Kira stares at a lock that remains on the bottom cabinet of the desk. That lock has been bothering her through the past four nights. With the girls visiting her and her focus on the job, she never bought herself time to find a way to unlock it.
And because of no one giving her roommate any keys to this strange lock, he guesses that he won't be able to open it at all. She raises a hand to try to use her fingernails into the lock's key slot, but her nail is too wide to fit. Kira sits back on the chair as she stares at the lock, growling as she ponders.
She hears echoing sounds of steps coming her way. He turns his head to his left to see Lefty peeking through the doorway. She stares at Kira for a moment before she smiles and waves at her. Kira smiles back before she turns her attention back to the lock. Lefty tilts her head in curiosity as she walks through the doorway and up to his position. She leans forward and they both stare at the lock.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"Well, I'm trying to figure out what this lock is about." Kira answers, "None of the keys seem to work, so I guess I'll never know."
Both Kira and Lefty stare at it again. Their thumbs on their chins and their eyebrows frowned in ponder. Suddenly, Lefty's eye widen and she jumps to straighten up.
"Oh! I think the manager has it in his office." She announces.
Kira turns to her in surprise. She leans forward to the desk and picks up the ring of a couple of keys for her to read the key labels. The keys rattle and clank against each other as she flips them with a finger. Bar Counter Key. Restroom Key. Concert Back Stage Key. Backroom Key. Front Door Key. And finally, her eyes catch a glimpse of the Manager's Room Key.
For a moment, she wouldn't understand why the manager would trust her with a key to his own room. She suddenly takes the key into her palm, deciding that ignorance is bliss. She turns to Lefty and nuzzles her head against hers, and then gets off the chair. When she turns to the doorway, Lefty lays a hand on her chest.
"Wait, Kira." She said, "Can I be with you for a minute?"
Kira turns to her, caught off guard. For how much she could remember, she was the only animetronic that hasn't been talking to her for awhile. And now, that smile on her face is now an expression of anxiety.
"Okay." She answers, "Why?"
"Well… during the day, there was an incident involving an impatient customer. I was told to be his waitress and he was getting a bit… touchy. When I politely told him to stop, he started talking perverted stuff to me. So, I had to make him wait and tell an official that I was being what they call 'harassed'."
Kira gestures her to follow him, wanting to hear more. Lefty follows her and walks side-by-side with her as they turn to their left and walk down a hallway that leads to the Backroom and the Manager's Office.
"So, the officials went to him and asked him to leave if he doesn't stop." She continues, "It didn't really make him feel any happier. Because when they had to make him leave, he threatened us that he would break into the pizzeria and dismantle me. And he would have friends."
Kira frowns at her story. A male customer being served by Lefty, technically harassing her and then threatens that he would destroy her only because he couldn't keep his hands to himself? When he looks down at her, her eyes are filled with anxiety and worry. Kira notices the Manager's door and they both walk up to it. Just as Kira grips onto the door knob, she places her other hand onto Lefty's back and rubs. Lefty looks up at her by the surprising action and looks into her caring eyes.
"Don't worry about that pervert, Mari." She said, "I'm sure he was just bluffing. No one's going to break in and dismantle any of you under MY watch."
After a minute of sharing their glance, Ky turns back to the door and slips the key into the lock slot. Behind her back, Lefty blushes. As she could recall, Kira is the first person to ever look at her with such caring eyes. With a will to protect her and the other girls, she could tell that she was such a keeper to Molten Freya and her son.
Even when she heard of Kira's story and how he managed to put Molten Freya and Mike into their own relationship. A click is heard as Kira pulls out the key and turns the door knob open. She steps forward as she pushes the door open with Lefty following closely.
"As soon as we're done getting what we're looking for, I might as well have a check on the cameras just in case." Kira said, "Would that make you feel safe?"
Lefty looks up at her and nods. Kira turns back to the room, which has the manager's desk being the first thing greeting them. Only one bookshelf at the left side of the room with a file cabinet standing next to it. A small cushioned chair remains in front of the desk while a large one stands right behind it.
Other than the blue walls and the green carpet covering the floor, there is nothing out of the ordinary. Kira turns to her left then her right before she walks up to the desk. She walks around it and pulls the chair back to reveal two cabinets at the right side of the desk's front.
"Hey, Lefty, see if you can find anything in the file cabinet." She said.
Lefty nods and turns to the file cabinet. While Kira opens the first cabinet on the desk, she pulls open the first drawer. She flicks her fingers between folders, finding nothing BUT folders. Each labeling usual paperwork, employee wages, budget journals, etc. It's when she pulls open the second drawer she finds a folder labeled "Personal Notes". Lefty looks deep into the cabinet and finds a key hidden under a layer of notebooks. She plucks it out of the cabinet and, with close examination, the key blade looks like it could just fit into that lock. She smirks as she grasps it in her palm.
"I got it!" She said, "Let's see if this will unlock it."
Kira turns her attention towards Lefty, who just stands there in utter silence. After a moment of silence, she frowns in concern.
"Lefty. You okay?"
Lefty quickly turns her head to her with widened eyes. She looks back at the open folder in her hands and quickly closes it.
"Ye—yeah!" She answers, "Let's head back."
Kira's eyes follow Lefty leaving the room, and then she looks at the open cabinet that Lefty was reading the folder from. She raises an eyebrow as she walks up to the cabinet and closes it before she turns to walk out the door. There must have been something in there that got her distracted.
Something that she apparently doesn't know about. Kira eventually shrugs it off and continues walking to the office. Kira steps through the doorway and walks right up to the lock on the desk. She raises the key in her fingernail to slip the key blade into it.
Her eyes widen a bit in satisfaction. It fits! In her mind, she feels suspicious as of why the manager has kept this key in her desk. It seems as if this building is trying to hide something. Before she could be eager to find out what it is, she notices Lefty closely watching. She seems as eager to find out as she is. When they stare at each other, Lefty quickly looks away and pulls a strain of hair back with one hand. Kira turns her head back to the lock and, with a twist of her wrist, the lock clicks and the cabinet is opened.
With that, she pulls the cabinet open and what he could see is a red tape recorder that remains without even a layer of dust. As if it was left in there just recently. Kira frowns as she reaches into the cabinet and takes the tape recorder out. She set It on the desktop before she sits back onto the chair, staring intently at it.
"That's it?" Lefty asks.
Kira raises her hand and scratches her head, thinking. Thinking there's something more to it, he raises a finger and pushes the recorder's play button. The recorder makes a sort of scratchy noise, then a little static, and finally a sound of someone clearing his/her throat.
"Hello? It this on?" A male voice said, "Oh, hey, buddy! It's Mairusu here! Hey, uh, so I want to welcome you to your new job as night guard for our first Freya's Anime Pizza! I actually worked in that office before you, but I got switched to the day shift. So hey, lucky you, right? Now, that being said, I know that it can be a bit overwhelming at times. I want just you to be aware… the animetronics do tend to act… unusual. We don't know why they act, well 'aroused', but from hearing about the old 'New and Improved' Freddy Fazbear's, the working theory is that the robots weren't given a proper night mode. So, when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room. So, they go off to find where a man is and, in this case, that's your office. So, to avoid this, we've installed a magnetic door for you to keep them out. Unless you want to keep them busy by having sex with them and get killed, I suggest you be quick about the door closing. Alright, I'll leave it up to you. Oh, and by the way, don't get distracted, okay?"
Kira still wears her frowning eyebrows towards the recorder. She didn't get any of these messages from her first night here. Come to think of it, she didn't even know this was a thing before. So, why was this kept from her? Kira turns to Lefty, who carries a saddened face because of the negative comments. Kira gently takes her by the hand, and Lefty turns her head to her. For a moment, they both stare at each other.
"Thanks for helping me, Mari." Kira said.
Mari hesitates, lost in her eyes for what feels like an eternity. When she comes back to her senses, her eyes blink before she could process a single word in her mind.
"You're…" She desperately replies, "You're welcome."
When Kira turns back to the recorder, Lefty turns and walks away. As soon as she steps through the doorway, her lips form into a smile as her cheeks flush red.
"Kira…" She whispers to herself.
She keeps that smile on her face as she walks down the hallway and into the main room of the building. She could instantly see Rockstar Bonnie sitting on Security Puppet's closed box, Rockstar Chica and Foxy chatting on the bar stools, and Rockstar Freya staring up at the Concert Room camera. Freya notices Lefty walking up to the stage and smiles at her. She soon notices her blushing cheeks and smirks.
"She's a keeper, isn't she?" Rockstar Freya asks.
Lefty looks at her, caught off guard. She then smiles and looks away.
"Yeah, she is." She answers, "I always thought she's different."
Freya keeps her giggle in. She turns to the clock to see that it says two o' five AM. However, she also notices something different beyond the front door windows. Bright lights coming from the parking lot and shadows of vehicles stopping. Freya narrows her eyes, trying to make out what's outside. Lefty turns to what she was looking at, only for her eyes to widen in fear.
"Were we expecting someone?" Freya asks.
Lefty stares at the lights that are apparently coming from headlights. The lights shut off one by one and silhouettes of people walking towards the doors.
"Oh, no." She whispers.
Static and scratches come from the recorder once again, as Kira waits patiently for another message to come.
"Hello? Oh, hey, it's me, Alyssa. So, from what I heard, Mairusu left you a recorded message yesterday. So, I guess it's my turn now. So, there's information that he left out from his message. He said that the animetronics kill our night guards, but they don't. They never have killed anyone."
Kira frowns. She probably figured that they never killed anyone. These animetronics that act more human than any human she met in the past. Killers?
"Though, they do get killed by… one of them. T—that one character is scheduled to be put back for repairs for quite a while. We tried talking to its engineer about it, but he said that he'll look into it as soon as possible. So, I guess you'll have to deal her for now. Oh, and I don't think Mairusu ever told you about Lefty, and you're not gonna like this. Lefty was never finished, but she is known to wander around like the others do. I'm not sure if you can do anything about her, but I doubt she'll be a problem since she only has one eye. But if she does start to bother you, just shut the door and eventually she'll wander away. Anyway, I wish you luck!"
Kira rubs her chin in both curiosity and confusion. So, one of them has to be the one killing these previous night guards. And he has another animetronic in his hands somewhere in the building, apparently. With a look back at the doorway, she suspects that she is in the backroom, left to rot or being finished. She raises a finger to press the fast forward button again. She has to know more of this.
A minute has passed since both Freya and Lefty saw the silhouettes of the men behind the doors. When a silent click was heard, obviously a well-trained pick on the locks, the front doors are pushed open as a leading man steps forward into the building. The tall, robust man walks into the main room with four of his friends following shortly. With one carrying a shotgun in his hands, the others carry a pistol in hand as their leader carries a snub-nosed revolver. The healthy man walks under the light to reveal his buzzed-cut hair, his young face with dark green eyes and his cap showing a skull insignia. He wears his black leather jacket covering over his dark blue shirt and not his jeans. With his friends wearing the same jackets and the same jeans, they appear to be his personal gang.
Lefty and Freya freeze, not knowing what to do. It was only when the man steps in the front of the stage did Foxy and Chica turn and notice them. Foxy glares at them while Chica looks at them in fear. The man looks up at Lefty and smirks, striking her with a perverted insult.
"Right where I wanted you to be." He said, "Those lazy day securities thought I was bluffing when I said I'd bring a few friends."
He grins at Lefty's expression of horror, looking so deliciously scared to him. He then notices Fredrika and the other girls. He gestures his friends to the girls, waving his revolver in one swipe.
"Take your pick, boys. We're gonna be here all night! We're gonna be spending the night at Freya's Anime Pizza… or should I say Freya's Whorehouse?"
Lefty takes a step back, her mind filling with terror by the man before them. Freya, on the other hand, glares at him with her hands clutched into fists. Every day, she has dealt with customers messing with them sexually, but this has gone far enough. She steps off the stage and starts walking up to him.
"Listen, bud!" She yells, "This isn't the place for you to just break in and make threats! I suggest you walk away right now before things get REAL ugly."
"Aye!" Foxy yells as she jumps off her stool, "Any of you lay a finger on my friends or my sweetheart, I will kick your asses!"
One of the man's friends with a shotgun turns to Foxy and aims his shotgun at her chest. Another of them aims his pistol at Freya's head. Freya realizes this and glares at the man. The man, who is named Connor according to the staff members, still carries grin as he steps around her and up to the stage.
"Are you sure fighting us is a good idea?" He asks, "If any of you were to be damaged or dismantled by us, the employees of this building would just take scrap you for parts. And even if they have parts to fix you, they'll wipe away your memories and you won't remember anything. Am I right?"
Freya grits her teeth while turning her head to him. In her mind, she has to give that to him. If they do choose to fight, some of them will be too damaged to function or worse. And they will be either repaired and have their memories wiped or be scrapped for parts for newer ones. And, as much as she hates to admit it, she'll have to let these men do what they want with them. Or, so they would think…
"So, unless any of you want a bullet in your heads, I suggest each of you do what we want you to do every single night!"
Connor turns to Lefty and smirks in the most devious of ways. He looks much like the devil as he steps forward. He points his revolver up and gestures her to step off. Lefty hesitates, scared of the man with the gun. She gathers enough courage to slowly step off the stage and steps up to him. She looks up to him in the most innocently terrified expression. The armed man grins as he raises a hand and grabs her wrist. He pulls her forcefully and closes their space. Lefty turns her head away, but her temple is pressed by a barrel of the man's revolver as she is forced to look at him.
"You really thought relying on security could save you?" Connor asks, "Well, bad news, sweetheart. You're MY bitch now!"
The member with the shotgun keeps his aim at Foxy, however slightly focused on her breasts. Another friends beside him walks pass him and has his eyes on Chica, who they could tell has the largest pair of the two. Foxy turns to Chica and back to the men before raising an arm to shield her.
"Stay behind me, Chica." She said.
Chica looks at Foxy, scared for her. Foxy is willing to protect her even on gunpoint. At a time like this, Foxy must protect her lover no matter what the cost. An act of love that comes in vain the shotgun member pushes her to the bar and restrains her with a shotgun barrel under her jaw. The man with the pistol smirks as he keeps his aim towards Chica, scarring her even further to panic.
"So, you two are actually a thing, huh?" The first man said, "Well, I'm sure your blonde babe wouldn't mind stripping for us, would you?"
Chica's eyes widen, not by the threat of stripping on gunpoint, but by the fact that they'll shoot Foxy if she doesn't. Her eyes eventually fill with shame as she looks down and slowly pulls up her t-shirt, slowly exposing her flesh to the eyes of the members. She tries to fight back the tears as she tries to not look at Foxy's eyes.
Molten Freya opens her eyes. She could see the usual darkness inside her vent home, but she also hears something different. Voices of males. A yell coming from Freya, threatening them. She slowly pushes open the vent lid just enough for her eyes to see, in her horror, armed men breaking in and threatening her friends in gunpoint. She covers her mouth to keep her gasp quiet. Someone has to do something, but she knows that she couldn't take them all on her own. However, she knows who just might can.
She slowly opens the lid and steps out the vent. Because of her lack of shoes, she is perfectly quiet enough for them to not notice her. Looking back at them, she slowly and carefully lowers the lid back onto the box. She sneaks away from the scene and slowly heads down the hallway. She has to warn Kira of what's happening. This disgusting act has to be stopped!
Kira presses the stop button on the recorder. She was in the middle of listening to the forth message when he heard some commotion coming from the main room. After he heard Rockstar Freya yelling and the voices coming from not the girls, she didn't have to check the cameras to know what is going on. A couple of men broke in and are now attempting to get their way with them. The thought of Rockstar Freya, Lefty and the other girls being forced to sexual acts fills him with rage. The thought that their suffering will remind her of her own fills her mind with animalistic fury. And, after all those years, a sudden voice is whispering into her ear—telling Kira to do something about it. It was more than enough for Kira to stand and angrily march out of the doorway.
She steps out of the doorway to see Molten Freya walking to him. She stops when she sees Kira, worry and fear in her eyes. It infuriates her to see Molten Freya looking so helpless and scared. She opens her mouth to speak, but Kira raises a hand to cover her lips.
"I know." Kira whispers.
"Darling, what are we going to do?" Molten Freya (Toy Chica) whispers back.
"You remember the part when I escaped?"
Freya nods reluctantly. She finally looks up at her with shock, knowing that she will witness what Kira's insanity had brought her through. Kira turns to the end of the hallway, her teeth gritted and her eyes glaring in bloodthirsty fury. She growls as she runs down the hallway, tiles absorbing her heavy and powerful footfalls. The monster left to die at Cindy's Entertainment and Rental has come back. And she is pissed.
Connor watches Lefty's saddened eyes before he looks down at her breasts being covered by her white undervest. He already forced her to take off the black vest, and he has been ready to see her luscious breasts since he saw her that hour. He decides to take to himself to pull out a pocket knife and raises it to just cut the undervest open. The sight of the blade makes Lefty's body tremble in fear. She could only hope that Kira could notice this and come running in an instant. As Connor slides the blade tip down her chest to her stomach, she closes her eyes tight, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Please…" She thinks, "Please save us, Kira."
As if God had answered her, and as a member with his pistol walks up to the now topless Chica, the man was quickly swooped off his feet as a clawed hand flips him over. Chica's scared eyes quickly change to an expression of being rescued as she looks up to the hand's owner. The man with the shotgun turns to the shadow that erupted out of the hallway and quickly aims his weapon at a pissed-off, bloodthirsty Kira.
Kira turns her head to Foxy, who nods and runs to Chica. The man fires his shotgun, which the gauge pellets quickly pierce into Kira's chest. Kira growls at the pain, and then glares at him, unimpressed. With a quick step forward, she swipes the shotgun out of the man's hands and thrusts her fingernails through his stomach.
"The fuck are you to my girls!?" Kira growls.
Both Connor and Lefty quickly turn to the commotion going on at the bar. As Connor's eyes widen in shock, Lefty smiles happily at their savior. The man pointing his gun at Rockstar Freya trembles as he watches Kira pulling her fingernails upward, spilling their shotgun friend's intestines, stomach and all onto the tiled floor. Kira rips her nails out and lets her evil victim fall to the ground, breathing his last breaths. Kira turns her head towards the man pointing a gun at Freya and stares daggers.
"You should run." Rockstar Freya said as she turns her head to the man.
The man quickly runs to the doors, but Kira is quick to the draw as she chases after him like a cheetah on a gazelle. With a push aside of a couple of chairs, Kira pounces onto the man and crushes him into the tiled floor. The man could do nothing but scream, but he couldn't have the time as his head is gripped by Kira's nails. Freya couldn't tell why she feels it, but she somehow feels… impressed by how Kira would thrash her head back and forth like a crocodile, ripping a man's throat out for her. When Kira stands up and turns to her, the red blood of the man leaks down her jaws. The undead beast that he is spits it out and glares at Connor, who aims his gun at him.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Connor thinks.
He expected a last night guard cowering in a corner once he saw the sight of them through the cameras. He didn't expect that this pizzeria would be mysteriously guarded by a zombie! That thing just gutted one of his friends and bit the head off of his other like it was nothing! Raping a robotic babe isn't worth being ripped to shreds. He turns to Lefty and moves to grab her, but he quickly sees Kira charging at him in the speed of a rhino.
Connor quickly reacts and fires, the revolver round punching into Lefty's left shoulder. In her fury, Kira ignores the pain as she endures three more rounds piercing into her stomach before the pathetic man is in his clutches. Connor falls to shock as he is gripped by the throat in one hand, lifted in the air to look down into the bloodthirsty monster's eyes. And even with Kira glaring at him, Connor has a thought that makes him grin in amusement.
"So…" Connor said as he coughs, "These girls are under YOUR watch? Are they your personal harem? Your own team of whores?"
Kira open left hand clutches into a fist, infuriated by his use of that word. She will not speak of these girls or her best friend that way ever again. Seeing the anger eyes of Kira and Freya, with the looks of concern for Kira from Foxy, Chica and Lefty, Connor chuckles.
"Oh, that's so precious." He said, "A zombie so desperate to have some sex, huh? Too hideous for OUR human mans for you to bang, so you bang robots. A zombie banging computers!"
The man laughs, but there was nothing innocent behind his jokes. Kira grits her teeth at his words, and his fist opens to her blood-covered nails. With a growl of rage, Kira throws him across the main room and the man's head bangs against the bar. Though there's less damage made to the bar, Connor's concussion causes his vision to be blurred as he couldn't see Kira walking up to him. Kira's glare slowly fades into a look of bitter pity, disgusted by how this man acts. Knowing that he came with a gun, this wasn't his first.
"That's quite enough out of you…" She said as he raises a clawed hand, "Whoreson."
Connor couldn't see Kira's nails, so he couldn't react to Kira swinging them down upon him. The swipe of the clawed hand easily flays a layer of the man's chest clean off. Muscles and bone that weren't struck by Kira are left exposed.
The man screams in agony before Kira swings her other hand to continue her frenzy. One bloody swing after another, cleaving meat and bone onto the tiled floor. To the girls' horror, Kira's apparent fury went out for twenty seconds. Connor died on the first. His body gone completely mangled on the fifth.
Kira finally stops and catches her breath. She looks down at Connor's corpse; completely unable to identify as it was shredded into meat. Kira looks down at her hands, flesh and mangled organs hang between his fingers. She turns to the girls, who stare at her in horror. For what they see is their lover and friend, but in a much darker version; her jaws and her hands dripping blood and her body revealing multiple holes in her shirt and a few bullet wounds. And yet, they still see her as the one who is protecting them. Kira's angered eyes quickly fade into eyes of worry, a sign that she is still the same Kira.
"You girls okay?" She asks.
Rockstar Freya nods, along with Lefty. Foxy turns her head to Chica and embraces her, while Chica tries to put as much of her as possible in her arms, sobbing. It was not after witnessing the slaughter of their assaulters, but it was from the shame and despair that they had to put them through. Freya slowly steps forward to her, smiling. Seeing that smile that is assuring Kira that they're okay, she turns to the mangled mess and looks down at her hands.
"I overdid it, didn't I?"
"A little bit." Freya answers with a nod, "But, couldn't have done it better myself."
Kira's smile quickly fades away as he looks up to the direction of the hallway. He looks left and right, trying to find Molten Freya. A slight worry shoots through his mind as he turns back to Freya.
"Where's Freya?" He asks.
Rockstar Freya quickly turns to all directions, trying to look for her. Neither of them could find her, or the one man that Freya flipped and not kill. To Kira fear, she quickly to the hallway and suspects that the man ran down the hallway and to Freya. She runs pass Rockstar Freya and down the hallway, her eyes widened and fear of losing Freya flooding her mind. She stops when she sees the body of the man sitting on the wall parallel to the doorway.
And in front of the body, Molten Freya stands between it and the doorway. Her fingers ending with wires, her eyes having red snake eyes and her lips formed into a smile. When Freya turns to her, her evil eyes quickly change back into her white pupils with a blink. They stare at each other for a moment before Molten Freya turns to the corpse and her eyes widen. She raises her hand to cover her mouth, horrified.
"Freya?" Kira asks.
Kira steps closer to her and she turns to Kira and wraps her arms around her. She was worrying that this would happen. That the evil side of her would come out. And such a thing that happens crushes her heart in despair; knowing that this evil side will force her to kill again. For she is not only the one that craves lust, but she is also one that craves vengeance. And it scares her more when she knows that she was forced to kill the man. Killed him with wires, even. Her fear quickly fades away when Kira hugs her back and kisses her on the head.
"It's okay, Freya l." She said.
They pull away and Freya looks up at Kira. She smiles shyly before she could let her turn away and walks out the hallway. Her smile slowly fades away as she hugs herself, scared for what else her evil self could make her do again.
Kira looks around the main room to see Lefty sitting on the edge of the stage, head on her crossed arms. Under the shadow, Lefty silently sobs. Tears drop out of her eyes as she tries to fight the memory of being threatened. After what happened, she will never feel as innocent and as safe as she did before. She could never feel the comfort of her own body.
She feels a familiar clawed hand over her arm, and she looks up at Kira. She could read her caring expression in her eyes before she raises a hand to wipe away the tears. She watches Kira kneel in front of her and cup her cheek with her hand. Lefty closes her eyes and tears continue to roll down her cheeks as she nuzzles against her palm. Kira takes her by the hand and leads her to the stage, where she lets her curl into a ball in her arms. In Kira's arms, Lefty stops crying. Her body warms against Kira's as she looks up at the bullet holes in her chest and shoulder.
"Are you going to be okay, Kira?" She asks.
"Yeah." Kira answers, "I just need to heal from these wounds. After I take out the bullets. After I clean up the tiled floors. After I get rid of the…"
Kira looks down at Lefty considering on not finishing that sentence. Kira notices Foxy walking to them with a confidence in her eyes.
"You don't have to worry about the cleaning." She said, "I'll be doing all of that in less than an hour. You have done quite a lot of your job tonight."
Kira smiles before she nods her thanks. Foxy smiles back before she walks away. She looks down to Lefty and nuzzles against her head.
"You're going to be okay?" Kira asks.
Lefty nods as she turns her head up and kisses her on the cheek.
"Thank you…" She whispers, "For saving us."
"Well, like a said, no one's going to break in and dismantle any of you under MY watch."
Kira's eyes widen when he feels someone hugging her. She turns her head to see Freya wrapping her arms around her. Kira soon turns to Molten Freya, who sits next to her to do the same. Soon, Chica comes to cuddle against her, and then Foxy. They all sweetly show their thanks to their wounded defender on the same way they can all share with him.
This surprises her, but what did she expect? These women always come to her with their issues, be it sexual or personal, and they loved her in their unique ways. And after what she had to do to save them, it almost seems that they are in a fateful debt to her. When in truth, they're not. Kira loves these girls dearly, as much as she admits, and she is willing to protect them even if she would sacrifice her life for them.
Now, as she looks upon the mangled corpses of the men that nearly forced them into sexuality or worse, Kira could tell he has proven that much.