E-mail after e-mail lit up my phone screen. I paid no mind to them, at least for the time being; I had something much more satisfying on my mind.

"Ah ... f-fuck ... cumming!" I groaned in pleasure, reaching down. I grabbed Baby's thick, cold arm with both of my hands, keeping myself balanced despite my quivering legs. As my seed started to coat Baby's face, her eyes and cheeks lit up with each shot. She rapidly pumped her free hand on my dick to finish me off, moving her microphone hand up and down to tease me further while she was pleasing me.

"How are you feeling?" Baby asked me after pulling away from me. "Do you feel relieved?"

"Well, I did." I replied. I ignored my cock beginning to soften and my pants still on the floor as I looked at my phone. "The other e-mails said that stuff was coming overnight, but according to this they're going to be here in less than an hour."

"Oh, that is fantastic!" Baby said happily. "I am very excited. Aren't you, Anon?"

"Oh, uh, sure." I replied, nodding and standing up from my chair, pulling up my pants and adjusting myself. I reached under the desk and grabbed the same cum-stained shirt from earlier in the night, gently wiping Baby's face clean. After a few moments, there were no traces of our dark deed. "I'll have to get some proper cleaning clothes and something to polish you." I said, tossing the shirt back under the desk. "I'm sorry that this is so gross, but I have to be careful."

"That's okay." Baby said, nodding. "I know you're trying your best." She was way too agreeable to being wiped down with a used shirt, but I couldn't really complain right now. I had too much to worry about.

After making sure I looked decent, I walked out into the dining room with Baby clunking at my heels. When we reached the dining room, I turned to look at her. "Sorry Baby, but you're going to need to go into guest mode when the movers get here."

"I understand." Baby said with a nod. I watched as she effortlessly stepped back on to the stage, and returned to her spot in the center. Her pigtails started to bob up and down, and her green eyes faded out before returning to a kid-friendly blue. She turned to face me, and started to move her microphone up and down. "W-Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! My name is Circus Baby!"

"Nice." I said. "You're messing with me now, right? You're still in there."

"I love that song!" Baby replied. She sounded like this entire night hadn't happened. "Do you like ice cream?" Certainly she's just messing with me. She still has to be in there, or else she would change since we were alone. I climbed up on stage and walked closer, waving a hand in front of her face.

"Baby? Circus Baby?" I asked. I was becoming a little confused and concerned. "Come on, Baby. It's just you and I here. We can ... uh ... p-play grown-up games." I stammered, still cautious to speak that way out loud. Sure, I had no problem telling her when I was about to shoot all over her hand, but I just couldn't talk about it out loud.

"Good evening, Anon." Baby's eyes flickered to green and her body seemed to relax, with her arms casually moving back down. "Have I been asleep very long?"

"That's what this is?" I asked. "You're sleeping when you act like that?"

"Act like what?" Baby asked. "Do you mean my mode for guests? Yes, it's something like that."

"But I thought you being powered down was being asleep?" I asked. The more I got to know her, the less sense she made. It wasn't really a bad thing, though; it was just more for me to learn. It still felt somehow magical having this robot come to life for me and me alone. Like an imaginary friend I could actually have sex with.

"No, that means I'm off. Don't humans turn off at any point?" She asked. There was a childlike innocence to that question that made me very, very uncomfortable. I decided to not walk into the typical horror movie cliche.

"No, we don't." I replied. "We just sleep, like you." I wasn't technically lying. We do sleep. After all, being technically correct is the best kind of correct. Baby quietly nodded and continued to look at me with interest. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." Baby said with a nod. "I just enjoy spending time with you." I blushed at that, but shook my head to get my head back in order.

"I like being with you, too." I said, climbing off the stage. "I should go outside and wait on the deliveries. Will you wait here?"

As I headed back through the hallway, I took some time to think. I blushed at a robot's compliment just because it looked like a cute girl. Do I have that much shit luck with women that I get nervous around something that just looks like one? Then again, she actually has the equipment, so ... wait, what am I thinking about again?

