FNIA: Hate and Pleasure

by Gamma06

Norris has been desperate to keep business afloat lately. But when all hope seems lost, a young man known as Colin steps in, somehow willing to give the job a try. And not only does he survive the week and inexplicably bonds with the girls, but he also makes the convention a better, more comfortable place, as well as improves the business. But just how does he do it all?

5. Chapter 4

Bruh, late update. Sorry guys, hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

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{6:19 AM}

"So… what is this about, Bonnie? It must be quite important since you asked for a meeting" asked Mangle.

"I can assure you that it is very much important, Mangle. As a matter of fact, this is something that surprised me as well" came the reply from Freida.

Bonnie took a few moments to collect her thoughts. After figuring out what she wanted to say, she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Right. The reason why you are all here is because of the newest night time security guard"

"OH MY GOD, THIS REALLY IS ABOUT A NIGHT-GUARD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, SOMEONE WHO MADE IT PAST THE FIRST NIGHT! I NEED TO KNOW MORE! OH, IS HE WILLING TO COME BACK TONIGHT? I HOPE HE IS! I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET HIM AND GET TO KNOW HIM AND SPEND SOME TIME WITH HIM AND MAYBE I'LL HUG HIM! DOES HE LIKE HUGS? MAYBE HE DOES, BUT WHAT IF HE DOESN'T? WHAT IF-"

"As I said earlier, you will get to become acquainted with him tonight, and then you may ask all of those questions" replied Mary trying to settle down the golden bunny.

Meanwhile, Foxy groaned upon hearing Bonnie's statement.

"O' course 'tis about a night time security guard. When be it ever nah? They be always the source o' all problems. Wha', did he do somethin' t' ye? I swear I'll skin that scurvy-ridden, vile swab! He will beg fer death by the time I be done wit' that waste o' oxygen, mark me fuckin' words! I'LL RIP INTO HIS GOOD FER NAUGHT FLESH, 'N HIS DEMISE WILL BE MORE PAINFUL THAN EVERYTHIN' I EVER INFLICTED ON THE OTHER SEA DOGS, YE HEAR ME!? Naught 'n no one will stop me from wipin' me deck wit' his wrangled corpse. 'n the next one t' come 'n take the job will help me swab the blood off the deck left by this grog-shy maggot-"

"Foxy, calm down for God's sake!" interrupted Bonnie. "You didn't even let me finish. No, he didn't do anything to me. It's the exact opposite actually, surprisingly. That's why I brought you all here in fact"

Mangle and The Predecessors seemed to be shocked at this, while Foxy raised her right eyebrow.

"Shiver me timbers. Be that so? Huh... why, would ye look at that. I've lived t' hear that one! Well go on then! But afore that, jus' remember; if ye ever 'ave a problem wit' those blasted, lice-infested excuses o' life, jus' come natter wit' me. I will always be in me cove ready t' listen t' whatever issues ye may face. 'n who knows, I might even be able t' help. This ole sea dog knows a thing or two from all the time she sailed the 7 seas 'n then some. 'n aft we be done I'll deal wit' the parasite that gave ye trouble, don't ye worry"

Bonnie gave the fox a warm smile and nodded.

"Got it. I'll let you know if I ever have any problems. Thank you for having my back, Foxy. I really appreciate it. I'm a bit afraid of bothering you though"

Foxy gave a bellowing laugh, her voice booming throughout the empty convention. Her frame shook with every exhale she gave, and she had to grab the table with her hand so she wouldn't fall.

Some of the others chuckled at the display and at hearing the slightly infectious loud laughing.

Slowly recovering from her laughing fit, Foxy began speaking again, slightly stuttering from the overwhelming urge to burst laughing again.

"Y-ye actually reckon I would be mad 'cause ye wanted t' 'ave a chat? Har har har har! Come on Bonnie, don't be silly. The thought wouldna even strike me. I am aware I look... ye know, all scary 'n threatenin'. Most pirates do, it's only normal. But ye shall know by now that I am always happy t' help, ye don't 'ave t' be afeared. Anythin' fer an ole matey! Aye, I be often nah the best friend ye can 'ave 'n I am sincerely sorry fer that. But listen, I try me best, blimey? 'n no matter wha', I will always be by yer side. Pirate's promise. 'n aye, we do 'ave honor 'n morals despite bein' pirates. We be nah that bad, mighty"

Bonnie chuckled then seemed to relax.

