So... Happy holidays everybody. Here a new chapter. Truth to be told, this story was suppose to be a challenge of a friend, and a one-shot at that, that's why it was so difficult to write that. I think the result was not quite the expected, and if that's the case, sorry, really sorry for the delay and the quality of the fic. I hope you all like it, and stay golden.
Five nights at Freddy's does not belongs to me, thank you.
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Freddy fazbear's pizzeria...
Not much to say about it...
In this grim, dark place, hiding sick, heart wrenching stories beneath the façade of your typical friendly family restaurant, there he was, Mike Schmidt, the young guard of the night shift. He was fairly happy about his job. Sure, taking care of a rundown restaurant with nothing but a pager, a fan, and three creepy animatronics could be a harsh environment, and be paid way below minimum wage was a… Less-than-attractive job deal, but he was content, anyway. He now has special privileges for him and his sister in that place, and as long as she's happy, he's happy as well. Besides, how can be taken care of animatronics any difficult? I mean, yeah, they're fucking scary, but he just needs to sit there, and wait to 6AM to hit in his watch. Nothing fancy, just switch cameras a little so that he can say he did something at night. At least was that what he thought…
… And he couldn't be more wrong.
Midnight hit, and suddenly, in his camera-vision, everything turned into a shower of electric static, deformed lines of white, grey and black dancing on his computer as an eerie and ineligible sound echoed through the ears of his pager, due to the interference of his signal with the electronic security eyes. At the same time, his phone rang, and the voice by the other side said he has made a mistake. What does he mean by that?
In the end, the static shower ceased, but by the other side of the restaurant, Mike no longer saw the three main animatronics. Oh no, what he saw, beneath the shadows, were…
"Oh, hi cutie!" A lass with an impressive figure, spiky chocolate hair and bright as of the same tone, wearing nothing but an white leotard, a white button-up shirt under a black open jacket and a top-hat said, waving at the camera, together with an older woman with wavy blond hair, just as pretty and wearing nothing but an apron with the words "LET'S EAT" written on it, and a lass of probably the same age, wearing a purple leotard with leggings, bunny ears and a bow-necktie thingy. Of course, the only thing Mike could think of was…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH…!"
*CLICK!*
"Daww… He's shy…" And the top hat brunette smiled, just to stare at the camera again, licking her lips. "That's hot~…"
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"Holy shit! What the fuck! Oh, my God! What the hell is that?!" Was all Mike could say about the vision he just witnessed. Three super-hot girls about his age just appeared out of nowhere on the stage room, while the animatronics were gone missing. What the hell was that all about?! Were they robbers? Stealers? Sick furry fucks? No matter what, they were here, in the pizzeria, and that was no good!
*MIKEY SEZ!*
「Listen, sports, I know that might sound ridiculous to you but...」the phone, still on, continued to pass the massage to Mike. 「... But you're seeing three ultra hot and delicious ladies on the cameras, right?」
"Uh-huh..." With his mind going overdrive, Mike's now-slightly-retarted mind could only nodded at the phone, even though it was just a recorded massage. Even if it was another person by the other side, that was not a frickin' inter-phone, he wouldn't see the nod.
「Okay, listen carfully, sports. Those ladies out there... How can I say it... Are the animatronics. I know that you have millions upon millions of questions right now, but, uhhh... Listen to this: they will kill you by stuffing you into a animatronic, kinda stuff...」
"Oh God!" It was all Mike could say. Being stuff inside an animatronic? How horrorfying! He might not be an expert about robots, but he knew there was an array of wires and motion stuff inside those suits, and he wouldn't fit in there unless... They scramble his skull like a lemon. The simple thought of that send chills down his spine.
"Hey, cutie~..." A voice through the security microphone from the stage room spoke, as it took Mike out of his daze and made him turn his attention to his Pager. He tapped to the it, and suddenly, he saw...
... Breasts.
Breasts. Breasts, boobs, boobies, squichies, tits, lady-pecks, knockers, mountains, milk-shakers, oppai. Hiding beneath a layer of white cloth, they were squishing against the camera lens. They were so massive, that button of the shirt was on the brink of jumping off. Again, Mike screamed like a little girl, and closed his security device.
「And when I say "stuff you inside an animatronic", I mean "inside them". Ever heard about Snu-Snu?」
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"Heheheh... I think I'm falling in love~." Back to the show room, the animatronic-turned-sexy-horny-girl Freddy, the busty girl with the white button-up leotard, clip-on bow-tie and a jacket, not to mention the cute little top hat on her wavy short brown hair, said, adjusting her bust back to her cleavage. Of course, it was a giving being busty and pretty, but if she ever spoil her suit, the manager would complain. Oh well, with her play on little Mike done, she stepped away from the camera back to her comrades. Chica, the blonde with curly hair and wearing only an apron, could only sigh.
"Ms. Fazbear, please be aware that, as much I feel lonely myself, we can't harass mr. Schmidt like that." Scolded the chick-woman, crossing her arms way below her chest-area and huffing. "We must respect his privacy."
"I wouldn't mind him invading my private rooms~..." She cooed dreamily to the camera, licking her lips while her companions could only sigh. How she was still the leading singer, it was a wonder.
"Anyway, since he's our new guest, We must welcome him him a smile." And the naked apron lady turned around and walked to a direction. "In case you need me, I'll be in the kitchen. I'll cook something for him. He must be tired."
"Ah, yeah! Fuel your stomach and then fuel your *****!" And Freddy slapped Chica's exposed behind, making the other one growl.
"Please, don't do that."
"Then, I'll be cleaning the hallway. We need them for tomorrow's show... And the day after that, and after that one..." And Bonnie, the bunny-girl, walked away to another direction. Freddy, on the other hand, looked at the camera and smiled. She wondered if Mike was still on. If not, then she would have to help him out with this.
... If you know what I mean.
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So, the situation at hand was thus: for some reason, the animatronics at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria would transform into hot chicks at the ring of midnight, and would only turn back to their furry mechanical selves at the end of his shift, 6AM. Despite this, they were actually helping the place when they still can, cleaning dishes, making some, and them cleaning that place. But, granted, for some reason, they also have the ability of lust in that new form, so they would attack any male on their sight and ride them almost to death. If they die, then they put him in a Freddy's suit... Literally.
The reason why they didn't hired a female instead was maybe due the fact that a pizzeria would not be a good place for a lady to stay at night, regardless of her diet choice.
"So... I'm stuck with three ladies that want me to wrench them in scandy outfits, including a naked apron and a bunny girl... I'm living the dream of every otaku I the world, yet, I'm absolutely terrified by it. Now I know how Shinji Hikari feels." The lad said miserably, shivering from each corner of his body, and too scared to do anything. The only place in there of total protection was his office, and, of course, since they knew where he was, they'd find a way to sneak inside and do him. However, for the time being, his office was his bunker.
Not to mention, his chair feels incredibly comfortable.
*CLAK!*
"Gah!" He gasped as he heard a sound by his left side. He picked his own pager and switched to every room possible. All the animatronics were gone from the stage, however, none of them were to be found. He tapped both buttons of the sides of his office, and no one was there.
*CLAK! CLAK! CLAK! CLAK!*
The sounds continued, and Mike could only guess there were in the kitchen, doing God knows what. Every *CLAK!* of those sent shivers down his spine. What the hell were they doing? What?!
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"Hit it, Bonnie!"
*Tuu-turu-tutu-tutu-Tu-tu-tu-tu-tutu-tu!*
"Ah yeah!" Said Freddy wearing a pair of badass shades on her face, as she opened the door of the oven in the kitchen only to smash-close it back multiple times, while Bonnie was playing a trombone right next to her. Chica, on the other hand, growled annoyed as her pretty cupcake was spoiled by the distracting sound of the two.
"Ms. Fazbear, if you please..."
"We're gonna be the next YouTube stars, Chica. Please, just... Bear it a little longer."
