That night, after the restaurant had closed and everyone had gone home, I stayed behind. As per usual, I sat on stage as Baby and I conversed, with her eyes now a bright, glowing green. Baby looked down at me, staying in place on her little stacked stage.

"Anon, I have a question for you." Baby said. Her body was in an idle position, casually moving her arms and pigtails as we talked. "Where are my friends? I have looked in my memory, and I am supposed to have friends on stage with me. What happened to them?"

"You don't have friends."

I was quick to reply. Nip that shit in the bud before it even starts.

"Beta elements from an old show," I continued. "They never made it in. Go ahead and delete them, okay? As fast as possible."

A loud whirring sound was followed by a quiet 'click.' Baby's cheeks lit up as the process ended.

"It is deleted, Anon." Baby spoke again. "Thank you for correcting me. You are my friend though, right?"

"Oh course I am, Baby." I replied. "I'm your friend, the kids are your friends, and everyone here is your friend. You just don't have any other character friends in the show. It's all about you, just like it should be." At my words of praise, Baby's cheeks started to glow and her green eyes started to flicker. I smiled at her, and it looked like she smiled back. The ends of her mouth turned up, something that I couldn't recall her doing before.

"Would you like a helping hand, Anon?" Baby asked me as her microphone hand moved up and down, followed by flickering eyes. It was her way of trying to seduce me, and it always worked. "It has been a very taxing day. I think it would help relieve you of any stress. You can ... cum on me, if you'd like."

Hearing her say 'cum' or anything sexual always surprised me, no matter how many times I'd heard her by now. However, her speaking about the day brought the ice cream incident to mind. The thought still made me nervous.

"Baby, why did you try to give ice cream to the kids?" I asked. I looked up at her, and our eyes met. "You know that I never turned on your ice cream maker. You don't have any flavors or syrups inside to make ice cream."

"I was sleeping, Anon." Baby replied, as if I should have known this. "You were playing my show. I was unaware of what my body was doing. Should I apologize to the children?" The idea of her coming to life in front of a group of kids was something I didn't want to see-she could traumatize all of them by acting too 'real.' I shook my head, and Baby seemed satisfied with that as an answer. "If you would like, I can disable my cone holder."

How was she becoming so advanced? For an animatronic, she acted like some kind of super computer sometimes. She shouldn't be able to control herself like this-surely the original Freddy band couldn't do anything besides move with the help of VHS tapes and air tubes. Did Tyler do more than Baby said? Was this one of the things she 'wanted' him to do when he checked her out?

I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but she kept moving her hand and looking at me. A bulge was forming in my pants. One handjob couldn't hurt before I leave.

"I'm gonna ... fuck, yes ... I'm cumming ...!" I moaned in pleasure as Baby's pumping hand slowed down. Cum gushed from the tip of my cock on to her hand. She giggled before pulling her hand away, and I was quick to wipe her down with another spare shirt from the uniform box. It was times like this that made me totally forget things like 'killer robots' and 'ice cream claws.' Instead, I had happy thoughts like 'handjobs from a clown girl' and 'cumming on a cute robot.' Much better, if I say so myself. I do say so myself.

"Do you feel refreshed, Anon?" Baby asked me as I fastened my pants. "You seemed to really enjoy yourself. We haven't done this in quite some time."

"It was fantastic, Baby." I replied. "I don't even remember what I was so worried about to begin with. I should probably go home for the night, so I'll see you in the morning."

I walked out of the office and down the hall with my massive clown bot stomping behind me. She slowly climbed on to the stage, on top of her smaller stage, and stood in place. Her eyes flickered from green to blue, as if she was telling me 'good night.' I reached down and pressed the button on her leg, watching as she slowly drooped down into inactivity.

I probably should stop using her emergency stop button and use her actual power buttons on the console. Oh well. Time to get home and get some sleep for whatever fresh Hell tomorrow will bring.

As soon as I walked up to my door, I noticed something on my doorstep. A very large package covered in the Freddy's logo was sitting there. It looked bent and broken-I knew the postal service didn't care anymore, but damn. I grabbed the box and headed inside, gently dropping it on the couch as I took off my shoes to relax for the night. I should probably throw the box outside and burn it, but Baby's 'relief' was always good to loosen me up and calm my nerves when it came to the restaurant's insanity.

I sat on the couch with a pair of scissors in one hand and my cell phone next to me, just on the very likely chance that I would have to call someone for an explanation. I jammed the scissors into the box and paused. Nothing screamed, no blood started spurting out, nothing started leaking. Good so far.

I moved the scissors across to cut the tape before placing them down next to me, grabbing the box flaps and slowly pulling them open. I could feel my hands trembling. I peeked inside as I opened my package; I didn't know what I expected, thinking on it now, but I was surprised regardless. In this box was a doll.

It looked one of the small plush dolls that Freddy's offered for tickets at the prize counter. With how corporate had been treating me, I expected a bundle of Freddy dolls, or the band characters, or maybe whatever that 'Lefty' thing was, but no-it was a plush of Baby. I reached in and picked it up, studying it in my hands. It had a big smile on its face, with wide blue eyes and bright red cheeks and nose. Its body looked just like Baby's, perfectly colored and to scale despite the small size. It had stubby hands and feet rather than fingers and shoes, but the bottom of its feet were colored red to imitate Baby's footwear.

I looked around, as if someone else was in the room and could see me. I looked back at the plush, which seemed to be staring into my eyes with its huge smile. Smirking in spite of my thoughts, I reached down for the doll's skirt and lifted it up-and dropped it the same second. The plush had the same panties that Baby wore. Why the fuck does a toy-oh, fuck it! Why do I keep asking questions that will never be answered?!

I picked the doll back up and examined it. It didn't have a tag attached anywhere, the hands or stomach didn't have anything to squeeze inside to make it talk, and it didn't look like it did anything-besides be cute, of course. When it came to Baby, my defenses got lowered way too easily. I should really work on that. I slowly pulled the doll close to me to hug it.

Nothing stabbed me. No burning sensation. I looked down at the doll pressed against my chest-it seriously was just a doll. Why did corporate send me this? Was it even from corporate? I pulled away and sat the plush on the couch next to me, looking at it again-I expected it to blink. It didn't move. If it wasn't going to kill me, why was it here?

Oh well. I'm hungry. The leftover pizza in the fridge is calling my name.

As soon as I started the microwave, I paused-something came to mind. The Circus Baby plush had panties just like the robot version. Surely it wouldn't have the same body underneath. Before the microwave progressed another two seconds, I dashed back into the living room and grabbed the plush, yanking the panties down its legs-or trying to. They were sewn on to its body. Of course they were, idiot, it's a doll!

I tossed the doll back on to the couch and returned to the kitchen. My microwaved dinner was uneventful, and the plush simply lay on the couch next to me as I watched television. I decided to bring it to my room when I went to bed, thinking it would be a cute decoration and a reminder of the one good thing that's come out of this shitty job. The plush sat on a stool in the corner of the room as I lay down to sleep. I looked over at it, then slowly closed my eyes. My eyelids fluttered, and for a second it looked like the plush was climbing down from the stool. My eyes shot open-the plush was sitting perfectly in place.

"I'm not playing with you, plush Baby." I muttered. "Stay there on your cute little clown ass-I mean-nah, fuck it. On your cute little clown ass. Goodnight." Fuck hiding my feelings in my own home. Anondos and Mike aren't here to hear me. I quickly fell asleep.

My dream was nothing short of wet and amazing.

Baby and I were in the office, with the door locked and somehow bolted shut. I had my pants to my ankles and Baby was riding my cock-she wasn't a human or something, she was her normal robot self. I was indeed fucking the robot. Her insides didn't feel like metal, or wires, or anything-they felt warm, squeezing, and inviting, just like a woman's insides-or I would assume that's what they felt like. I didn't have any experience fucking warm holes that didn't have 'ona' in the name. I'd had girlfriends in high school, but I was always too much of a nervous dipshit to make a move.

"You feel so good inside of me, Anon!" Baby moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock. She was surprisingly, impossibly light on me, and the sounds of whirring and gears clicking as she moved on me sounded like her body moaning in addition to her voice. I thrust my hips upward, feeling myself become buried deeper in her warm, somehow wet insides as I finally had my time with Circus Baby.

There's no use denying it to myself in my own dream-I want to fuck my clown robot.

I want to fuck her until she shoots steam from her pigtails' holes and her cheeks turn so bright that it heats up her face plates. I want to shoot a load into her every day while stupid people in the restaurant are watching some guy I hired dance around in a bear suit. I want to ram her robo-pussy from behind as I browse the store catalog to buy arcade games. Hell, if I could get away with it, I'd just close the restaurant down and bring her home with me. Circus Baby is mine! Mine, and no one else's! Those stupid kids don't deserve to see her!

"I'm gonna cum inside you, Baby!" I groaned in pleasure as I furiously slammed my cock upwards inside of her. Her red chestplate was open and showed large, white tits that were the same white color as her face. They looked almost human, and jiggled as she rode me. I remember them feeling so real in my dream-hands, so soft and warm as I groped and fucked her. My orgasm approached like a race horse-I was gonna bust the biggest nut that anyone had ever bust in recent history, and it was gonna be inside a clown robot's somehow-not-metal pussy. "I'm gonna! Fuck! FUCK!"

"ANON! I LOVE YOU!" Baby shouted as I came. Hearing her say those words, knowing she actually could express that for a human, must have shocked me. I remember blacking out after that. I don't remember what lead up to the sex in my dream, or how I was able to get Baby off stage during the day without anyone noticing, or how I got away with it without Anondos following me. I didn't care.

When I woke up, I stared in shock and disbelief at the sight in front of me. The Circus Baby plush was laying on top of me. Its panties had been pulled down to its ankles, and my cum was dripping out of a hole that I'm positive wasn't under its skirt last night. Did I make a hole in this thing in my sleep? Do I sleepwalk now? Did I fuck a doll in my sleep?

Fuck it. I'm too far gone.

I grabbed the plush and lowered it on my morning wood, moving it up and down and feeling its soft, cotton insides rubbing against my sensitive cock. I watched as the mini version of Circus Baby rode me, and imagined hearing her soft, sultry voice moan for me and pictured her pigtails bobbing and somehow-real-looking breasts bouncing. Sure, it was just a doll that I was moving on my dick, but I don't care.

I'm gonna do it. I'm going to fuck the robot.

I had a plan to make for tonight.