This chapter had started being written during my trip to Missouri, where my mother's memorial service was going to be held. It was hard for me to write this during this time, but I wanted to make it humorous to counter the depression. One of the highlights of the trip which helped me continue writing was staying in the St. Louis Union Station hotel, as well as trying out one of their restaurant bar pizzas. It was one of the best pizzas I've ever had, and it inspired me enough to include such a moment in this chapter. The rest of the trip was really fun, and thus made happy moments for all of us to share during the service. I hope you enjoy my efforts here as much as I enjoyed the trip.

As you read from this point on, be sure to notice the finer details—they may actually be Easter eggs you'll find in the games (none of which I own, but belong to its respective owner, mind you)! Without further ado, on to the second night!

By the time the second evening came, Michael was already feeling drained of energy.

His day turned out to be busier than he had planned. While he did manage to spend a few morning hours in naptime, it was interrupted by a phone call from his grandmother. Her apartment building's only elevator was down for maintenance, and because she lived on the third floor, she was essentially stranded from making her usual grocery run. Thus, he had to make the run for her, as well as carry her necessities up the stairs to her place. Being able to see her was a nice bonus, but the effort drained a good portion of his strength. Afterwards, he spent most of the daylight driving to various contacts solely to confirm his new employment status. Although he made the necessary prior calls, he couldn't give his hand-written confirmation signatures the same way. Finally, when all was said and done, it was several hours before his shift began.

After returning home and refreshed himself, he had just enough time to arrive at the nightclub early. Michael initially planned to do this so he could accomplish any errands Mr. Afton left for him, and spend the rest of the shift in moderate relaxation. As he was driving, however, he couldn't help but feel like he forgot something.

Until his stomach growled an aggressive reminder.

Crap, I haven't eaten anything since this morning, he realized tiredly. Oh well—I guess I'll have to find something at the club instead.

As Michael pulled into the staff parking lot, he could see the waiting line was lively as usual. Deciding on avoiding the crowd this time, he entered the building through the northern back entrance. This time, the door lock didn't activate as he passed; likely they self-locked at closing time, as he was early. Once he set his belongings in the locker room, he walked through the hallway and entered the security room via the east hallway. Having remembered that his employer was going to leave a list of chores to do while on-shift, he figured to take a quick look at what had to be done. Sure enough, such a note sat on the desk, describing his extra errands:

1. Gather the dishes and take them to the kitchen.

2. Wipe the tables, and trash-pick the floor

3. Restock the bar's soda bottles

4. No sex in the nightclub

Ignoring the last one, the other errands couldn't be done until after the clubroom was empty. Forming a plan in his head, he heads out into the western hallway, and back into the clubroom.

His eyes were met with neon-strobe lights once again, and his ears were full of music and masculine cheers. As Michael made his way through the colorfully-lit club, he glanced at the main stage. This time, only two of the girls were performing; the bear-eared singer Frenni was doing her song routine, while the purple-skinned bunny-eared girl Bonni was dancing on one of the two poles set on the stage. Once again, he was dumbfounded by their movements; the way they danced and posed was too smooth, too natural, to be labelled as artificial. Especially Bonni's routine, whose pole-dancing continued nonstop, could only be defined as erotic. Too erotic for a machine to replicate.

Tearing his gaze from the two, Michael sat himself in one of the empty tables set further from the stage. Although his proximity was far now, it did little to ignore their presence as the customers applauded and rooted every time the girls did an impressive, or naughty, stunt. While waiting for a menu to be passed to him, he removed his phone from his pocket to check his email account. A poor way to redirect his attention, but it seemed to work after a few minutes.

"Hi there. Are you here to order something?"

A chirpy voice called out close to Michael. He looked up from his phone to find one of the girls standing in front of him. This time it was Chica, and given her apron and serving plate in hand, she was working as a waitress this evening. Although she was shorter than Frenni or Bonni, she still had a wonderfully toned hourglass figure. Her orange socks stretched past her knees, highlighting her long legs, and her apron seemed to do little to hide the outer curves of her bust, which was slightly bigger than the other two girls. Despite such an enticing form, her face and purple eyes exposed a kindness befitting human women of her assumed age. The contrast made her look really cute, and he had to mentally shake his head to clearly answer her.

"Yes, actually," he managed to say, "except I'm new here, so I'm not sure what to get."

Her eyes glimmered as she saw Michael's uniform, and smiled broadly. "Oh, you must be the new employee Mr. Afton hired! Happy to meet you—my name is Chica, and I serve as the main waitress in the club as well as a dancer on the side." She bounced on her heels a little in excitement, which made her chest react the same way. She then pulls out a menu to lay in front of him.

"Since you are here, I can personally help you out! Although our specialty is pizzas, we offer a variety of other fast foods that cater to the male populace. The same goes for our drinks and beverages at the bar." She leaned down toward him, providing a good view of her hidden breast valley beneath her apron. Strangely, she was wearing an oddly wonderful perfume that tickled his nostrils. "Is there anything that entices you?" she whispered.

Luckily, his stomach growled in response first instead of another organ. Thinking fast, Michael pointed to a section. "Maybe one of these pizzas—10-inch, six-piece for a single person. Other than that, surprise me."

"Okay! I know just the thing—be right back!" Chica took the menu and skipped off, inadvertently making nearby guys turn to see her butt cheeks bounce as she went. Tearing his own eyes from the sight, the young man focused back to business on his phone.

It was not long before Chica returned, setting a small dish on his table. It was definitely a pizza from the meat section, with a topping mix of pepperoni, sausage, and bacon bits. Despite that, there was little sign of excessive grease, and the smell was mouth-watering. Judging from the vapor emanating from the food, it came fresh from the oven.

"The meat-lover's pizza," she explained. "Perfect for a guy of your physique and energy. Enjoy!"

Giving her his thanks, Michael took a slice and then a bite. To his delight, the taste was amazing; not only did the toppings provide a rich flavor, but also served as the crunch with the fluffy crust to create a perfect combination that melted in his mouth. The ratio between the cheese and tomato sauce was great too, as the whole slice held together in his hands. Apparently, his stomach also approved, as it rumbled contentedly while he proceeded to take several more bites. But then, he realized that Chica was still standing there patiently.

"Is something wrong?" Michael asked after swallowing.

"You made a strange face after the first bite," she said with an odd expression. "Is it alright?"

He holds up the bitten slice in his hand. "It's perfect, thank you—just what I needed. Easily the best pizza I've ever had."

Chica's eyes glitter rapidly as she suddenly beams with joy. Just as suddenly, she pulled Michael into a brief hug, smothering his face in the silicone softness of her bosom. "Oh, thank you! I personally helped make this! Coming from a fellow employee, this means so much to me!" Letting go, she cupped his face. "If you want anything else, just let me know, and I'll serve you to your satisfaction." With that, she trotted away happily, with a bigger spring in her step this time.

Michael sat stunned on the spot, not noticing the envious stares of the guys sitting around him. If her delightful tone didn't take him off guard, her open gesture of affection sure did. Not to mention the feel of her soft, humanlike skin and flesh… Ridding himself of that thought, he resumed to take another bite only to notice something dripping from his face. Sure enough, he saw red drops on his lap's napkin. Thinking he had some tomato sauce on his mouth, he proceeded to use his napkin to wipe his mouth. Except, he realized the red drops were not from the pizza.

They were drops of blood from the small nosebleed he was having.

Upon finishing his pizza dinner, it was half an hour before closing time, and some of the patrons had begun to leave for the night. As they did, Michael began his duties. Taking a tray from the bar, he gathered all the used—and unused—dishes from the tables and took them to the kitchen, where the auto-washing conveyor line would do the rest. Then, he wetted a cleaning cloth from the supply room and wiped down the tables and chairs, along with the bar counter. After that, it was just a matter of sweeping up the trash scattered all around the clubroom floor; normally vacuuming would be done as well, as Mr. Afton explained, but power cuts had to be made so that wasn't done until the morning shift just before opening.

By the time Michael finished the cleansing part of his work, he breathed a sigh of relief. He still had to restock the bar again, but that could wait in a bit. Opting his intended duty as a break from the extra work, he made his way to the security room—but not before leaving some cash near the bar's register to pay for his meal, along with a sizable tip for the girl who served him. He decided that even if she wasn't a real person, there was no denying she was sweet enough to deserve something for making something with her own two hands.

Call me a sucker for good girls.

As he was about to disappear into the small hallway, he took a quick glance around. To his shock, he saw a yellow figure suddenly standing by the bar, staring down at the bar register with a surprised look on her face. With one hand raised to her chest, she looked up at him, a clear blush coloring her cheeks.

Chica noticed the tip to her.

Embarrassed at being found out, Michael dashed into the hallway and secured himself at his post.

"Hello there! If you're hearing this, and you made it to the second shift, so congrats are in order! Now, I won't talk quite as long this time since Frenni and her friends tend to become more active the longer you work here. J-Just remember to keep peeking at those cameras, just to make sure everyone's where they should be, okay? Um, right, I forgot to emphasize the importance of your door lights. So, i-in case you hadn't noticed from last night, there are a few blind spots in your camera views; and one of them happens to be right outside your doors. If you can't find something... or someone... on your cameras, be-be sure to check the door lights... 'cause chances are they'll be right there without you noticing. You might have only a few seconds to react, uh... but not to worry, of course! I-I'm not implying that you'd be in any danger... j-just be aware of how fast they can be. Certainly scared the hell out of most of the staff—might explain their leaving. …Or maybe Afton gave 'em the boot for being tired of their complaints?... Oh! Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The girl in there seems unique in that she prefers the cameras remain unfocused on her area. Maybe she doesn't like being watched? I don't know. A-Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control. Uhh... talk to you soon!"

That was the message recorded on the phone this time when Michael saw it blinking again. Seeing there being two more such recordings, he was tempted to hear them as well, but decided against it. He figured that whoever worked here before him had intentionally arranged these messages in order to help any future employees starting off their shifts. In addition, he couldn't afford to listen to them since he spent cleansing the clubroom longer than he intended; when he entered the security room the second time, he saw the time read 12:46am, which meant his shift began long ago.

And after being startled by Chica's presence by the bar, he didn't have the will to divert his attention again.

A couple of hours had passed since he began his watch-duty tonight, and he kept his eyes on the screens the whole time. So far, everything seemed in order. The cameras showed Frenni and Bonni were in their recharge pods. Still no sign of Foxxy, though—he made sure to keep a lookout for her this time. But the real problem continued to mill around the club floor.

Chica had been out and about since the start of his shift, and this concerned him. After operating all day and acting as a waitress in the evening, she should have gone to her recharge pod by now. Yet, from what he could see on the monitors, she was absentmindedly checking things out. Looking down at the list on his desk, he noted the bar restock was left uncrossed. He had yet to finish that job, and he felt uneasy about doing it while she was in the same area. His apprehension had mixed with suspicion as he observed her movements: he felt like she was waiting for something to happen.

Warily, he rechecked the other cameras with a glance. There was a bit of movement in the animatronics' room; while Frenni remained in her pod, Bonni had just woken up, and was stepping out of hers. Groaning at the fact that he now had to watch out for two of the girls, he rechecked the main feed to the clubroom, he saw another change. Chica had vanished.

Where'd she go?! She was right there a few seconds ago! Michael was about to scan the rest of the monitors, when he remembered what tonight's phone recording had said. Turning to the window facing the eastern hallway, there was nothing but darkness. A sneaking suspicion wormed into his mind as he gazed through the window. Trusting his instinct, he flipped the corridor light switch on—

—to see Chica standing right there staring at him.

Flinging his fist down on the button, the door shut her out immediately. Gasping at the jump scare, Michael grabbed his chest with a hand. After several seconds, he heard the window being lightly tapped on. The view that greeted him was the orange-capped girl pressing herself lewdly against the glass, biting her lower lip sweetly. He even saw the vague outline of nipples through her apron while she wiggled her hips.

"Mike-ey, are you still hungry?" she cooed erotically. "I'll let you eat anything you ask… You can even eat me this time." She then dragged a hand from the glass to between her legs.

Not wanting another nosebleed like before, he turned away and pinched his nose shut. After some deep breaths, he collected his thoughts. "N-No, I'm fine, thank you," he said, albeit with a weird voice because of his pinched nose. "But, might I ask why you were walking around out there this whole time?" There was a short pause before she answered.

"I wanted to thank you for your generosity. No one has complimented my food before, or left me a tip like you did." Rotating his chair, he saw Chica was no longer being lewd, but rather shy. Like before, her hand was back above her chest, and her blush had returned. This version of her was more innocent, and allowed him to gather his remaining wits. "I was waiting for you to come out so I could thank you."

"Well, if you want to thank me," he said kindly, "how about you head back to the recharge pods and rest up? I bet you're pretty low on power after working all day and night, along with all that wandering about. You deserve the rest."

Her eyes flickered for a second before she smiled warmly. "Okay. If that is what you wish." With that, she vanished from view.

The sound of her heels became fainter, and he was sure she was going where he ordered. Just to be safe, though, he inspected the camera feed overlooking the clubroom and adjusted the camera. Chica was indeed headed for the back hallway—at first. When she reached the main stage, Bonni was already out and playing with one of the stage poles. He witnessed them facing each other and they appeared to be conversing with each other. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could see they were excited about something. Chica was doing a little happy dance on her heels, while Bonni looked on with a posture of great interest. Then, both of them looked up at the very camera he was seeing through. Creepy. After a moment, Chica proceeded to the back hallway towards her recharge pod, while Bonni remained by the main stage.

