Five Sexy Nights at Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub

Prologue: The New Security Guard

Editor's Note: Hello everyone and welcome to this new short series that I wrote. The following series was made to coincide with the release of the new Five Nights at Freddy's movie and is based off of the game Fap Nights at Frenni's, an NSFW game made by FatalFire. Please keep in mind that the events in this short series are not the same as the game itself and all characters (with the exception of a few OCs I made for this story) belong to CrypticaCurves and FatalFire and the Five Night at Freddy's series belongs to Scott Cawthon. With that in mind, please enjoy.

Life is cruel. Utterly fucking cruel. Some may say that it's only temporary, but for me, it was never ending. It began about as far back as my days in high school when my dad started hanging out with some slut from the office he worked at. One day, when I came home from school, I found him on the couch in the living room, balls deep inside of that skank like he wasn't married already. Even though he told me that day that it would never happen again, those words ended up being nothing but wind and air because I found that bitch at home with him multiple times up until Mom found out. After she and Dad filed for divorce, he left us to fend for ourselves and Mom started drinking heavy every day, leaving me to keep things organized at home when she wasn't sober. After I had graduated, I decided to move out so I wouldn't be too much of a burden to Mom, and I managed to find a decently priced apartment that wasn't too far away from her. After I had settled in, I managed to get a job that had a good pay rate and I managed to work there for a good long while and saved up a good amount while also sending some to Mom to keep her afloat. However, keeping a job proved to be a lot harder than I had ever thought as I soon found myself bouncing from job to job anytime I was either let go because of "budget cuts" or because of my temper. Although I was able to make ends meet at first, I soon found myself needing to take money out of my former college funds just to get by. There was a brief period of happiness when I met a girl at a restaurant we both worked at and we struck up a relationship. But that relationship didn't last long as, a week later, just I had found out about Dad cheating on Mom, I came back to my apartment and found her getting fucked by a bunch of guys even though she had told me she was saving herself. On top of that, the next day, I made the foolish decision of starting an argument with her at work, which led to me getting fired. That was just a few days ago. Now, here I was, 27 years old, currently unemployed, angry with the world, and sitting at a diner, talking with my only friend about the whole thing. His name was Mark, a decent and sympathetic guy who I had been friends with since the first job I worked at and was usually always there for me to talk or vent to when I really needed to. And, needless to say, he was really shocked about the whole situation I had been through.

"Oh man… Jason… I'm really sorry, man," Mark said as I took a sip of my coffee.

"What do you have to be sorry for? You're not the one who gave the cunt the keys to my apartment," I replied in bitterness and anger.

"I mean… I always thought that she was happy being with you. You always treated her so good. I didn't expect her to go and pull a stunt like that."

"Yeah… well, that's just how life is… for every good thing, there's gotta be five bad things that occur. And that shit's been true to me throughout my life…"

"Jason, come on, man… you've always managed to bounce back every time something bad happens… why should this be any different?" Mark asked, prompting me to scoff.

"Says the guy who's still got a girlfriend…" I said scornfully before Mark suddenly went silent and looked down at his cup in sadness.

"Actually… me and Molly broke up recently. It was a mutual decision… but she and I both agreed that it wasn't really working out between us that much," Mark said. I couldn't help but feel just a small bit sympathetic for him.

"…Yeah, well… just be glad your relationship ended better than mine did. You got a better deal…" I replied flatly, which unfortunately came off sounding a bit rude and prompted Mark to look at me with a stern expression.

"Jace… I get that you've had a rough life and all… but you don't have to be all bitter and resentful towards EVERYONE. There are a lot of people out there who've probably got it worse than you do right now. How do you expect to hold a job if you act angry all the time?" Mark asked before I stood up and shuffled through my wallet until I found a five-dollar bill, which I handed to him.

"Maybe, at this point, being angry is just how I cope. I gotta go. Thanks for the coffee," I said before I left the diner and started the long walk towards my apartment. It was a a relatively quiet and peaceful walk during this lovely spring morning and there were a few people on the sidewalk who gave me a friendly smile or wave despite my angry expression. Still, there were times that I wished it wasn't as quiet as it was now, what with the painful and anger-inducing memories I had going on in my head. Once I got back to my apartment, I fell face first onto my bed and just laid there for a while in quiet contemplation before I pulled out my laptop and logged onto to see if there were any new jobs available. As I was looking through the available options, my phone went off to tell me that my mom was calling. Me and her hadn't really talked that much ever since I moved out and I was hesitant to talk to her since my life really wasn't on the up and up at the moment, so I just let it go to voicemail and waited until she was finished before I played the recording she left.

"Jason? Sweetie? It's Mom. I was calling because it's been a while since we last talked and I… really miss talking to you. Last time it sounded like things were finally getting better and now I'm not hearing anything from you… *sigh* Listen… I understand that things haven't exactly been the same since your father left us… but there has to come a point where you can move on from this. You don't have to let his mistakes define who you are now. Things will get better if you ALLOW them to. Just please call me back when you get this. I love you. And tell Veronica I said hi," the voicemail said before it finally stopped. I could only feel a mixture of sadness and anger after hearing that voicemail. I felt anger because she brought up the two people who had caused me the most misery in my life. But I also felt sad because both she and Mark were right. I was letting the actions of both define who I was, and it wasn't exactly what any sort of employer was looking for in a worker. I had to straighten myself out somehow. I just wasn't sure where to start at the moment. As I continued to scroll through the jobs listed, one suddenly grabbed my attention, and I scrolled back up to it to see what it was. Surprisingly, it was a job offer from the one and only Frenni Fazclaire's nightclub, which was offering the position of a security guard for the night shift, with a pay rate of $10 an hour from 12 AM to 6 AM. Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub was a popular nightclub made by the company, Fazclaire Entertainment, a sister company to Fazbear Entertainment Inc that, thankfully, didn't have all of the problems that Fazbear Entertainment had racked up over the years. The nightclub was specifically designed for adults, where you could play arcade games or pool, eat pizza and drink high-quality beer, and enjoy some entertainment from the four sexy animatronic waitresses that lived there. It was hard to believe that they were actually hiring, but I was confused as to why a nightclub would even need a security guard in the first place. Still, the pay was too good for me to pass up, so I called the number listed and waited until someone picked up.

"Fazclaire Entertainment, how can I help you?" a female voice asked.

"Hi, my name is Jason Miller. I saw that you had a job offering for a security guard at Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub?" I responded.

"Ah! Yes! Please wait while I connect you to Mrs. Claire," the voice said before some lovely music started playing. After a few minutes, someone finally picked up and a more mature female voice spoke.

"Mr. Miller? This is Marie Claire, the owner of Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub. You called about applying for the security guard position?" the voice said. I was shocked that I was actually speaking with the owner of the nightclub itself.

"Um… yes ma'am. Is the position still available?" I asked.

"It is. What time can you be at the nightclub for an interview?"

"Well… I'm only ten minutes away…" I started to say before Mrs. Claire cut me off.

"Perfect, I'll see you then," she said before the line disconnected. I was taken aback by how fast the phone call went, but I decided not to question it at the moment and instead left my apartment and headed towards the nightclub. After ten minutes of walking, I finally arrived at Fazclaire's in all of its glory. The outside of the building wasn't anything too fancy aside from a big neon sign that had the name of the place, along with the hair, ears, and top hat of Frenni Fazclaire, but it was still famous enough that it didn't really need to be that flashy on the outside to hide the fun and excitement inside. Of course, when I got to the double doors, it had a sign on it saying "Closed", though I could see that there was a girl inside at the reception desk, pacing back and forth while checking their phone. When I got to the door, I lightly knocked on the glass, which frightened the girl for a second, but she quickly regained her composure, walked over to the door and unlocked it before she then opened it.

"Mr. Miller?" the girl asked.

"Yes ma'am. And you must be..." I started to say as I extended my hand, only for the girl to quickly usher me inside.

"Sarah Thomason. I'm Mrs. Claire's assistant. Please come in. She's waiting for you," the girl said. I was a bit confused by her nervous and fidgety demeanor, but I just shrugged it off and walked inside before Sarah locked the door behind me and led me into the main room. The main room consisted of several round tables with chairs all around them and a few booths, some arcade games and some billiard tables near the door to the restrooms on the right side of the room, a bar where drinks were served that was near a door to the kitchen, the Booty Cove, Fexa the Fox's stage, and a door that had " Parts and Maintenance" on the left side, and, of course, the main stage where the other three waitresses, Frenni Fazclaire, Bonfie, and Chiku, were standing, which was right next to the reception area.

"Wait here for a moment. Mrs. Claire had to use the powder room just before you arrived. I'll go get her out," Sarah said before she sped off into the restroom area, leaving me to explore the main room by myself. It felt so strange, finally being here in an adult nightclub that I had always wanted to go to after graduation but couldn't due to money problems… and problems in general with my life. And yet, here I was, standing in one of the greatest nightclubs ever known, where I was possibly going to get a job. As I was waiting for Sarah to get back, I strolled on over to the main stage so I could take a better look at the waitresses. In the center was Frenni Fazclaire herself, who's design was the most straight forward as she was a brown bear dressed like a business woman, even though she had a sort of half suit on, which covered her G-Cup breasts perfectly, safe for a bit of cleavage showing, while the stomach area was only half covered and she only had black panties on her lower half. Aside from that, she also had a purple manager badge that had her name on it, a black bow tie around her neck, a microphone in hand, a cute little black top hat, hollow blue eyes, blue eye shadow across her upper eyelids, brown hair that was medium-long and went down to her lower neck while the back of her hair was tied into a ponytail, and warm smile across her face. To Frenni's right was Bonfie, who was an indigo-colored bunny and the guitarist of the group during the trio's performance onstage. Aside from the floppy bunny ears atop her head, Bonfie also had hollow pink eyes, short hair with bangs covering her left eye, red eyeshadow, a cute and dainty bunny nose, protruding buck teeth, and two little red stars on the right side of her hair. In terms of clothes, Bonfie was the most properly dressed of the group as she was wearing a dark red dress with straps that left her F-cup sized cleavage exposed while it covered her butt just barely, though it wasn't that hard to discover that she was wearing some lacy red panties, and she had a red bow tie, black fingerless gloves covering her forearms and matching stockings. And last but not least, standing to Frenni's left, was the yellow chicken simply known as Chiku… who didn't really look that much like a chicken as the only thing chicken-like on her were the feathers on her arms and her feathery tail. Aside from that, her face looked like that of a super cute girl, complete with hollow neon pink eyes, short yellow hair done up in a high ponytail that was held together by a pink scrunchie, and black eyeshadow. As for her clothes, she definitely wore the least amount as she only had on a white crop top that had the word, "Rave" written across it, which could barely even contain her massive H-cup sized boobs, black short shorts that looked more like a G-string, neon orange stockings, several hair clips, one of them being a slice of pizza, and pink neon rings around her wrists. It was obvious that she was designed to be the party girl of the group. All three of these animatronics were clearly not designed to entertain kids, but rather adults. Specifically adult males. They probably enjoyed the show these three put on and could only imagine what it would be like to fuck them backstage without anyone noticing. But as my mind continued to wander, my thoughts turned toward how Dad cheated on Mom and how my ex cheated on me until I angrily lowered my head and shut my eyes as I tried to get those bad memories out of my mind. This wasn't the time to be reminiscing about my past and letting those bad memories put me in a bad mood. Today was the day to start fresh and move on. If I was going to land this position, I had to do it with a smile. I then took a deep breath, cleared my head, and opened my eyes… only to see that Frenni was now staring down at ME, which freaked me out a little. My eyes looked back at Bonfie and Chiku, who were still blankly staring straight ahead, and then looked back at Frenni, who was still staring at me. Was she glitching? Was she staring at me on purpose? Was she accidentally left on? I really didn't know. But as I continued to stare in bewilderment, all of a sudden, without so much as a warning, Frenni stuck out her tongue and gave me a brief wink before she went back to just staring at me while I was caught off guard by the whole thing. Was Frenni Fazclaire… FLIRTING with me? Before I could ask her if she was, I was distracted by the sound of a door opening and turned to see Sarah steeping out with another woman who was more mature looking and had white hair that had this sort of spikiness to it up top while she was wearing glasses, a casual business suit and high heels. And her tits? MY GOD, they looked like they were about a J-size and they jiggled along with her ass with every step that she took. It was a wonder how her suit kept them perfectly concealed without it busting open.

"Mr. Miller?" the woman asked as she extended her hand toward me, snapping me out of my mesmerized state as I cleared my throat and took her hand.

"Uh… yes, ma'am that's me. And I'm guessing that you're Mrs. Claire?" I asked, prompting the woman's plump red lips to curve into a smile.

"You presume correctly. I'm pleased that you were interested in applying for the security guard night shift position," Mrs. Claire said.

"Um, well… I've been trying to find a job for a while and it's always been my… *ahem* dream to come to Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub. I just didn't expect to have BOTH happen on the same day…" I said nervously as I tried to regain my composure. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough as Mrs. Claire noticed me sweating and shaking.

"Mr. Miller, is everything alright?" she asked as I froze up.

"Yes… it's just… forgive me if I'm being too forward ma'am but… you look absolutely STUNNING. I mean, I was expecting that you were beautiful but you've exceeded my expectations… ma'am…," I replied as I bit my lower lip and gave Mrs. Claire an awkward smile. She just stared at me with wide eyes in response before she chuckled softly.

"Well, I'm flattered by such a wonderful comment. Anyway, let's get down to business. Do you have your resume with you?" Mrs. Claire asked.

"I do," I said as I pulled out my resume and handed it to her before she took a few minutes to look it over.

"Hm… it seems that you've had quite a bunch of previous jobs. Mostly part time," Mrs. Claire said.

"Some of them had me going nowhere. Other times I was let go because of 'budget cuts', so they've told me. I know that job-hopping isn't really a good thing to some employers…" I said sheepishly.

"Yes, well… I'm not like most employers. I prefer to be more open-minded. In our current society, it can be hard to hold a job sometimes. Besides, I admire someone who possesses multiple skills. Tell me, have you ever worked as a security guard?"

"I haven't, ma'am. But I'm a fast learner."

"You've already seen in our ad what your hours will be, correct?"

"12 AM to 6 AM, ma'am."

"Are you up to working the night shift?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, ma'am," I said, prompting Mrs. Claire to smile again.

"Excellent. Allow me to explain what it is that you'll be doing. This way please," Mrs. Claire said before she started to lead me and Sarah towards one of the hallways. As we were walking, I took a quick glance back at Frenni, who was now staring blankly ahead like the other two animatronics rather than right at me. I wasn't sure if I had just imagined that she was flirting with me a minute ago or not, but I had more important things to worry about at the moment. After Mrs. Claire led us down a hallway that was checkered purple and light blue with posters of Frenni, Bonfie, and Chiku all along it, we finally got to a large room at the end that looked like an office, which had a comfy looking office chair, a huge desk with a metal fan and a laptop on it and six large monitors on the wall while there was a window on each side and two buttons next to the doorways marked "Door" and "Light".

