“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. A Magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.” The letter began.
“Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property of person. Upon discovering that damage of death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.”
You’d read enough at that point. There was an instructional VHS tape on your duties and how to operate the monitors, but you didn’t need to see it. You’ve seen plenty of tapes like that before, and you didn’t have enough coffee to see you through the night and that utter snooze fest.
Sitting in your office you decided to take a look around and familiarise yourself with what would be your surroundings each night for the foreseeable future. There was a gaudy ‘let’s party’ banner above the door to the right and a creepy looking empty exoskeleton standing firm next to a bench upon which your monitors stood. A box of disused parts sat in the corner gathering dust. A few drinks sat on the desk in striped cups, but they sure as hell weren’t yours. They’d been there for far too long. Giving one a prod you discerned there was most definitely something in there, and judging by the smell it’d been there a long time. Somehow you managed to overcome your curiosity and leave the lid in place. You’re not paid to clean, so there it would stay.
You rocked back in your chair and kicked your feet up on the desk. You thought to yourself how boring this would be.
Sliding the control monitor off the desk and into you lap you flicked through the settings and familiarised yourself with what to do. CAM SYSTEM, VENT SYSTEM, and DUCT SYSTEM were lit up on the side of the screen in green boxes, with a map of the building beneath it showing where the cameras were. You really didn’t think anyone would be sneaking in here at night, it was a crusty old pizza joint for kids. Who’d want to break into that? Then again, who’d hire someone to watch this place at night?
‘Don’t overthink this, Blake.’ You mutter to yourself, tapping away at the camera controls on the monitor. Even in the light this place didn’t seem all that welcoming; the animatronic animals were creepy enough with their jarred movements and eyes that just… stare past you. At least in the dark you couldn’t see the sticky stains on the floor, the mould seeping through the wallpaper or make out any of the God-awful posters.
Despite the ability to look past the collective mess of decades worth of hyperactive kids loaded with sugar, the animatronics stood right out at you each time you flipped the camera from one to the other. Sitting there in the darkness, silent. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you, your instincts seeing the murky shapes in the shadows as a threat to you.
Creepy and unnerving as it was you reassured yourself it was nothing, until you were just about to put the monitor down and close your eyes to see if you could nap your way through the night.
You flicked back to Camera 05, Foxy’s Pirate Cove. You’d been a kid once too; you even had a birthday party at their sister location many years ago and Foxy had always held a secret spot in your heart ever since. The blue-purple curtains with white stars now seemed more like something they’d use as carpet in a run down cinema, but they weren’t open before… were they?
From out of the crack in the curtains, an eye and ear looked out staring past the cameras. It was unmistakably Foxy, though it seemed more slender than you remembered. It was looking beaten up with the fur covering the endoskeleton ripped and matted, hanging off in places. Seems like some of the kids took to the stage and had a little too much fun, and you knew the staff weren’t paid enough or experienced enough to try and herd a bunch of screaming kids off of there.
“Looks like we’ve both seen some better days, eh?” You laugh to yourself, trying to ignore the part of your mind that saw the curtain closed just moments before. After all, you just flicked past the cameras, you probably didn’t notice them open when you looked. That’s all, right? The place was so quiet in the dark, all alone. You only had yourself to talk to.
Figuring out the other buttons you closed the doors and the vent, and turned your flashlight on and off. At least it had batteries. What kind of door only stays shut with the power though? It felt a little like a bunker in there. God, those doors were loud.
You decided to flick around and see what other animatronics you remembered, but going back onto the Camera system your heart suddenly jumped out of your chest. You weren’t imagining it before – the curtains were definitely closed before, and now, Foxy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was the darkness playing tricks on you, you tried to reason with yourself. ‘Maybe I’m going mad. Is there a carbon monoxide detector in this place?’
That shock was enough to get you to sit upright in your seat.
Smashing every camera on the monitor that you could your eyes darted around to search for movement, but nothing jumped out at you. Back on Cam 05, Foxy was back. Wait, no, Funtime Foxy? They had two foxy models here? You had no idea how they could have afforded that, but that definitely was not the fox from before. Before the thought of them being able to pay you a little more crossed your mind, Foxy reappeared in front of the camera from behind the curtain. He was more slender than before, and more curvy… this location had a female Foxy. Funtime Foxy too! Perhaps they were trying to expand their audience, you pondered.
Clearly they still had some batteries left since they were still moving around. Why the hell are these things still turned on, you wondered. Trying to make sense of what you were seeing, you glued your eyes on the screen. Foxy approached Funtime, taking her around the waist and pulling her in closer earning a grin in response.
They seemed to be talking, but you didn’t get sound on the stupid monitor. Without proper lips you couldn’t tell what they were trying to say, so you just watched.
Without warning or expectation they embraced in a passionate kiss and Funtime put her hands around Foxy, while Foxy’s hooked hand ran behind Funtime’s neck.
“What the fuck?!” you blurted out. ‘These things are just animatronics, they shouldn’t be capable of doing this.’ Honestly everything about this seemed off. There wasn’t much you could have done about it, so you just watched.
Funtime began to run her hands around Foxy’s waist, cupping an ass cheek and giving it a little squeeze. They kissed more, pulling each other closer and closer. Funtime’s exoskeletal breasts pressed against the plush fur of Foxy’s, and things seemed to heat up. Funtime took the charge and pushed Foxy back against the wall, grabbing her breasts in one hand and letting her other hand roam free around her body. As strange as it seemed, Foxy seemed to be enjoying it. You didn’t think it was possible. Who would even design a child’s pizzeria animatronic to feel?
You watched unblinking as the Foxes caressed each other, probing and rubbing each other with greater fervour. Funtime seemed to go between Foxy’s legs – you didn’t think there was even anything down there. Sure enough though, Funtime bit down on Foxy’s neck as she ran her hands down the front of Foxy’s shorts and Foxy moaned and instinctively tilted her head back. You could see Funtime’s hand jerking back and forth, her elbow shuffling around, and Foxy moaning and writhing beneath her.
This continued for a short while before they both moved out of range of the camera, and you immediately switched the camera over to the dining area so you could follow them.
Kicking the chairs out of the way and sweeping the party hats arranged for the first booking of the next day, Foxy lifted Funtime up onto the table and stood between her legs. Again, they kissed, and Foxy used a hand and hook to run along Funtime’s legs, higher, higher, until she reached her waist and higher again to her breasts. She pushed her back so she was laying down, her legs still open, and Foxy used her mouth to make her decent down her counterpart’s torso. She licked Funtime’s breasts, moving down the curves on her sides and down further still to her thighs, teasing her with every opportunity. Finally, she reached the goldmine and began using a long animatronic tongue to make Funtime squirm and squeak as she licked again and again, faster and faster.
Without warning, the power to the entire facility went out. The monitor sat in your hands, completely black. Now you could hear your thoughts again. Those two puppets were just having sex. They’re alive. They can feel. They can move. They can fuck. You noticed your thoughts wasn’t all you could hear; there was a ‘dum diddily dum’ voice approaching your office, echoing through the halls. You recognised the song from your childhood, and knew that Foxy was approaching.
The song stopped, replaced now with the papping sound of running cloth-covered feet and the quick thud of plasticised metal repeatedly hitting the ground. Then, silence.
The only sound now was your own breathing. You tried to focus, listening for something in the darkness, your eyes darting around to try and make out something, anything.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw two glowing eyes. Watching. Waiting.
A hook suddenly grabbed you on the shoulder and spun your chair around, and there was nothing you could do but scream.
“Yarr! I’ve come fer yer booty!” Foxy shouted at you, one unblinking yellow eye staring right at you. Petrified, you leaned back in your chair and tried to kick yourself away, but Foxy jumped right into your lap and stopped you moving anywhere. These animatronics were a lot heavier than they looked. Funtime made her way through the darkness and was now behind you, holding you in a headlock. From over your shoulder you could see her nod to Foxy, who nodded back in return.
Foxy ripped off your shoes and pulled off your pants before coming back up to look you in the eye. With a grin, she dug the sharpened tip of her hook onto your chest above your heart and slowly dragged it down. It was just painful enough to be confusingly pleasurable, and her head followed downwards as she dragged the hook.
Without a word, she lifted your cock with her other hand. What was fear turned to arousal as your boner grew. Foxy grinned menacingly and licked it from the base right up to the tip, watching your reaction as your face turned from fear to frustration. You wanted nothing more than for your dick to be in her mouth, and as she teased you again you bit your lip and let out a quiet groan unintentionally.
Not wanting to be left out, Funtime released you from the headlock and stepped over you to sit on your face, grinding the base of her torso against you. Somehow, it was moist. Slippery. It smelled… familiar. There was something there you’d never noticed before; an opening, small, but it seemed real. There was no need for her to have it, but sure enough she did. You needed to take this opportunity and pushed out your tongue to meet her.
With a slow, deliberate lick, you traced her cunt from top to bottom to gauge her reaction. Foxy’s mouth around your dick surprised you and distracted you from Funtime. It was wet, warm, and so good. Foxy began using her tongue around the base of your head, tracing the most sensitive areas of your cock. Meanwhile, you got back to work on Funtime.
Focusing on her clit you made quick circular motions, flicking your tongue to get the best reactions out of her. Foxy suddenly took the opportunity to mount you, climbing up on the chair and guiding your cock inside her with her hooked hand. Her butt raised and lowered, bouncing up and down as the chair creaked beneath you. It was hard to focus on Funtime with all this happening, but you kept licking more and more. Her legs began to tremble and she moaned through the speaker between her breasts, tipping her head back in pleasure.
Foxy’s wet pussy pulsed from inside and squeezed your throbbing cock, her tits bouncing in your face. You couldn’t hold it anymore, and the familiar feeling from inside your prostate made itself known as you came inside her. She made a few final thrusts as you came, smiling down at you as cum leaked out of her and dribbled onto you.
Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad.