Hi guys, here's a story request from conartist122. I hope you all enjoy it. Also, a huge thank you for all the support for my Harry Potter and Hermione oneshot and my Gregory x Vanny story. It means a lot.

By the way, if you're wondering why I haven't been uploading lately, I've been dealing with some urgent family matters that apparently 8 grown men and women couldn't figure out without a 24-year-old to help them. My family are arseholes and time wasters, but you know. Sorry for not uploading in a while.

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"Speaking"

[fazwatch]

{thoughts}

Gregory is 16 (as is legal age in the uk )

I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of the characters. They belong to Scott Cawthon.

This story contains smut and swearing. If you don't like that, don't read this story. I am dyslexic, so sorry for any mistakes I make. Auto-correct can only help so much. Now that is out of the way, let's get on with the show.

(Gregory pov)

He hated this godforsaken place. He felt like a rat running through a maze. The streets were dangerous, and everything else was just fucked up.

Killer animatronics are looking to rip his head off, a creepy rabbit lady that causes his head to go fuzzy and a static noise to sound in his ears, and a nightmare-fueled daycare attendant. {Who the fuck designed that fucking thing honestly needs to go seek help}.

Running for your life was at least a great workout. His legs were burning, and his heart was beating like a drum. If he made it out of here alive, he should have legs like tree trunks.

At least he had one friend here. Freddy the bear himself was as friendly and optimistic as he sounded, and his chest compartment was quite comfortable and warm. But he knew that it was temporary, and sooner or later, the bandmates would figure out he was with Freddy and rip open his compartment just to get at Gregory.

Though not everything was so bad, the female band members were hot.

Whoever designed them was a person of culture and had an eye for what a young lad like him liked to see.

that nice arse led him to the kitchen where he saw her enter while hiding behind a plant pot, watching her hips and arse as she entered.

He peeked over the countertop just in time to see Chica bent over, eating a pepperoni pizza on the bottom shelf. Why would someone leave it out there? Who knew, but thank god they did, as it gave him a perfect view of her arse cheeks in all their pale, glorious, jiggling, sexy... oh... fuck.

He could see her leotard straining to contain her, which made him rock hard as he imagined grinding his cock against her arse crack. The pleasure it would bring him. {I wonder if they have the right anatomy for sex?}

He knew that now was not the time for such things, but his mind could not help it.

[beeeeep]

{Oh god, no Freddy, please fuck off.}

[Gregory, are you okay? I can't find you anywhere. The tracker in your watch seems to be faulty.]

At last, it powered off, but he knew it was too late as he could hear Chica's exo creak and whine right next to him. His body broke out in cold sweat. He knew he might die right here and now, and at least he got to see Chica's fine arse one last time.

{ I know I have been a pervert, oh Lord, but don't hold it against me at the pearly gates. Please, Lord, be kind to me as I have lived a short but inventive life. Amen.}

His prayer done, his eyes looked upon his soon-to-be killer, her eyes shining with light and her shell reflecting the dull light from the ceiling. That leotard, built for sin, may be the last sight he sees, but at least he would die getting an eyeful.

He could swear that she had a camel toe if he looked close enough and a slight wet patch, not to mention her slightly erect nipples. But his eyes might just be playing tricks on him.

Her head tilted to the side as she looked down at him. Her beak opened, and her hands twitched, emitting a low crooning noise. It spooked him a bit, but he didn't dare move.

"Hey there, little boy. You're lost, hmm?"

His heart at that moment seemed to want to escape from his ribs. His breath came in shallow pants as his mind worked overtime to think of something to say.

"Err, hi, Miss Chica. Sorry to disturb you. I just saw you come in here and kinda followed you in. Please don't hurt me."

She seemed to consider what he said for a moment before kneeling down to be eye level with him. He wasn't going to lie; he was shitting himself. She could easily kill him anytime she wanted, but for some reason, she just didn't seem to want to.

"No, I don't wanna hurt ya, kiddo. I just wanted to find you, but kinda got side-tracked a bit looking for food, hehe."

