Heyhere, FNAF fandom? Yeah, I can only say a big and fat sorry for the delay,wriers block and nothing else. So... I hope you enjoy this chapter. Agai, sorry,I'll try to another one of those. stay golden
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"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH...!"
*THUMB!*
And poor Mike Schmidt ended up on his ass on the floor, hitting his little head on the table and finally grunting in pain like the loser he was. He just jumped out of nowhere, and hit the floor. Once out of his state of poor shock, he looked around, and for some reason, he found himself at home...
"Am I... Home? Home! Wait, was that a dream?" He wondered. Yes, he was indeed working at the night guard at Freddy Fazbear's family restaurant, as his uniform and cap could say it so, but how about those... Animatronic-chicks? Those girls that, according to the Phone guy, were the animatronics taking human shape?
Nah, it can't possibly be true. Maybe he was watching too many Japanese cartoons or playing too many JRPG's, I dunno. I mean, what kind of stupid scenario was that? The lack of sleep for playing his MMO's for some long, plus his first shift ever and gallons upon gallons of canned coffee must be reaching his maximum capacity. His eyes were sore and some bones were snapping a lot. Yeah, that's his first job, of course he would be unprepared for it. The only solution is to get used to it, for the sake of his little sister...
"Talking about it... Where's Annie? Annie? Brother is home!" He announced, standing up from the floor and taking his time to look around and avoid stomping on one of his games on the floor. His condo wasn't really that big, so she couldn't hide herself for very long.
After a while searching, however, Mike landed his eyes on a small plate of food on top of his dinner table, right next to a small note on it. The plate, filled with a typical breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice, was well prepared but probably cold, since it was already past midday. The question was from it came from. Taking a basic bite out one of the cold toasts, Mike picked the note and read it...
'Dear brother...
I went ahead and went to school. Don't worry, it's not very far from the condo, and mama already took care of the paperwork. You must be tired, so I made some healthy breakfast for you. Good luck with your new job! I love you.
Annie.'
The only thing that the brunette could do was to grimace at the sweet letter, making the disgusting mass of what was once a piece of bread slid from his mouth and hit the floor like moist cardboard. How old was his sister? Ten, eleven years-old? And yet, she's more mature than the twenty-something years-old eternal teenager he was. What a disgrace, but he was glad that she was able to take care of herself, one worry less about her raising with that shitty dad of his.
Well, she meant well, so of course he ate the sweet breakfast with gusto, smiling like an idiot because it has been a long time since he ate such variety of tastes. Usually, he would either sleep through the morning or eat some flapjacks and water, since he was too lazy to go to the supermarket. Bless mother and her monthly allowance...
He finished his dish, and like a good boy, washed it up, only to find out the only possible thing he had to do it were water, a dry sponge and His own nails. He needed to buy some soap. Mike sighed, feet-dragging himself to the bathroom to take a shower and put himself together to survive his day until 12 a.m. to do his job. Mike took a quick glance at himself at the mirror, and was about to wash away the laziness, but before he could do it, he shot his image again on the reflective surface in front of him, and gasped in surprise.
"What the...?!" Was all he could muster seeing his reflection on the mirror: bags and circles around his eyes? Usual stuff for a NEET, but he doesn't remember being filled with lipstick marks, scratches and bruises all over his face and neck. His collar was burst up, and despite being cloaked by his usual smell, a sweet scent of chocolate was emanating from his being. What the hell? Since when he got himself a wild girlfriend? I mean, Annie couldn't possibly be the author of such thing. So who could it be? "Wait... Last night... At Freddy Fazbear's..."
And for some reason, his hidden memories were triggered by the image on him. Yes, last night... Actually, this morning...
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"Huuuum... W-Wait...! Huuuuh... Freddy...!"
"Hmmmm~... Sho derishious~...! Birgin boysh are sho goood~...!"
And now it was game over for Mike. Lap-dancing on him and rubbing her own nether area on his crotch, there was an impossibly hot brunette girl wearing a hostess suit frenching him with passion and overbearing lust, hugging his neck and practically trying to assimilate his chest with her enormous rack.
"Wait... F-Freddy...! I don't wanna... Huuuh~...!" The brunette fought and fought, but it was useless, the bear... Lady(?) was indeed stronger than him, pinning him on his chair and trying her hardest to suck his lips off.
"Huhuhuh~... You're already all set. That expression of helplessness is such a turn on~...!" She let go of him for a second to look at his despaired and confused expression, and in another one, opened his shirt so wildly it bursted some buttons away. She then continued with the intense make-out session for a while, until her movements became so animalistic it made the chair fall, the couple falling down as well.
Mike thought it would be his chance to crawl away and search for help and explanations, but before he could do it, something smooth, smelly and soft landed on his face. For some reason, it was also wet, so very wet. It didn't take him so much to discover that the bunnygirl-Bonnie just sat on his face, rubbing her pantyhose thighs on his nose and moaning as she did just that.
"I'm sorry, mr. Schmidt~, we've been so lonely all those years~... I'm so sorry~..." The sweet and innocent voice from above him said as a sensual moan, rubbing her hips left and right and back and forth on his face. The smell of her own nether was intoxicating, and the sensation in his crotch was becoming hard to control.
No! He must control himself! He needs to escape this nightmare! He tried to use his hands to maybe scare those girls away, but shock! His hands also became immobilized, as he could feel also weights falling down on them! They were soft and smooth, just like Bonnie's hips. At this point, he doesn't want to know what those are, but things became more alarming as now a pair of wet things were exploring his skinny chest! Oh, shit! They were so slippery and wet! What were those?! What?!
"There's no escape now, Mikey~. Just relax and get ready for Freddy~!" The adventurous yet lecherous voice of the main girl animatronic reached his ears, as girl Bonnie looked at him one more time, before partly taking off her bunny outfit, revealing her bare back to Mike before covering his eyes with that same scanty piece.
The new night guard could hear the sound of zippers, buttons and rubber even with his eyes covered by Bonnie's outfit. Is that the end for him?! The end of Mike Schmidt? He just found a reason to fight and find a job, not to mention that little Annie was so happy to finally visit her favorite friends and forget her idiotic father's treatment! Was all going to end here, now, with his cheery being popped and served in a champagne of animatronic lust only to be smashed by the teeth that were those ladies?!
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Holy shit, those video-game forums fucked his brain good...
*BEEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEP!*
"Whaaaa?! All of this work for nothing?! Cockbloker!"
"Don't you mean 'Clockblocker', Foxy?"
"Fuck you, Freddy! That was horrible!"
"Language, Ms. Foxy. But I guess better luck next time. Sigh."
But before anything drastic could happen to him or his chastity, the electronic clock on his desk beeped, announcing 6 a.m. After that one, all of the weights around his being lifted and light finally emerging from the strawberry-scented cloth. Mike could finally breath normally, although he almost choked on something gooey and sticky around his nose. The night guard was in a catatonic traumatic state, and when he finally got the courage to put himself sit again, he only thing he could see going out from the door was the smily face of a pretty brunette and and a wink directly towards me.
"See ha again tonight, Mikey~." She cooed, and before turning around, tossed a pair of black panties at his face. Poor Mike couldn't take the load of information, and ended up fainting again, still with the panties on his face and his own Freddy pointing up, among other things...
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"So... It was all real... That dream wasn't a dream at all..." The truth hit him like a bus, and he returned to his catatonic state of desperation and quiet madness.
The animatronics really turned into pretty girls and attacked his chastity during the night. He was almost devoured by family-friendly vixens, tempted by sex-hungry caretakers, raped by Saturday-morning succubi, and worse of all, to would probably happen again tonight...
Tonight...
Tonight...
"Excuse me, mirror, I need to freak out a little." And like the night before, his now slightly-retarted mind apologized to the image on the mirror and once out of the reflective reach, screamed like a little bitch and filled his tub with water to try to drown his worries away...
The day wasn't long enough for him. In between his failed attempts to contact mr. Fazbear together with the fact that he doesn't know what the hell to do with his life, merged with the fact that it was the only job available for now, he came to a single melancholic conclusion: he would have to work... Again! No wonder adults hate this stuff... Maybe for other reasons rather than being almost raped by a bunch of animatronic-turned-hot-chicks but STILL!
"Hey, big bro, I'm home." Little Annabelle announced opening the door, only to see her dear big brother still knocked out on the sofa. In reality, poor Mikey ended up hitting his head on the ceiling... And then his neighbor from the upper floor came down and smacked him half-dead with his prosthetic leg. What do you know, maybe those ridiculous videos from the internet were true, a false leg in the head hurts like a true kick. She came by and covered him with her small Freddy gang's blanket. She finished with a quick kiss on his forehead. "I'm going to do my homework now. I'll make dinner before bed."
And there she goes...
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Oh, goodie, there he is again, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, the happiest place on earth. If that's true, might as well jump in front of a freaking Train, because he was anything but happy. Mr. Fazbear, for the short time he had contact with him, told Mike that the animatronics were indeed haunted, but since calling an exorcist would be expensive as hell, plus the fact that they prepare all the food and clean up the place at night, the manager opted to let them stay and serve as entertainers by the day and eye-candy and organizers by night.
Hooray, capitalism...
"And someone needs to stay and serve as a bait for them or else they'll escape and cause havoc around..." He muttered under his breath, sitting on his chair that was comfortable as all fuck and looking at the little pager on his lap. Mr. Fazbear was a cheap and eccentric man, but looking around the rundown place, no wonder he needs to save money...
And energy...
And for sanitary bypasses...
And funerary services by just disposing the corpses in Hollow animatronics- He's just thinking too much! Remember, you're just here because you were a NEET with no reason for living, and now you have a little sister that eats like a trucker and loves to play around here, who suffered enough ten years with that scumbag of a father. She deserves the best. After all, she prepared a little dinner for him to eat during his shift...
... A special steak shaped like Freddy, eggs, beans and a pink cupcake for dessert...
"Little sister, I know you don't know, but please don't make this dish a recurring one..." He prayed to no one, eating the leftovers and the cupcake from dinner as tears of misery ran down his blue eyes.
Here we go again...
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*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
And midnight struck again. A chill ran down Mike's spine as again static dominated the screen of his small Pager. He flipped over and over over his cameras, but there was only the shower of distorted black and white lines. But then, out of the sudden in the silence of the night, he heard the meek girly scream echo around the corridors. probably from a lost girl that somehow ended up stuck there, with the animatronics...
... And got a job as the night guard, screaming because of the sudden message his phone received. Mike slapped himself like a pimp and a bitch... Like, he slapped like a pimp should and received it like a bitch would, and pressed the red button of his message box.
「Uh... Hello? Hello? Hey, if you're hearing this, c-congratulations for surviving the first night.」The phone guy, the nickname Mike decided for him, happy yet awkwardly greeted the younger boy on the security cabinet. Mike sighed. This is definitely not the best occasion for a congrats.「So... Uh, keep keep doing your best. Just a warning, the animatronics, they used get a lot more... Assertive as the week goes on, and should, you know, might as well check the Pirate Cave. Foxy... Can get pretty needy...」
"Yahooo~? Mr. Mikey~. Are you ready for Freddy?" Mike almost jumped from his chair as he heard that soft as silk voice echo through the corridors. Dismissing for now Phone Guy and picking his pager as fast as he could, he shifted his the main hall of attractions. Like he was expecting, the three animatronics turned into three hot girls, and the main one, Freddy, was waving at the camera, her 'leotard-suit' giving her a little more... Freedom on the chest area. "C'mon, grumpy bear, let's play!"
"I... I rather not." Muttered the virgin NEET, picking the microphone and pressing the voice button on it to declare that to the smiling Freddy, as she turned her grin into a pout.
"Aww~... Why not~? Let's play hide-and-seek! You hide in somewhere... soft, tight, wet and completely dark and hidden~...' Her tone of voice was now seductive and slow, and as she was talking, pressing her enormous tits against each other, much for Mike's delig-chagrin. And then she smiled innocently. 'Then I find you and we can have sex!'
"..." No response to that. What you would do in a situation like that? 'Cuz I bloody don't.
"Err... Maybe Mr. Schmidt doesn't want to play that hide-and-seek, Freddy." The purplehead with revealing bunny suit, Bonnie, lightly touched the shoulder of her comrade before she could say anything harsh. However, it backfired as Mike saw a sly on grin on the Ex-bear's face, picking the poor bunny by the arm and rent her immobile by putting her behind the leader.
"Okay~. Let's play doctor then~!" And those were Freddy's words as she assaulted Bonnie's well-endowed breasts. Mike always had an heart attack as Freddy was groping, pushing against and playing with bunny breasts, finding her nipples to them push them away and enlarge the said bosoms to their limits, making Bonnie moan in pain and pleasure. "Oh, my. I can feel a tumor here~! Two, in fact! Dr. Schmidt, would you like to give a touch treatment too~?"
"Aww~... Hyaaaaw~... Stop it~, Freddy~!"
Hnnnng~! Those damn tight Security jeans!
*ROK! ROK! ROK!*
"Eh...?"
'Eh...?' Suddenly, everything stopped. Chica, Bonnie and even Freddy stopped in their doings after hearing that strange rubbing sound, together with some grunts. Mike, who was just as surprised, picked again the microphone and spoke in a worried tone.
"Freddy, if you're doing this to misguide me..."
'No! C'mon, I'm dirty but fair! Green and red light rule, remember?' Freddy said, finally letting go of Bonnie to put both her hands up in a surrender position. However, the *ROK! ROK! ROK!* was still on.
"So, what is it?" He asked again, ignoring the fact that his previous sentence was essentially the same thing. The animatronics were frozen there, but the sound continued. Freddy lowered her head... Her head, thinking what the hell could possibly doing this sound. A chill she could never feel ran down her spine, as she, like the rest of the animatronics, slowly turned to a certain abandoned section of the main podium...
The pirate cave...