Resetting the shut door and lights, Michael leaned back in his chair. With Chica gone, it was just her friend now. However, since Bonni had time to recharge herself, who knew how long she'd be out and about until 6am? He prayed it wouldn't be long; after all, the bar wasn't going to restock itself on another prayer. And there was no way he could ask any of the girls, because they would not likely be programmed for such things. On the other hand, they were programmed to be able to have conversations with people. That was the case last night with Frenni, and tonight with Chica. Curiosity touched his mind as he stared at the camera feed where Bonni was, and he wondered to himself. What were they talking about?

And just his luck, he was about to find out.

At that moment, he noticed Bonni heading into the western hallway at a quick pace. This time, he was ready; he already reached for both the corridor light and the door button. By the time she got to the door, it had long been lit up and shut tight. Seeing her path was blocked, she shortly lost interest and peeked through the window. Michael knew she was staring at him, and he couldn't help but smirk a bit in confidence for foiling her attempt so soon. Better still, the power for the doors was at 69% capacity, so he had more than enough to keep her out. After a moment, Bonni smirked back.

"So, you're the new guy working here," she said enthusiastically through the glass. "Chica told me a bit about you."

There's my answer. "I figured as much," Michael replied slowly. "I saw you two in the camera."

Bonni's lavender-pink eyes trailed over him, checking him out. "You're a real cutie. I can see why she's interested in you." She wiggled her form faintly.

"T-Thanks," he said. "I was just being nice."

His response clearly had an effect on her, as she bit her lip in anticipation. She slowly joined her hands above her head, and tilted her hips—actions which raised her tank top bottom closer to her endowed breasts. "Tell you what, Mr. Nice Guy," Bonni asked as she lightly shook her chest, "How about you come out of your little man-cave there and be Mr. 'Naughty' Guy with me?"

Cough!

That wiped the smirk off his face as he tried to regain his thoughts. As he did, he glimpsed the checklist laying on his desk. Only one chore was undone. Taking a look back at the monitors, he observed the animatronics' room and witnessed Frenni stepping out of her pod. An idea then popped in his head, and he turned back to the bunny girl.

"Maybe I will come out," he said simply. Bonni's eyes lit up in excitement, but Michael immediately raised a finger at her. "Buuuut… why don't you take the time instead to tell your friend Frenni about me? She's woken up now, and perhaps she'd be interested in hearing about my exchange with Chica as well."

Like with Chica, Bonni's eyes flickered to blue, and the hue vanished just as suddenly. "Alright, I'll tell her. But I'll be keeping my eye on all on you from now on," she purred, and with a hand trailing along the window, she walked off.

Following her movement via monitors, Michael sighted the bunny girl heading for the back hallway, and he didn't move until she entered the recharge room. The moment she seemingly began conversing with the awakened Frenni Fazclaire, he made his move.

Deactivating the eastern door only, Michael made a mad dash out through the club and into the bar's storage room. Once inside, he made sure the door was shut before quickly rearranging and setting up the soda bottles for the bar. Finally, when he made sure they were set, he darted into the bar and set up the bottles into their proper places. And just as quickly, he dashed back into the security room. While breathing hard, he saw Frenni and Bonni still conversing in their room on-screen.

Michael sighed in great relief. His idea had worked. By having Bonni engaged with her fellow animatronics in a way that would take time, he arranged the girls to be situated at a single place, and thereby allowing him to complete his business at the bar without hindrance. With that done, his checklist was finished. The only uncertainty was how long he would have before the girls got disinterested and began roaming the club again, which was why he had to hurry. All the same, he was glad it worked out for now. While he calmed his breathing with his hands on his knees, he noticed a dried drop near his foot. Hoping one of those bar bottles didn't leak on his shoe, he held his foot up closer but found no such stain marks. He bit his lip, wondering in confusion—and tasted dried iron.

Grabbing a tissue from the desk, he wiped his nose… and found the source.

Dammit, he cursed as he witnessed his second nosebleed. First Chica, and now Bonni? What is wrong with these girls? —Or better yet, what is wrong with me?! If they keep it up like this, I might actually die in here… from lack of blood to keep my pace, that is.

Luckily for him, there were no other incidents for the rest of his shift. Yet, he remained uncomfortable even after leaving the building and removing the makeshift tissue plugs he had stuffed in his nose.