The moment I stepped outside, I jumped back in surprise; two huge trucks were parked outside. One with 'Servos' written on the side, and another with 'Stan's' across it. Two red-eyed men stepped out of their trucks, walking towards me. Their bloodshot eyes told me without a word that they were both tired and pissed.

"You Anon?" One of the men said in a gruff, angry voice. The 'Stan's' hat on his head looked dirty, and his blue business shirt was barely buttoned. His dark blue jeans were covered in stains I couldn't place.

"Yeah." I replied. "I'm sorry about you guys coming out this late, it was a mistake on my part."

"I know it was." The Stan's guy angrily replied. "That's what they all say. Please just sign sir." He shoved a clipboard under my nose. The 'Servos' guy did the same without speaking a word to me.

"Don't you guys work the night shift anyway?" I asked, hastily scribbling my signature on both papers. "Why are you so tired and pissed?"

"Because we ain't the night shift." The 'Servos' man snapped at me. "The actual night crew from both our places wouldn't come here after hearing 'Freddy's.' No idea why. Where you want this shit, buddy?"

I directed them into the dining room. They brought in huge wooden crates, one after another on two-wheeled dollys and piled them in front of Baby's stage. I looked over at her, seeing her eyes were blue and she was idly moving around. She looked down at the movers, as if she was studying them.

"W-Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" Baby greeted them. The 'Stan's' guy looked up at her with a grimace.

"Fuck off, metal hunk'a shit." He replied. Baby remained silent for a moment, but something unsual started to happen; her face started to vibrate. Out of curiosity (I assume,) the mover stepped a little closer to the stage and looked closer, examining Baby's face. "What the hell's up with this-holy fuck!"

The sides of Baby's face shot open, moving to the left and right and revealing the exoskeleton of her head as she let out a loud hissing noise. Her bright, blue eyes stared at him and her metal teeth were barred. Her 'skull' was nothing but huge wires all connected into one bunch. The man fell on his ass, quickly using his hands to pull himself backwards across the floor and away from her.

I thought I was going to piss myself. I jumped back as well, walking backwards fast enough that I almost tripped on the empty floor. I caught myself on a table and took a moment to breathe. I had no clue what the hell she was doing, but I couldn't let the guy know that. If he thought I had a wild killbot in here, things wouldn't end well. I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to look collected.

"The fuck?!" The man turned to look at me with wide eyes full of fear. "The fuckin' fuck?! What kind of place you runnin' here?!"

"Don't ... piss off my Baby." I smirked, and tried to keep up this attitude through a racing heart. I knew I probably sounded smug, but I didn't care. I crossed my arms. "Trust me, she won't bite ... hard."

"That ain't funny, asshole!" The mover yelled at me. He slowly stood up, backing away out of the room and not taking his eyes off of Baby. She had returned to normal, looking innocent and friendly as her pigtails bobbed up and down. She giggled, presumably at the man's fear. "Y-You did that, right? That thing ain't like the ones ... from then?"

"Of course I did it myself!" I lied. "It's just a robot, dude. I control everything."

The mover slowly nodded.

"As long as it's safe for kids, just ... just don't do that in front of the kids, man." He said. "I'm gettin' out of here, you ... you have a good night." He said. Baby stared at him without so much as a blink. I could see him shivering in fear as he backed into the hallway. I heard him and the other mover talking for a few moments before "Let's get the fuck outta here!" was yelled by one of them. The back door slammed soon after.

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled at Baby. "You almost made my heart stop!"

"I was merely defending myself." Baby replied, her eyes back to free-roaming green. "That man insulted me. That wasn't very nice of him. When I heard that, for some reason scaring him was what felt correct to do."

"You scared me too!" I shouted angrily. "I thought you were going to kill the dude!"

"Of course not." Baby said, shaking her head. "I would never hurt anyone. I just did not appreciate him insulting me. When someone insults me, they insult the person who has me here. I certainly couldn't let him insult you, Anon." The guy didn't insult me, but her non-existent heart was in the right place. I guess.