That makes no sense. How can a robot eat? Who the hell made her want to eat?

"Miss Chica, not to be rude, but how can you eat?"

"Oh, that's easy. The company that made us gave us batteries that need power. We can get that through charging stations or food. Although food isn't very effective for power, and it causes the staff headaches when we eat because we eat a lot. But most of the time, we only eat with customers who pay for us to sit and spend time with their children."

She seemed to think for a moment, as if trying to word the answer correctly.

"Our stomachs hold advanced electrolyte acid, and we can take them out and put them in storage if the need arises. But I keep mine in most of the time. Only Freddy doesn't use his most of the time, as he is always carrying large cakes and gifts in his stomach chamber."

"So, does that mean you guys need to... you know, use the toilet?"

She seemed to be taken aback by that question and seemed to be in shock. Had no one ever asked that before?

"Errrrrr, are you sure you want to know that, kiddo? I mean, I know you're a teen and all, but it's kind of an awkward question."

He thought about that a bit before coming to the conclusion that, yeah, he wanted to know.

"I mean, yeah, I want to know. It's interesting, especially if you are as advanced as you say. I might learn something."

Chica seemed even more perplexed by his response but seemed to understand where he was coming from. He had no perverted intentions that she could see.

"Well, hmm, where to begin? Well, yeah, we do use toilets when we eat the acid, which, while strong, isn't infallible. We aren't able to dissolve large quantities of grease and meat. So waste products can build up if not regulated by the service team, which, for me, happens a lot more often. So, yeah, our bodies are equipped to do regular... waste management."

She seemed to peer at his face, which at this point had rapt attention written all over it, which surprised her. He genuinely was interested in the band's inner workings. {What a weird kid} "So, not to be weird or anything, but do you have human body parts to expel waste?"

{What the hell does this kid want to know that for? Was he another pervert, trying to see if there was a way of sleeping with her or Roxy? It has happened quite a few times, but only they and the service team could know the truth about the way they were made to work.}

{i mean, giving the band human shapes she could understand, but giving them all the functions of humans was at times a hassle to deal with if she was honest}

"Good question, kiddo. Yes, we do have the required parts to pee and all that jazz. Why the company that made us built us that way is a mystery, but it is what it is."

Gregory seemed to be deep in thought at this revolutionary information, which made Chica very wary of what he may ask next.

"Hmm, so all the band members are equipped with this technology. That's weird. I wonder why the company decided to give you all these functions, considering that you will be around children. It would be quite controversial if people found out, but I guess..."

"The pros outweigh the cons with the advantages and advances made in biomechanical engineering, though your creation."

This was not what Chica thought he would say. It sounded like something an adult twice his age would say.

She stared at him in shock and awe at the sheer brains this teen had shown in the last few minutes. As well as the sheer brass balls he had for asking such questions in the first place.Then again since the alert when out from officer vannessa he had mannaged to avoid her and the other band mates and staff bots.

"Well, I really don't know what to say, kiddo. That line of thought was quite advanced for someone your age and very well thought out, if I might say. But listen, kiddo, you shouldn't be found in here by the security guard Vanessa. She would throw a fit if she found you in here. I think you should be able to leave at 6 am when the staff arrive. If you want my help?"

He seemed to consider her offer. He was obviously travelling with Freddy before, but with him being a teen and Freddy being disconnected from the mainframe due to his malfunction earlier, it meant that he had to charge every hour for a while until the staff fixed him.

{Poor kid, I wonder why he was scared of me finding him? Should I ask him? Nah, I am better off getting to know him more and getting him some food. He looks half-starved, and he seems more intelligent than he looks. I wonder how long he and Freddy have been friends, judging by Freddy calling him. It must have been a few hours if he sounded that concerned.}

The look of thought upon his face while he decided was intense, to say the least. It made her scared and worried that he may reject her offer...

Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I have a plan for this story. Don't worry; I will be writing when my work allows me. I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter.