Avery's shift at the pizzeria couldn't come fast enough for the young man.
He went home the same night after the interview and spent all night with his cock in hand. Avery couldn't remember the last time he came so much or so often in one night. He couldn't believe he landed the job. When he finally passed out around four in the morning, Avery had some of the sweetest dreams he had ever had, resulting in waking up in sticky sheets.
He spent the remainder of the day picking out what clothes he'd wear, and reading up on the pizzeria. From what he could remember from going there as a child, Avery knew that there were at least four 'main' animatronics: Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Freddy. Since the bite, and then the fire, those four had since been redesigned; someone had taken the time to make them cartoon-y and easy to approach for children under the age of twelve. It had worked.
It had worked. Since the fire, Freddy's had been bustling with birthdays.
Avery pulled on a black shirt, fixing his jeans with a frown. He had gone to the pizzeria earlier that day, dropping the paper work off. Colette looked extremely tired, had no gum to snap, and had taken it without complaint. Avery certainly wouldn't complain about that. On his way out he had been stopped by Fred. "Please remember to come in early." He had said, before dismissing Avery.
Now on his phone, Avery read the time as 10:35. He had some time to get there and really look over the animatronics. Slipping his phone into his pocket as well as the bag he was supposed to bring ("fill it with playing cards or something you can keep yourself awake with." Fred had also said) and called a taxi on his way out.
Avery wasn't so much anxious as he was excited. Seven hours looking after soft furred, robotic animatronics that wouldn't know if he set them up somewhere for a private show. They wouldn't know if he dropped his pants and rubbed against their soft furry bellies...
"That'll be fifteen forty." The cab driver grunted, making Avery jump from his spot. Wordlessly with a faint blush crawling up his neck, Avery pulled a twenty dollar bill out and threw it into the front seat of the cab and climbed out.
He was rock hard thinking about the animatronics.
"Get it together Avery! You'll have all night to pound a few out." He scolded himself, taking a couple of deep breaths before focusing on dealing with Fred and Colette. He brushed his shirt off, ignored the thought of the animatronics, and walked inside. The cleaning crew were packing up, and Fred was talking animatedly to Colette, who looked like she had recovered from her earlier drag. Avery walked around a mop bucket, and came up short when he saw Chica cleaning up a table.
She looked ... amazing. Almost immediately Avery felt himself get hard in his pants, and he was thankful that there was just enough slack in his jeans that he wouldn't show his erection too much. As if knowing that she was being watched, Chica turned slowly and looked at Avery, waving at him. Avery waved back, before hearing Fred clear his throat. The sound made Chica jump under her feathers and she quickly returned to her chores, wiping the table down as she carried an armful of trays in the other hand.
"Avery, kid! Over here." Fred motioned for him, and Avery shook himself before walking over to his boss.
"Hey Fred, how are you?" Avery said, making the appropriate small talk.
"I'm good kid. Alright, so tonight's the night! I have a few things I'd like to go over with you before we take off." Fred looked at Colette who grinned, snapped her gum before turning and heading back to the offices. Avery nodded, and moved to sit at the table closest to them. Fred joined him, but pointedly didn't speak until Chica had gone back.
Against his better judgement, Avery had done his best to ignore the mechanical chicken, but he couldn't help but watch her leave. Fred chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "It's been a while since you were here last, hey kid?" He asked.
"Yeah," Avery admitted. "I had a single birthday party here when I was eight. Best birthday ever." He smiled at Fred who nodded, and then sat straighter in his chair.
"I'm glad Freddy's could be that special. Alright kid, since we're closed now, I guess I can speak freely."
"Speak freely?" Avery questioned.
"Yes. So, I know you read the paperwork you took home last night, so you have some idea as to why there was a safety waiver in there." Fred said, leaning his forearms on the table, hands grasped together. Avery nodded, but his heartbeat had picked speed up. He didn't see anything about a safety waiver- why would he need that?
"Our animatronics are intelligent beings. They have memories and those can be accessed through facial recognition." Fred started. "They had that installed about five years ago. That's so when a kid comes back for a birthday, they can converse with their favourite." Avery nodded. Seems like a good idea.
"The only downside to that is that because they have that and have access to that, they require stimuli." Fred went on, not noticing the visible slight jerk of Avery's hand. Stimuli wasn't the right word to use around the boy who enjoyed being in the company of stuffed animals.
"What ... what do you mean, stimuli?" Avery asked, hoping his tone would come across as confused instead of eager. Fred chortled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. Avery waited, impatient to hear what the manager had to say.
"Did you see Chica? She likes to cook and clean and play the tambourine, even when she's not on stage." Fred threw his thumb over his shoulder, making Avery lift his glance at the door plainly marked 'kitchen'. "That's her stimuli. The others have the same thing, too. They all need to do things. That's why they're on free roam once the store closes."
Wait... free roam?
"They aren't shut down?" Avery asked, confused. What? Did that mean...
Fred started patting his pockets, seemingly bored with the conversation. "Did you not read any of the paperwork? With their metallic skeletons and the 'ever burning need'" The manager said with some sarcasm, picking his cigarettes out of his pocket and putting them on the table. "To learn and partake in their hobbies, they can't be turned off or they'll risk locking up, or their memory bank will risk shutting off. We don't have a mechanic on call anymore to just pop over and fix 'em before a birthday party."
Avery too leaned back in his chair at this, and chewed the inside of his lip. Hmm. "They won't hurt me, right?" He asked. "I mean, I'll be in the office for the whole night, obviously."
"They won't hurt you, per say." Fred answered casually. "But they won't be gentle with you if they run into you." Avery's heartbeat skipped. That sounded both really good and really bad.
Fred sighed, and looked Avery dead in the eye. "Do you know why we had an opening?"
"No, sir." The question caught Avery off guard. Fred picked a single slim cigarette from the carton, and tapped it on the table, as if looking for a way to explain this to Avery.
"They tried to stuff our last male security guard in a suit." Fred deadpanned.
Avery froze. "They... what?" How could they do that? Why would they do that?
The manager lifted his shoulder in a shrug. "They thought he was a skeleton walking around naked. They also thought he was stealing, but we didn't learn that for nearly a month. If Foxy hadn't gone in for his checkup, we never would have known."
Avery visibly bit his lip at this. Fred smirked, and then tucked the cigarette back into his pack. "I wouldn't worry too much about it though, kid. They seemed to enjoy Colette enough." With that, Fred rose to his feet. "I'll be on my way now. I've talked way too much. Feel free to send an email to me if you have any other questions."
"Oh. Yeah, all right." Avery said, standing up and offering his hand to Fred, picking his bag up in his free hand. "Thanks."
"Not a problem, kid. Just remember that they're on free roam, so don't get spooked if one of them bump into you in the bathroom." Fred said, taking Avery's hand and giving it a firm shake. He released it and then headed for the door. Avery watched the man leave, wondering if Colette had left out the back. She hadn't come around when they were talking.
As the front door was locked from the outside, Avery waved Fred off. He wandered around the front of the pizzeria, marvelling quietly at the great job the cleaners had done, and how empty and large the performance stage truly was now that the animatronics were off of it.
Speaking of them... where were they all?
Avery felt his cock stiffening in his pants, remembering what his boss had said about them. "They won't be gentle with you." Avery bit his lip, then straightened up and headed for the office, bypassing the massive master control for the lights. Turning them off and watching the pizzeria sink into some darkness, he walked into the office Colette had been in last night.
Too bad he didn't get very far.