"Sigh... Back to the puns?"
"Of clawrse!"
"..."
"Freddy, how did you make me play the trom again?"
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"Deep breath... Deep breath... Don't panic... Don't... Panic... Panic!" The lad said, despairingly trying to find comfort in his little bunker. The animatronics were still missing, probably planning something, and the poor guy fooling around was almost pissing himself. However, as the phone-guy said, he has to calm down, because disorientation and despair are the formula to a quick death by sex...
Maybe some music will calm his nerves...
*CLICK!*
'I'm coming like a wreeeeeaking Baal~...!'
"No!"
*CLICK!*
'Open the door! Get on the floor! Everybody ride the dinos-...!'
"Hell no!"
*CLICK!*
'Please let us in! Don't lock us out! We're not what you are thinkin-...!"
"Oh, c'mon!"
*CLICK!*
'And now... ~'
"Phew! Now that's more liking."
'...by the The doors!'
"Fuck this shit!" And Mike unplugged his radio and tossed to a side, in pure rage and disbelief of his current luck. Okay, that's it! He stood up from his chair, crossed his arms like a badass and frowned his eyes challengingly. "Well, you want a piece of Mike?! Then come and get some! But it'll be a lot more that your mouth can swallow!"
'Oh, my~.'
Okay, that one didn't sound as near as badass as he initially thought...
*CLICK!*
"Ah! What was that?!" And returning to his scared persona of before, the poor NEET dove in his own chair and looked through the eyes of his pager, tapping it to try to find any kind of suspicious movement. Okay, Bonnie was cleaning the hallway, Freddy was still on stage, and, for some reason, despite being clear, pirate's cove had a strange, ominous single eye peeking out of the curtains. Strange, he could've sworn that place was closed. Overall, his area was saf-...
"Where the fuck is Chica?!" And jumping out of his seat, the poor lad tapped his pager at the speed of sound, checking every corner and every camera on the place. She was not in stage, nor the party room, nor the bathroom, nor anywhere. It was... Too late for him to check on the doors? The poor shunot retreated his gaze from the mechanical page, and moved to a door next to him, the right one at that. What was that strange sound? Does he dare to take a quick look? Hesitantly, he reached for the buttons next to the passage, and still trembling, press the button... And then...
*CLICK!*
"Good night, mr. Schmidt. I've prepared this lovely treat as our welcome to yo-..."
*CLICK!*
*SHUT!*
"ApaueLfalfmzpqnfpaje! What the fuck was that?!" Gladly he knew how to close that door at the same time, his gamer hands again saving his life, his real one this time. With the door shut, the poor lad has now his time to rest, but just for a quick check-up, he turned to his pager, clicking the area by the right side of his room.
"Oh, curses. That was not very nice of you, Mr. Schmidt." And Mike twitched his eye seeing the both terrifying and erotic scene unfold: there she was, the blond human Chica, completely covered by the cream and vanilla of her special cupcake, the white cream running down her face and apron. By the angle of the camera, the poor guy had a privileged view of her now sticky and messed cleavage, oozing the toppings down her figure. Chica stuck her tongue out and tried to reach the vanilla on her face. "You spoiled my apron and my face. Now, it's all sticky and dirty. Shame on you, you messed me up."
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"Oh, no. Now it's reaching under my apron. I'll need help to clean that." She said, passing her hands on the lap of her breasts as the white substances mixed up and went down to in between her breasts and inside the apron. "Shame on you, mr. Schmidt."
"Gah!" Mike screamed, as he slammed his head on the table and turned his pager off. Those security pants were too tight! "She's an animatronic, you sicko! She's an animatronic, you sicko! She's an animatronic, you sicko...!"
As he continued his little mantra, Freddy smiled still in her favorite place on stage. With those reactions, he'll in her palm in no time...