"Okay, just ... just don't do that again." I said. I was finally calming down. "Or at least not without a good reason." It might be a good way to get anyone off my back who got suspicious of our relationship, and if Baby said she wouldn't hurt someone, I had no reason to not believe her. Even if this had only been one night, her not crushing my dick took her very far in terms of my trust.

Baby stepped off the stage and approached the huge crates in front of us. She reached for the top of one of them, and peeled it open without even the smallest effort. I watched in amazement as she opened each crate, pulling the lids off like they were nothing but weak plastic wrap. Once the tops were off, the remaining walls of each box fell, showing the different video games and attractions we had bought.

"So what was up with that little jump scare?" I asked as I started struggling to push the basketball game across the floor. I could hear the three balls in each stall bouncing around as it moved. "I thought you were sleeping when you started entertaining guests."

"Yes." Baby gently pushed me aside and lifted the game with both hands. "I wasn't entertaining guests, though. I was playing pretend. Where would you like this to go?"

'Just playing,' huh? That makes a lot more sense than her just turning into a killbot in the spur of the moment. It makes me feel a lot more relieved, too; it means I don't need to call those movers back to take her with them. I looked around the dining room, seeing that the multiple tables didn't leave much space for anything else. Where could this stuff even go? They were far too big to just shove in corners.

"Why don't we put them in the play room?" Baby asked. "I believe it is empty."

"The what?" I asked. Baby pointed behind me. I turned around, seeing an open doorway a few feet away from the locked kitchen door. A painted Foxy face was above it with 'Game Galley' written under him in large, bold orange letters. When did that get there? Come to think of it, I never noticed the Chica face above the kitchen door with 'Kitchen' written underneath her in bright yellow letters. This Chica didn't look like the one I remembered, though; this one had blue eyes and bright pink cheeks. It looked like she was giving 'bedroom eyes,' at that. For some reason it semmed like she was drawn to be attractive.

Hey, I already have a boner for the clown robot. Might as well have one for the chicken robot and go full creep show.

I motioned for Baby to follow me and headed into the play room. I paused after taking a few steps inside, looking around at the massive room. It had tons of space for arcade games and attractions, and on the south wall were two more doors: bathrooms. So that's where those damn toilets were. I stepped aside as Baby followed me inside, still holding the basketball game.

"Just put it over there near the wall." I said, pointing to the west wall. I turned around and looked up over the doorway, seeing a Freddy face painted on the wall. He looked like the one I remembered, with a toothy smile and small white eyes with black pupils. Underneath him were large, black letters that read 'Show Room,' the room I had been referring to as the dining room this whole time. Huh.

Funny what you'll learn when you start paying attention to your surroundings. It had tables in it that customers ate off of, so I was technically right. Again, the best kind of right. Baby finished pushing the basketball game against the wall and walked past me into the show room to get the next item. I leaned against the doorway and watched her pick up the rocket ride. The two rockets were attached to a metal base.

"I can help you, ya know." I said as she walked past me.

"No, that's okay. I just enjoy being helpful to you." Baby replied. "Also, this ride had something extra with it. Here." She handed me some long, sturdy-looking straps with metal hooks at both ends. Under those straps were two long, gray belts; the ride came with seat belts and tie down straps! Fantastic! More holding-down means less hurt kids!

When Baby placed the rockets down, I went right to work. The seat belts were easily installed in the obvious slots in the seats. I tied down the rockets in multiple twists and knots, making sure they were so secured to the floor that they barely moved. 'Fun' with these isn't really my problem; if kids don't have a good enough imagination, they don't have to ride the rockets. As long as they don't go flying out of them, I'm happy.

"What's left, Baby?" I asked. She stood in the doorway, looking out into the show room.

"Two video games, two medical stations that need assembly, a gumball machine, and my new stage." Baby replied. At mentioning the stage, her voice increased in pitch; she sounded excited, and it was cute as fuck. "There is also a crate full of plates, cups, and party supplies."

"Okay." I said with a nod. "I'll get all of the party supplies set up on the tables, if you could get the games and the gumball machine."

As I was placing plates, cups, and sparkly-foiled party hats on the long tables, something fell out of one of the hats: a piece of paper. I picked it up and began to read, seeing it was a receipt. That didn't bother me, but what I saw listed did: I was charged for the straps that came with the rockets, and also for installing a coin slot in the ride, basketball game, and gumball machine. These damn companies charged for a way to make money?!

I sighed and tossed the paper on the table. I was even more in the red now, but I'd worry about it later. I looked over at the open crates, seeing that Baby had already moved the bigger items into the play room. One single small cardboard box still sat on the floor, though. I walked over and picked it up-it felt sort of heavy, but when I shook it I heard something move. I grabbed a plastic fork off one of the tables and jammed it into the box, tearing it open.

Hundreds of little copper coins poured out like a waterfall. These were game tokens. No wonder I couldn't find any by the prize counter. I picked one up, seeing it had a smiling Freddy face in the center with "1 Fazbear Token" written above him. Below him was "In Freddy We Trust" in cursive writing. If memory serves, I'm supposed to charge a quarter a piece for these and just collect them from the games after closing every night. Maybe I'll just tell Mike to do it, it sounds like a pain in the ass.

Then again, it would be a good excuse to stay after hours with Baby. On second thought, I'll be a reliable manager and take this on difficult task myself. I swept up all of the tokens into a big pile on the table with both hands. I'll have to get a jar or a trash can or something to hold these in. Somehow, I failed to notice Baby's heavy footsteps behind me until I heard something very heavy hit something else: a loud crashing sound snapped me out of my idle thoughts.

The crash made me turn around on instinct and jump in surprise, seeing Baby had dropped her new, fully-assembled stage in the center of the original one. She was standing on the small stage, looking at the curtains and lights with lit-up eyes and a smile. The red seats that were supposed to sit in front of it were just thrown in the corner. She looked so happy with her new little home that I didn't want to say anything about them.

Baby smiled as she pulled the curtain to cover her, then pushed it back to reveal her; again, and again, and again. She cutely giggled every time she saw me before hiding again.

"That ... doesn't look right." I said. Baby peeked out from behind the curtain. Her pigtails drooped a little. "Did that come with some kind of instruction book?"

"Over there." Baby replied, pointing at another table. It had a small, white paper book sitting at the edge. I grabbed it and flipped it open, looking for any kind of assembly pictures.

"Yeah, see, this is meant to go with a bigger stage. This is for if we have 5 animatronics." I explained. "You would have to move that over to the floor. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh dear." Baby sounded unhappy. "If that's the case, we certainly couldn't use this during the day. People could easily see us from the sides." She was thinking the same thing I was. Maybe I was rubbing off on her.

"Don't worry about it." I tried to assure her. "I remember seeing a full-size stage that had the curtain and all this fancy stuff. We'll just use this for now and order that ... when I'm not poor." I muttered those last few words. Baby resumed looking excited at her new small stage, and apparently had no intent to move it to the floor. I just hoped the combined weight didn't break the bigger stage it was all on.

I left her to play with her curtain and returned to the game room, seeing what the final product looked like. Baby had taken the liberty of plugging everything in, finding outlets that I hadn't seen during my first look through. The basketball hoops lit up, with numbers on the boarding behind them. The two table games were making sounds to attract attention, with demos playing on their screens. The rockets sat secure, but with how much I had tied them down, they weren't going anywhere.

It ain't much, but it's a start. Now I just hope the extra food bar shows up in the morning and then I'll have a half-assed restaurant to run. I returned to Baby's now double-stage, sitting on the edge of the bottom one and resting my feet on the floor. Before I knew what I was doing, I laid back, looking up and seeing Baby looking down at me.

"Are you going to sleep, Anon?" Baby asked.

"Nah, I won't. I have ... stuff ... to do ..." I trailed off with a yawn. I'm not sure what I had in mind, but seconds after saying that I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.