*ROK! ROK! ROK!*
"Arff... Arff... Arff..." They heard from inside those awful purple curtains, a bunch of gasps from there. Freddy gulped, as she slowly turned back to the camera pinned on one of the walls. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could do it, and orange flash passed out of the pirate cave, screaming: "Gaaah! I can't hold it anymore! You're mine, Schmidt!"
"Oh, crap! Mikey! Close the left door! Close the left door! Quick!" Was all the leader of the fazgang(really?) could scream, seeing the renegaded one jumping all the way to corridor 3. Mike, on the other hand, was just as confused. He clicked the touchscreen of his pager to the Pirate cave, but for some reason, that was nothing there.
"What the...?!" He had a bad feeling about this, so like the night before, he frenetically looked through the eyes of the cameras around the pizzeria. Finally, he stopped by the Corridor for the left door, and all he could see was a busty Redhead wearing brown Hotpants and a sleeveless red shirt with a few bursted buttons away sliding all the way to the security cabinet. "Wait! That's not fair! You're not suppose to move!"
"Swaggety, swotty! Imma coming for that booty!" The red flash declared, moving at the speed of lust, followed by her suppose comrades! Mike wasn't understanding jack, but he knew that, if now of them enters his room, it's game over! So, as fast as he could, he jumped to his left door and pressed the button, closing the door in time!
"Aw, SHIEEEEEEEEET~...!"
*BAMM!*
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"Err... Hell-...?"
"Gimme your rod, you pansy!" Before he could even finish his sentence, poor Mike was startled by the sudden bang in the steel door, followed by the unpleasant sound of scratches on metal. The security guard was alarmed, almost pissing himself, but the last drop was when he noticed the formation of the small puddle coming from the lower part of the left door. And that...wasn't water...
Holy shit...
"Mike~! Open the door~! I'm thirsty for you~! Let me in for me to rip you apart and vice-versa!" The redhead continued to bang on his entrance, almost drowning in sexual frustration and uncontrollable lust! "Open the door and wench me~! Don't worry, '87 won't happen to you~! I promise I won't use my teeth!"
"Eeeeek...!" Mike was not ready for today. He thought that at least he would learn some patterns and deal with the girls one more night, but unfortunately, he wasn't ready to deal with that... One eyed monster. Anything resembling an erection disappeared from his nether areas, and he was glad that his testicles didn't substitute his eyeballs after that one.
The author would like to apologize for that disturbing imagery...
"Miss Foxy! That's cheating! You know very well!" Before he could wet his pants in another way than Foxy's, the mature voice of Chica echoed through the metal passage between them. "We must finish our duties, and then we can try to snap Mr. Schmidt out of there. No cheating is allowed."
"Nooo! Stay away from me, Fagbears! He's mine! No! No! Noooo...!"
"Goddamn it; after that, I hope Mike's balls didn't pierce his skull."
"Freddy, I hope so..."
"..." After that freaky accident, silence reigned again in the Fazbear pizzeria. Mike was still on his state of shock, but since his survival depended of how much he could keep an eye on the animatronics, he slowly reached for his pager, and touched the screen a few times, looking through the eyes of the cameras.
Now, Bonnie was mopping the left corridor from something that wasn't quite water. By the blush in her face and miserable expression, she wasn't actually happy about her current situation. Well, no one would, actually. The one who got the worse out of it was actually Chica, who slipped on the floor and was now covered in... That. Gross~...
Freddy wasn't anywhere to be seen; though. After a quick scan, he took a brief look around the corridors beside his doors, and nothing. He switched to the Show Camera, and there she was, looking to the Pirate cave and looking pissed than ever before. Noticing the camera gaze, she turned to Mike and, surprisingly enough, she bowed.
"Sorry about it, Mikey. Foxy is very... Needy." She muttered, again Ill-eyeing the Fox now hiding behind those awful purple curtains. Mike quickly switched to the Pirate cave camera, and the only thing he could see was an bright yellow eye staring at him. He quickly changed to The main Camera on the podium, and Freddy was still awkwardly smiling. "Since the bite of '87, mr. Fazbear said she can't no longer appear around, and that buildup kinda makes her... Crave more than the rest of us."
"I... I've noticed." Now, his pants are extremely loose around the danger zone. Must be a record.
"So... Huh... Sorry. I promise I'll try to prevent those from happening ever again." She said bowing her head again. Mike, for some reason, blushed. Huh, maybe those animatronics can think like normal girls when in that state. Huh, curious...
"Don't worry, Freddy. It happens..." He muttered. Freddy then proceeded to lifted her head and smile again.
"Now, can I enter our love nest, since the misunderstand is out of the way?"
*SWITCH!*
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"Huh... Mikey~? Darling? Did you just switched the camera?"
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He did.
Some things never change...
and here I am breaking the boudaries of T-rating again. Stay golden, and again, sorry.