lips, glide along her tongue, which lapped around my member. She lowered her head, my hard rod descended her throat, gagging and breathing on it. Chica licked me from base to tip, spitting saliva onto my penis, rubbing it up and down. Foxy and Bonnie spat more onto it, dribbling down my shaft, while Chica gently caressed the tip by massaging it with her tongue. I moaned as my dick began to throb, sending pre-cum into Chica's mouth. She spat it onto my tip, it ran down, licked up by Bonnie and Foxy. Then Foxy nudged Chica out the way, swallowing my entire cock, lapping her wet tongue around it. Foxy rocked her head back and forth, my dick slithered deep down her throat, repeatedly brushing along her tongue. Bonnie feeling left out, lifted Foxy and pushed her over, taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked the tip, while stroking my shaft. Foxy and Chica immediately pushed Bonnie away. All three of them were now sucking, slurping and licking me. I grunted, shooting two loads through the air. It covered their faces because they tried fighting over it, they began to lick furiously at my cock, trying desperately to earn more. I felt it get swallowed repeatedly, going deep down their throats. I started trembling as the girls began to pump me fast. Like a water gun, I squirted three final loads through the air, coating their faces. I began to feel sleepy, watching them clean themselves, sharing my cum in their mouths. I struggled to keep my eyes open, as I fell asleep.

Credit goes to Capt'n Foxy from for helping me name the OC in this chapter.