"This is where you'll be stationed during the night shift. You'll check in every night at 11:30 and do a quick check of the place to make sure everything is is in order, after which you'll sit in here and monitor everything on these monitors, which are all linked to the cameras in this building, safe for the camera in the kitchen, which only has audio. If you see any sort of suspicious activity on any of the cameras, just walk out there and check to see what's happening. You'll continue to monitor the place until 6 AM, after which you'll do one final check and the clock out. You are permitted to take bathroom breaks and walk around if the need arises and there is water and soda at the bar should you get thirsty. My only rule for you is to keep things professional. That means no goofing off during work hours, no heavy drinking while on the job, and no bringing anyone in after hours. Do you have any questions?" Mrs. Claire asked.

"A few, actually. My first is: Why do you need a security guard working here in the first place?" I asked.

"Welllll… you see, our animatronic waitresses are REALLY popular with the guys who visit. They sometimes even get a little handsy with them, which activates a special security measure in the waitress's programming that warns the customer not to touch them like that again or they'll be removed from the premises by security. Unfortunately, we found out a couple of months back that the security measure turns itself off when the nightclub is closed, which means the girls won't object to being touched and… all that other stuff if they're approached when the place is closed," Sarah explained.

"Has that ever happened?" I asked.

"No, but I would prefer that it didn't come to that. Unlike Fazbear Entertainment, who just wait until a problem gets substantially worse before taking action, we at Fazclaire Entertainment take necessary precautions to ensure that a problem doesn't arise," Mrs. Claire replied. I could tell she really did take pride in her company and what it represented safety wise. She was the spitting image of a good businesswoman if I had ever seen one.

"OK. My second question is: What are the doors for in this office?" I asked, pointing to the buttons on the doorway.

"Oh, those are also just precautions. We had those installed when questions arose concerning the animatronics themselves, seeing as Fazbear Entertainment's animatronics didn't have the best history. In fact, the previous security guard who worked the night shift here said he had to use those the last night he was here because the animatronics were 'trying to kill him', which is impossible seeing as the animatronics shouldn't be able to move around at night," Sarah explained, prompting me to give her a look of alarm.

"Shouldn't be?"

"No, they shouldn't. We were able to work around the problem with their servos locking up by running them through a test performance every morning to make sure that they were in good shape to perform when the place opens at 5 PM. And they never get physical with anyone. They're actually pretty calm…" Sarah started to say before I heard a slight buzz and saw Mrs. Claire taking out her phone before she stared at the screen for a minute and then put it away.

"Mr. Miller, I apologize, but Sarah and I need to get going now if we're to be on time for an important appointment. Before I give you the job, would you mind telling me what the number one rule was?" Mrs. Claire asked.

"Keep things professional. No goofing, no drinking, and no sneaking anyone in," I replied with confidence. Mrs. Claire once again gave me a smile and then extended her hand and gave me a firm handshake.

"You're hired. Welcome to Fazclaire Entertainment, Mr. Miller. You start tonight at 11:30 sharp. Oh, and one more thing: I'll need you to tell Sarah your measurements so she can get your uniform ready for tonight. I look forward to working with you," she said before she started to lead me and Sarah outside. On the way out, Sarah asked me about what size shirt, pants, and shoes I wore and jotted down the measurements on a notepad as we stepped outside and Mrs. Claire locked the door.

"Great! I'll get that uniform ready for you by tonight when you come in, Mr. Miller! Pleasure to be working with you!" Sarah said ecstatically as she shook my hand before Mrs. Claire walked up to me and strangely got close to my ear.

"I expect great things from you while you're working here, Jason," she said in a low voice, making me shiver a bit.

"I… won't let you down, ma'am," I said nervously. Mrs. Claire gave me another sweet smile as she began walking toward a car that had just pulled up.

"I know you won't…" she said with a wink before Sarah climbed into the car and they drove off, leaving me on the sidewalk all by my lonesome. I was extremely elated and couldn't help but whoop with joy before I started running back home to get ready for the night shift. I was going to be working at THE Frenni Fazclaire's Nightclub! Things were finally starting to look up in my life and I could only hope that it would get better from here on out!

End of Prologue