After calling Anondos and asking him to open Freddy's this morning, I decided to have a long, passionate sit on my couch and think about my options. I could of course just go in at night once everyone's gone and have an all-night hump session with my clown robot. I don't know if her insides will actually take my dick without pulling it off, but she has to have a robotic pussy for a reason, right? Just thinking about bending Circus Baby over the stage and ramming my cock into her was beginning to give me a boner, but I had to shake the idea away, at least for now.

Being alone with Baby was simple. Hell, asking her to do it was likely going to be just as simple, given her 'grown up' mode and love of jerking me off. Despite it all sounding so easy in my head, something nagged at me in the back of my mind-something that felt kind of important.

No, not that it's "wrong." I'm far past that shit.

Something in me just thinks that no matter what plan I come up with or what order I do this in, it's gonna bite me in the ass. The robo-pussy game might be on point, but if I do this then I'm never gonna be able to see Baby the same way again. Not that I see her in a 'normal' way right now, of course. Would she accidentally crush me under her massive metal ass? Would I get caught by Anondos and get ratted out to corporate for having sex with store property? Maybe I could write lubricant off as a business expense if they didn't believe him or just didn't care.

I looked over next to me, eyeing the plush Baby leaning against the couch cushion. It still had a hole between its legs and my cum was still running out of it and starting to gather on the couch. Yuck, gotta clean that up. I kept my eye on the doll as I stood up, turning to head to the kitchen for some paper towels. As soon as I started to walk, I heard something strange behind me.

"Huh?" I thought out loud, turning around. The TV wasn't on, my phone was in my pocket, and the plush didn't talk. It wasn't moving or anything either, so it wasn't the source of the noise. I paused in my step and listened; it sounded like some kind of radio static. I turned back to the couch and took a step forward, trying to focus my hearing. I could hear static, what sounded like a crackling voice, and ... the birthday song?

I expected the plush's head to snap in my direction as I slowly crept closer. With each step, it became quite obvious that the noise was coming from my new, possibly-corporate-approved fucktoy. I picked it up and held it closer to my ear-the sound was coming from inside the plush's head. I could recognize the music now-it was Baby's birthday song. The crackling voice I heard was Baby singing it, but from the radio static it sounded like she was struggling to make out the words.

How did I not hear any of this last night? I heard Baby pretty clearly in my dreams, but I would think annoying static would shake me out of my sleep.

Wait a second. Maybe I really did hear Baby a little too clearly last night. Was it all a dream, or was this doll talking dirty to me? I looked at the plush's sewn-on smile and bright blue eyes. It didn't blink. I keep expecting this thing to give me a big, wet cartoon-style kiss before running through my house while screaming like a lunatic.

"Uh, hello? Plush Baby?" I muttered, staring at it.

"A-A-Anon?" I heard Baby's voice reply through the doll. "A-A-Anon, I h-hear your voice! You received my g-gift!"

"Fuck!" I yelled in fear, tossing the doll as hard as I could against the wall. Something definitely cracked when it hit, but I could still hear Baby's voice coming out of it. "Uh, Baby? You still there?" I asked.

"Y-Yes, Anon! Let me focus the signal!" Baby replied. The static started to fade, and Baby's voice became much clearer. "I am sorry if I frightened you. I sent you this doll so I could talk to you when you leave Freddy's! I think the doll is very cute!"

"How did you do that?" I asked. "You don't use the computer."

"Do you remember when Tyler had me hooked up to his computer?" Baby asked. I stared at the doll, with my mouth agape. I had no idea Baby was 'alive' back then. "I had access to the internet when he was working on me. I used it to purchase a doll of myself for you. It was supposed to take two-to-four business weeks to arrive, but I guess it came early. How was the sex we had, Anon?"

"T-The what?" I asked. I wanted to throw the doll again, but I stopped myself. I had too many questions. "You mean the handjob you gave me yesterday?"

"No, silly." Baby replied. "You had sex with the doll version of me last night. Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

"How are you doing all of this, Baby?" I asked. "This is a doll."

"Dummy Anon." Baby replied, with a robotic-yet-cute sounding giggle. "The doll's head isn't just full of stuffing. It has-" Her voice was cut off when I grabbed one of the doll's pigtails and gave it a hard, firm rip to pull it from the head. I reached into the stuffing-filled hole and tore, pulling the doll's face off.

"Holy fuck." I muttered. Buried inside the doll's fluff was some kind of little box with an antenna on it. Some colored cables connected the box to some weird chip-looking thing. I didn't know what the inside of radios usually looked like, but I was sure they weren't as complicated as this. Baby said it was so she could "spend time with me," but I know a spying device when I see one.

Baby wouldn't spy on me, but corporate definitely would. They'd try to drive me crazy and make me distrust Baby so I'd swap her out for that goddamn bear. I'm not that stupid, damn them! If they think they can make me spill all my secrets to this doll, I'll prove them wrong! I'll just fuck the hell out of it until I destroy all of their stupid spying tools with floods of cum!

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

About ten minutes and a roll of tape later, I had the doll somewhat repaired. The face and pigtail were taped together as much as I could, and the face's cheeks were puffed out from my quick attempt at putting the stuffing back inside. I didn't hear any more static from it, but I might have pressed too hard on something and broke it. What do I do? Do I take it to Anondos and tell him everything? Do I call corporate and demand answers?

Well, I still actually have to go to work, and it would probably relieve some stress to bust one out before I leave the house. I looked at the doll in my hands, flipping it over to eye the stuffing hole until the skirt. I sighed and shrugged, keeping the doll in my hand and retiring to my room. Consider this my first nut of war, Fazbear Entertainment. First, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of one of your character plush spy devices. Next, I'm gonna fuck the robot later tonight when everyone gets the hell out of my restaurant.

Third, I don't know what else yet, but I'm not going crazy.