"I'm glad to know you wouldn't be mad about that. And don't worry, I know how hard you're trying, and your situation is understandable. Anyway, now that that's out of the way I'll get to the point since we are a bit short on time"

{6:24 AM}

She adopted a more serious expression.

"I'll actually start with when I first saw him and work my way until now. The first time I saw him was this evening, before Colin's night shift -that's the night guard's name by the way, for those that don't know-. He was taken here by Norris, probably to familiarize him with the place-"

"Wait, Colin is the guy that came here today?" interrupted Chica.

"Yeah, that was him. It's really hard to recognize people in that low lighting and through a small window, but I got a good look at him when I was about to get inside the office. The only reason why I knew that was Colin was because I really looked at him during the daytime since he grabbed my attention"

"I know, right?" replied Chica. "I could tell he wasn't a creep like the other guys that come here. He was overall really clean, had nice clothes on, tried not to stare. Even his attitude was… I don't know, pleasant?"

Freida nodded at this.

"So that was Colin. I have to admit, he was a rather… pleasant surprise. Of course, I catched him stealing a few glances at my chest, but can I blame him? Anyone would want to keep staring at my beautiful figure. Some women would kill to look like me-"

"Aye, aye, we all know, princess. Ye be a hot shot 'n all that, ye be so much better than everyone else, blah blah blah. We get it. Get t' the point already"

"Excuse you? I'll have you know that without me this whole company would come crashing down. I've been here since the very beginning, seen it all, made this convention big. I would like a bit more respect"

"Ye we be literally born 2 hours afore us. 'tisn't that big o' a deal. 'n we all played our roles in makin' this place great, understood? As I was sayin', jus' get t' the point, will ye?"

Freida gave a loud, dramatic sigh.

"As I was saying -before Foxy so rudely–"

"That's Cap'n Foxy fer ye, don't ye forget it!"

"Before Foxy so rudely interrupted me, I was surprised at how civil Mr Harmon was. Unlike a certain someone. Such a man really is rare". Foxy's groan went unnoticed by Freida.

"Wait, how do you know his last name? And why aren't you calling him Colin anymore?" asked Mangle.

"I heard Mr Nicholson mention his last name later on. As for why I'm not calling him 'Colin', it's because we are not friends yet. We don't even know each other. When -or rather if- we'll get to know each other at some point in time, I may call him Colin"

"Huh. I didn't hear Norris mention his last name" said Bonnie. "And not to brag or anything -God knows how much I hate people that do that- but I have the best hearing, Springy probably being a close second"

"You were probably not paying attention. It was easy to miss as well"

{6:27 AM}

Mary cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and waited until everyone faced her.

"Thank you. Now, I believe that it would be very wise to move on. We are rather short of time, and we barely got to the important part. Bonnie, if you would please…"

Bonnie gave a hum of agreement and spoke once again.

"So. I think we all settled that Colin is a really decent guy. But what really did it for me was his behavior this night. As Chica told me and Freida -and she can confirm this if anybody has any doubts- Colin didn't waste his time looking at Chica masturbating. He was curious, but smart enough not to keep looking. Now that's a first. Besides that, he actually didn't let me come inside his office, even after some coercing. Me and Chica and Freida came to the conclusion that he is not interested in men either. So I think we can all see why this is important"

The others besides Freida, Chica and Mary looked on in surprise and confusion. They didn't say anything for a while.

"...Oh dear… That's… wow" spoke Mangle for the second time yet.

Despite Mangle having broken the silence, the others didn't say anything. They were still thinking about what Bonnie had revealed.

"I don't care," finally spoke Foxy after a minute. "I jus' don't care about whether he looked or he didn', or if he behaved better than the others or anythin' o' the sort. I simply don't believe that this one's different, 'cause they ne'er are. 'n we all know this by now. I be still goin' t' do wha' I do best; get inside that cabin, show 'im wha' if feels like t' be treated 'n thought o' as an object fer someone else's pleasure 'n then end his pathetic life. Trust me, at some point or another Norris will stop sendin' in night-guards. He can nah keep this up forever"

Bonnie had expected this, and so had everyone else. If Foxy had a belief or an opinion she always voiced it, and nothing or no one could change that belief or opinion.

She couldn't say that she was disappointed, because she didn't care that much if Colin died. However, she was still willing to at least give him a chance, so that meant she would try to make that possible.

"Are you sure, Foxy? Maybe this time it will be different. Don't you have any hope? Don't you want this to stop?"

"Stop wha'? The killin'? No, I don't wants it t' stop if I we be t' be completely honest. I wants it t' continue 'til thar ain't anyone left t' send here. I'll personally make sure that all perverts that step inside this buildin' will find thar demise. As fer hope... I marooned that silly thought a long time ago…"

Bonnie simply sighed at this. She had at least tried.

To no one's surprise, Mangle then stated a similar opinion.

"I'll go on with my routine as well. This new guy is obviously just as bad as the ones before him. They never learn and they never change. I used to think that maybe not all of the men who step inside here are bad, and at one point I was sure of it when he appeared. I was such an idiot… There is no such thing as good night-guards. And I had to learn that the hard way… So no. I am not giving him a chance. I'm not making that mistake again"

Bonnie nodded. She wasn't happy with this outcome, but she would respect Mangle's wishes. She understood how difficult it was for Mangle to accept the possibility of a night-guard being different.

"Ok then. Uhm… Does anyone want to do the same as Mangle?"

"I am content with merely watching things unfold. Naturally, I will step in if things become troublesome, which is something I hope will not be the case. I will not intervene unless necessary," voiced Mary. "How about you, my old friends?" she asked The Predecessors.

{6:34 AM}

Springy was excited to finally have the chance to say something so she immediately responded, unknowingly preventing Goldy from speaking her mind.

"Well I won't hunt him down like Foxy and Mangle but I will absolutely try to talk with him! He won't know I even exist until I will sneak inside his office and then I'll get to know him and we will become best friends and we'll chat until it's time for him to leave but I won't know it's time for him to leave because I usually lose track of time really easily but it's fine because he will know and he will tell me and then I will go back to Parts and Service and wait for him to come back the next night when we'll talk again and I won't be bored and sad and lonely anymore which means that I-"

"Yes, yes, we get it, Springy," interrupted Mary while softly chuckling. "But do not ask him too many questions because you will overwhelm the poor man. Remember; no more than 3 questions at a time"

"Got it, Mary!"

"Goldy, what do you think?"

"I'm with Foxy and Mangle on this one, however I won't kill him. I'll just have tons and tons of fun with him until either he dies or I break down to the point of not being able to move. Oh, it will be so blissful. So wonderful. Nothing and no one will take that moment away from me. I'm so curious about this one. But what I am the most curious about is how skilled he is. Maybe he is a clueless beginner, or maybe he is a professional. I just can't wait to feel it again. To have that glorious, marvelous, hard co-"

"All right, we've heard Goldy's opinion on the matter at hand as well. I really expected this of her, so this isn't very surprising. Well, Bonnie; you've heard everyone's answers," said Freida. "However, there is one thing I must clarify; Goldy, I know how much you love having sex with the night-guards, but if you do manage to get Mr Harmon please don't stay there past 6:00 AM. If anybody other than Mr Nicholson or The Janitor finds you fucking the newest hire we'll be in huge trouble. Not because of what you're doing, but because of them being aware of your existence. You have to remember that almost everyone thinks you've been scrapped"

Goldy started shaking with anger, her pinprick eyelights shrinking until they were almost not visible.

"H-how ab-bout no?" she replied, her voice dropping an octave and starting to glitch. "How about y-you let me-me have my f-f-fun and you stay out-out of my way-y? I think I ma-made myself clear when-en I said 'nothing a-and no-one will take-take that moment awa-ay from me-e'. If you'll even a-attempt to-o put an end to my a-activities-ies, the engineers will have a lo-ong day trying to f-fix you. U-understood?"