And the night resumed just like that: Mike would freak out every second, seeing the animatronics walking around, doing their chores, and just by being there. No matter how many times he tried, every second felt like an hour every time he checked his pager, tapping every corner and little square and activating every single camera around. Bonnie and Chica would appear at random times in his side doors, and during his quick gazes at the Pirates' cove, a single, ominous eye would stare at his from behind the curtains, only to disappear again. His fingers no longer could touch the screen before cleaning a little from the sweat, and his cardio was the only thing Mike could hear now...
"What the... I don't know anymore..." He said to no one, trembling a little and gulping once more, checking every corner of the pizzeria one more time. Freddy was still on stage, staring at his soul with that same, playful smile, mocking him. Bonnie was now on the party stage, looking at the nothingness, and Chica was nowhere to be seen, but by the sounds in the kitchen, she was probably doing something in there. The single eye in the Pirates' cove was gone, but for some reason, Mike just couldn't take his eyes out of it...
What to do, now?
What CAN he do, now?
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*BEEP! BEEP!*
"What...?" Lazily, without blinking a single eye, Mike turned his attention to the ceiling, where he thought he heard something. How silly of his, there was nothing there. But the *BEEP!* sound was heard again. He frenetically searched from the origin of it. Was that another sound of the animatronics coming?! He took his eyes out of his pager, and tapped both the security buttons of his room.
...First one... No Bonnie.
Second one... No Chica.
Now he was freaking out. What was that sound?! Where it was coming from?! He tapped the closing button of both his doors, and searched from the source of that agonizing wavelength. However, it was too late when where it was coming from...
Not from the doors, not from the animatronics. But from his pager itself...
The battery was dead.
"Oh, no! I have to...!"
*TILT!*
Too late, the moment he unglued his eyes from his pager to reach the buttons again, all of the lights in the place suddenly shit down, as both his doors lifted. He was now in the darkness. He was now alone. He was now vulnerable. He was now...
... Hers.
*Tun-Tun-Turun-tun-tun-Turun-Tutun... Tun-tun-Turun-tun-tun-tun-Turun...*
"A-Ah..." Mike gulped hard, swallowing his own luck and despair with it, as the source of that song. Toreador's march, this sick song being ominously cheerfully hummed by his left side, echoing by the corridor, as he could only stare at the darkness. Waiting for something to happen...
And wait...
And wait...
And wait...
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"MIKEY~...!"
"Waaaah...!" And the poor NEET was attacked by a flying shadow, pinning him in his chair and adjusting himself so that he could no longer move his arms. He was startled at first, and then looked down, seeing a pretty and busty young lass with wavy brown hair and a top head, hugging him by the chest. She looked back at him, and smiled, sticking her tongue out. "Ah! You...!"
"Huh. Rude. I have a name, you know." She pouted, and then smiled, as she reached to his collarbone with her nose and trace it all the way to his chin, making him moan with her cool breath in his skin. "Huh~... Smells good~. Tell me, do you bath this time of the night? That's pretty cute."
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"Oh? Speechless? How romantic." She said, smashing her hips on his lap, her legs surrounding his own, circling his crotch, while she pressed her breasts against his chest. Mike gulped again, fighting a moan. "Don't be like that, Mike. Just one boner, and you're gone. Don't make things more difficult. Just enjoy and die a happy man."
"Why...?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean... What are you, guys?" Mike, still with his eyes away from her, asked. Freddie tilted her head to a side, almost letting her hat slid off her head. She puffed her chest, and pouted. What a letdown.
"I... Don't want to talk about it." She really doesn't. I mean, it was actually a pretty sensitive subject in The gang. A bad man stuffing five innocent children in the suits of the Fazbear gang, only for them to curse the place, to never leave, to never move, only wait for midnight, to then roam around, forever. She was overthinking. "Man... Is that really important?"
"Well... I just want to know this... Before dying... Can I?"
"Huuuuh~... Nope!" And she smiled deviously again, kissing and licking his neck, sending shivers down his spine as a track of saliva was left on his skin. "C'mon, Mike, just relax and enjoy it..."
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"So... Are you ready for Freddie, dear Mike?"