Freida groaned in frustration.

"No. Not understood. Mr Nicholson won't be able to keep this business afloat if anybody reports this. He'll be in a heap of legal issues, and the convention will surely close. What are we going to do then? Mr Nicholson can cover the deaths and make it so that he isn't responsible, but dealing with this? No way"

"I don't ca-care. Let it close. Let everyone-one know a-about me-e. I will fuck tha-at night-guard for-for days. Nonstop, extreme fucking. A-any attempts to-o sto-op me will lead to you-u or the others in pi-pieces"

The brown bear wanted to strangle Goldy so bad, but decided not to. Instead, she tried speaking more in the relic's language.

"Think of it this way; if the restaurant closes, you won't get to fuck anyone anymore. Ever. If it stays open, you will get many other chances to have your fun. You're screwing yourself over in the long run with that attitude"

Goldy frowned and lost herself in thoughts. Seeing this, Freida finally relaxed, unaware of when she became tense. It was clear that her strategy worked, so she had nothing to worry about anymore.

The inevitable response came, as expected.

"Fine. But you need to suggest an alternative" she replied, her voice now normal once more.

Freida thought for a moment, then the answer became obvious. She was surprised Goldy hadn't thought of it before.

"Just teleport to Parts and Service. Take him away as well. You can have as much sex as you want there. Just don't be too loud, people will hear it"

Goldy smiled at the suggestion. Her pinpricks became larger.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea. Thank you for being so… understanding of my situation"

"I am not being understanding, and I couldn't care less about your situation. What happened back then was obviously very sad, however it's not why I'm allowing this. It is because I don't want this place to close down"

"Whatever your reasons may be, thank you for it"

{6:40 AM}

Freida nodded then faced the others.

"Well, I think that concludes our meeting. Bonnie, is there anything else you want to talk about?"

The bunny shook her head 'no'.

"Ok then. I think it's time for us to return to our original places in that case"

"Thanks everyone. For taking your time to talk about this, I mean. It was nice seeing some old faces and I'm glad that some of you are on my side. I don't have anything against the ones who want to do the opposite though, everyone is free to make their own choices" added Bonnie.

Foxy and Mangle nodded, then went back to their Cove, while Goldy silently teleported back to Parts and Service along with Springy. Marionette floated towards backstage and the other girls put some of the chairs back at the other tables, then walked back to the stage.

After everyone settled it only took a few minutes for the day crew to pile in. The morning continued on as it normally did, and customers started coming in. There were less customers than yesterday. The number of people coming to the convention had steadily been decreasing across the years and even more so in the last few months. Now there were only a few, most of the crowd being made up of creeps and perverts. It was clear that the convention was on its last legs, and everyone knew it. The girls knew it, the customers knew it, Norris knew it and so did the employees. In fact, some of the employees have quit since it was becoming so obvious that soon the business will close down, now either having new jobs or searching for ones.

This was also the reason why there was limited power during the night. Only keeping the lights on and the arcades running was becoming incredibly expensive. A change had to be made, but no one knew what to do.

Norris had an idea, but he wasn't sure if it was worth it or if it would work.

It was becoming increasingly obvious that Freida Fazbear's Anime Convention wasn't what it once was.

Norris knew that the future of the girls and of the company he worked so hard to make great was in his hands, and it terrified him.

He had no other choice but to try his luck.

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Colin was very tired. So tired in fact, that it was a miracle that he managed to safely drive home. He hadn't expected the night-shift to take such a toll on him, and it didn't help that he had to do everything in his power to not die only a short while ago. As if that wasn't enough, he hadn't even gotten much sleep lately due to going racing, so now he felt even more tired than ever.

His encounter with Chica was a surprising one. She moved faster than Bonnie, probably since she wasn't trying to scare the crap out of him at every opportunity. Of course, he closed the door as soon as she got close to his office, but he did have a quick chat with her. To his surprise, Chica was a lot more friendly than Bonnie. She didn't try to trick him or seduce him, and she hadn't even tried to convince him to let her inside the office.

After he told her that he just wanted to look after the building so nothing would get stolen and that he wanted to become their friend instead of trying to take advantage of them, she seemed surprised, and moments later she said that she would speak with the others. About what, he didn't know, and he didn't really care. He only wanted to make as many allies and as few enemies as possible.

The rest of the night wasn't interesting or special in any way. He finished his shift and then drove home, and now he was trying to get some sleep. To his surprise, it took a while for him to fall asleep, but then he realized it was because of the worrying. Worrying about his life, about if the money were worth it, and worrying about the girls.

He was confused at first when he realized that he was actually worrying about the girls. Bonnie was obviously bloodthirsty and he could only guess most of the others were as well besides Chica maybe. Although, Chica had tried to distract him so Bonnie would kill him, so who's to say that she was completely innocent? Hell, that thought was so ridiculous that he almost bursted laughing. These animatronics were far from innocent. But what worried him was the reason why they were acting like this.

It would be easy to think that they were just fucked up murderers that took joy from the suffering of others, but he knew that wasn't the case. He wasn't sure why or how, but he had this feeling that the girls had a very good reason for acting like this. A reason more messed up than their actions. Or maybe they had just gone mad from being treated like trash. Or perhaps it was a combination of multiple factors. He was aware of the main reason; they raped the night-guards as a sort of revenge. But why choose to do this? Why not a different form of revenge? Why are they doing the same thing to everyone?

Whatever it was, it motivated him enough to make him want to come back. It would be stupid and suicidal to go through another night after his experiences only a short while ago, but he didn't want to give up on the animatronics. He didn't know how he could help. It was an issue he had little experience with, except for his sister's experience. But even though he didn't know how to help, he would try.

With that thought, he fell asleep, his body and tired mind finally being allowed much needed rest.

He hadn't heard the alarm after it rang so he slept for longer than he expected.

When he did wake up, he knew he had to make a plan for tonight. Simply going to the convention and expecting things to work out would be stupid.

So after eating and having a coffee to wake himself up, he started thinking of strategies.

From his experience the previous night, he knew that the animatronics usually moved when he wasn't watching the cameras, so it would be smarter to just take a quick look at their positions but more often instead of watching the cameras constantly.

Besides that, he knew that the power drained very quickly, so instead of using the light buttons he would bring a flashlight.

He wasn't sure if there were any other strategies he could come up with, and it didn't help that he didn't know a lot about the way they behaved, but he figured this should be enough for tonight.

Seeing as he still had a few hours left, he decided to do something to pass the time. At first, the TV distracted him quite well, but it soon got boring. He wasn't a huge fan of reading either, so that left him with even less things to do.

The idea of going racing slithered its way inside his mind, tempting him dangerously. He knew it would be a bad idea, but since he worked during the night, it left him with a lot of time during the day and things got incredibly boring very quickly. Besides, some more cash could come in handy.

He had gone racing during the day before. Not a lot though, since it was easier for him to be seen. Still, he had gone racing in plain sight enough times to come up with a solution. It was a bad solution and very illegal, but it still didn't stop him.

Making up his mind, he put on some new clothes and took his car out of the garage and into the city.

He drove to an industrial area where racers usually met. There weren't many during the day, but if some were brave (or stupid) enough they would be here.

To his luck, he found a few guys. There were some in Buicks and Pontiacs, as well as some Hursts.

He pulled up next to them and tried to figure out who he should race. Choosing the right person to race is very important since not all professionals drive quick or powerful cars. Some choose weaker cars and use their incredible skills to make up for the lack of power.

Most of the people were chatting and 2 of them were checking out each other's cars. They seemed like decent people unlike some of the assholes he met throughout his racing 'career'. Of course, there are often arrogant pricks even in these groups of people, no matter how nice the group is. And this time it wasn't different.

"Yo loser, the hell are you doing here? This meet's only for the best, you hear me? This isn't the right place for you or your shitty car" called out a guy who seemed no older than 17. He was slightly buff and wore sunglasses which Colin thought looked bad on him.

"Shut the fuck up, Cameron! You always do this, you're making us look bad. Anyone who wants to hang out with us is welcomed. Just because you think you're better it doesn't mean that you have to treat everyone like shit" immediately shouted one of the guys who was checking out a car.

"You better shut your mouth, man! I could defeat everyone here without even trying! You are just scared to make enemies because you're a pussy" replied the guy who Colin found out was called 'Cameron'. "As for you, dipshit, get the hell out of here. Your shitbox would never defeat my car"

Colin was rapidly growing more and more frustrated with this guy, and now he just wanted to punch him square in the face, but decided that would be a bad idea. Besides, Cameron seemed to be overly confident which might screw him over in a race. If he could figure out what car he drove, perhaps he could challenge him to a pink slip race. He seemed to put an awful lot of trust in his car which meant it had to be pretty good.

"If you say that your car is so good, then why don't you show me it?"

Cameron grinned like an idiot at Colin's statement and puffed out his chest in pride.

"I'm glad you asked. When you'll see it you'll shit yourself. Come with me"

Colin followed Cameron to somewhere in the back where a beautiful 1970 Chevelle SS 454 was parked. It was of a golden color and had 2 black stripes on the hood. It seemed to be in a good condition. Colin now understood why Cameron was so confident. This car was very powerful, even more so than his Acura NSX. It was a beautiful beast, being able to crush most competition in a straight line and in some circumstances even in curves.

There were some cars that Colin wanted as soon as he saw them, and this was one of them. Having this car in his garage would be incredibly useful. It's always wise to have a range of cars to choose from since some excel in some types of races and some in others.

Colin immediately knew what he had to do. If he could convince Cameron to have a race with him for pink slips that wouldn't involve drag racing, that car would be his. He could only hope that Cameron would fall for it.

"You know what, that's a damn fine car. You were right, this is a bad bitch. How about we race for pink slips?"

Cameron laughed loudly at this.

"What, are you hoping to take away my Chevelle? I bet you're so jealous right now. Besides, what the hell would I do with your shitty car? Are you being serious right now?"

This wasn't going well for Colin but he pushed on.

"What, are you scared?"

This seemed to do the trick, as Cameron exploded in anger.

"SCARED!? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? YOU THINK I WOULD BE SCARED OF YOU? YOU'D NEVER CATCH ME, THAT'S DUMB AS HELL! YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE, I'LL RACE YOU FOR PINK SLIPS AND SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A MISTAKE YOU'VE MADE. NAME THE PLACE AND TYPE OF RACE AND I'LL DUST YOU"

Colin wanted to laugh at how easy that was. The moron just gave him permission to choose the type of race, that's how confident he was.

'Wherever you go, you will always find idiots. The world is big, and it's filled to the brim with them'

"Glad to hear that. How about a regular street race at Bridgewater Lane 218? You must know the course, it was made a while ago"

That race had a bunch of turns, which was perfect.

One of the guys immediately understood what he was trying to do and chuckled, but didn't say anything since he wanted Cameron to lose his car. The asshole had to learn his lesson. He explained it to the others and they started laughing as well, but Cameron didn't hear them.

"Deal. Are we doing it now?"

"Yeah. The sooner we do it, the better"

"Great. See you in a bit, loser"

Cameron hopped into his car and peeled out, his wheels skidding.

Colin turned around and walked back to his Acura NSX.

"Hey kid!" shouted one of the guys. Colin turned his head to look at him.

"Teach that cunt a lesson, will ya? He used to be my friend, but he still has a lot to learn, and I think losing would be beneficial for him. Losing that car will change his attitude"

Colin nodded then started walking again. He sat down in his car and admired its beautiful interior. It became a common practice for him to appreciate his car before going anywhere. Cars deserve respect, and he knew how lucky he was to have won this one.

He turned on the engine and listened to its roar. It was a sound he had fallen in love with long ago.

He knew he was risking a lot by racing for pink slips, but he knew he would defeat Cameron.

Smiling at the thought of getting to drive that Chevelle, he drove to the meeting place.