Roxanne’s eyes slammed shut and her face scrunched up but her eyebrows remained raised as you ploughed your dick deep into her. The sudden feeling of being filled completely, abruptly, overrode her senses. From behind her you had a great view of her ass and the swooping curve that ran into her hips and waist, around which your hands were gripped.
You pumped and pumped, a drop of her juices trickling down a testicle and igniting the nerves there. Every fold and ring inside her rubbed the tip of your dick, feeling like electric fire on the ridge of your head. She felt so tight and warm around you, and to her you felt huge as your dick rammed its way deep inside her midsection. As you rocked your hips and slammed the right spots her ears flicked back, her tail stiffening and pointing upright.
“A-ah… Blake, fuck!” she sighed beneath you. The air in your office had grown heavy with the thick, heady vapours of sweaty sex. Once more, the walls echoed your moans and slapping of skin on skin.
You paused for a second, letting her contrast the feeling of being empty to having you completely inside of her, taking her as your own, and to reiterate your control over her. She wiggled her ass around in the air, searching for your dick to give herself what she required. You gave her a dark chuckle as you watched her suffer and writhe.
“You really need it, huh?” You growled at her, smirking.
“Just fuck me already! Please, put it back in – please!” she snapped out desperately.
Not wanting to comply completely, you poked at the tight ring at her entrance and teased her with the tip of your dick. You were enjoying her desperation for your cock too much to just give her what she wanted immediately. It wasn’t enough for her and she tried to force it back inside by rocking back onto it but you managed to catch her at it, rocking back yourself with her motions.
“I hate you so much riiiiaahhhh—”
You filled her again, cutting off her sentence before she had the chance to finish it. You started slamming her pussy, leaving a second between slams to allow the pleasurable feeling to shoot through you both in waves. More liquid dripped down your balls as she responded to your thrusts and you started to feel her cunt clenching and squeezing down on you in waves as she reached ever higher levels of satisfaction.
Ring ring.
The phone. You suddenly found yourself acutely aware that you’d never had to answer the phone before at work. There was no reason for anybody to be calling you, especially not this late at night. There was no reason for anybody to be calling the pizzaplex either, nobody would be making a reservation for their crotch goblin’s birthday party in the wee hours of the morning. You came to the distracted conclusion that you’d just let it ring. Besides, you were busy.
It seems the phone call distracted Roxanne too – her ears had unfolded and one of them instinctively rotated in the direction of the sound. Her moans grew slightly quieter while it rang. It wasn’t long before it stopped and you could return to fucking her.
Ring ring.
“Fuck!” you called out, no longer able to ignore the call. It must have been important for them to dial a second time. It can’t have been a mistake, and you began wondering what they might be calling about. Maybe a family emergency? They didn’t really talk to you much – you were always awake during the night and they all had daytime jobs.
You pulled your dick out of Roxanne and were met with a soft whimper, but you could tell she was curious too. It swung about semi turgid as you waddled over to the phone and snatched up the receiver, glancing at the caller ID; it was a seemingly random string of letters, with no number attached.
“Hello?” you sputtered, still catching your breath. You were eager to hang up and go back to Roxanne who was now eyeing you and listening in. There was a muffled click from the other end after a second’s silence followed by a very faint mechanical whirring. A screeching, garbled noise shot through the speaker and into your ear. It was brief, lasting only a second. It reminded you a little of the hissing, beeping sounds from old modems as two machines connected through phone lines.
“Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” A neutral male voice called out cleanly, clearly.
“Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” It repeated. This wasn’t a prank call, neither was it a family emergency or rogue customer trying to book a table for their party in the middle of the night. This sounded like a numbers station. With a raised brow you stared over to Roxanne. She mouthed ‘what?’ at you, just as confused as you were but remained knelt down with her butt in the air.
“Three. Nine. Seven. One. Five.” It started, then paused before repeating for clarity. “Three. Nine. Seven. One. Five.”
A short piece of music played on what sounded like an organ grinder that had been recorded on tape and played back only to be recorded again before being played down the phone to be little more than a static, garbled mess. It seemed like an old tune likely from the 30s to 40s that had been repurposed for an ice cream truck or something of the like, but there was something about it that seemed familiar. Your brows furrowed as you scanned your mind for where you’d heard it before but nothing came up. It repeated five times before another scrambled noise jumped down the phone at you – longer this time. It was a lot to take in at once, but there was a base tone and four higher tones on top of it, each one joining the noise after a second of the other. The pitches jumped around higher and lower at different intervals but each only had two positions, as if they were switching off and on.
You couldn’t put the phone down. It was changing enough that it still felt like there was more coming, more to be heard. Your boner had completely gone now and Roxanne had rolled onto her back, staring at the roof while she waited for you.
Abruptly, the sound ceased. Again the line was silent for a moment, save for the ambient whirring in the background.
“Update Protocol. One. Nine. Eight. Seven.” Another pause. “One. Nine. Eight. Seven.”
The music played its tune one more time, and there was one last click. The line fell completely silent before the regular staccato beeping of the ‘hang up’ tone cut in and you put the phone back down.
“What was that all about?” Roxanne questioned, rolling her head over to look at you.
You answered with a heavy shrug. “No idea. Numbers, a weird song, more numbers. It was an automated voice recording.” It had left you feeling entirely creeped out, like somebody was watching - like somebody knew who you were and what you were doing. So much for fucking Roxanne. “It spelled out my name.” Strangely enough this wasn’t the first time in your life receiving a call like that. It seemed randomly timed, but always years apart. Long enough for you to forget about it and get on with living. Your stare fell vacant and you started zoning out. Who was that just now, and what did they want? What even was that?
“Roxanne.” You started. You didn’t entirely know where you were going with this. “What do you remember about where you came from?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blake. I just woke up one day and I was here. This is all I’ve ever known.” She gestured by holding out her arms.
“No, I mean… before all that. Do you remember them putting you together, or … where it was, or anything about who made you?”
An expression of concern washed over her. She didn’t have the answers, but you’d awakened a part of her that wanted to know. She was already a curious girl, but she hadn’t taken questions about herself into consideration since there was so much to learn about the world around her.
After a moment of silent contemplation she answered. “I’d like to know.”
That was all you needed to hear. Your curiosity was piqued too. There might be some information online, or you could call head office and try to find out where they get their animatronics from when they were open. Even then there would be no guarantee you’d find the information you were looking for. You stared at Roxanne. They, whoever they were, had made her. Perhaps there’d be a maker’s mark, or some part that could lead you to them hidden beneath all that fur. Foxy had been sent for repairs so there must be a way to get inside there.
“Would…” you started, looking away.
“Would what? What’s wrong?”
You pursed your lips and regretted starting. “Would it be ok if… I opened you up and took a look inside? I’m thinking there may be something that would help us find out.” She was visibly startled and confused. “You can say no of course, I understand it’s a big ask.”
She appeared to be thinking it over for a short while, but finally agreed. “… I guess?”
You were a little excited to see how everything actually worked in there. You started running your hands through her fur from top to bottom, leaving no part untouched. At the top of her neck where it met her head you found the handle to a tiny zipper and gave it a few snappy tugs. The lining of fur around her insides was tight and didn’t drop off immediately, so you began peeling it back. You couldn’t help but draw the similarity to pulling off somebody’s skin, and while she didn’t seem to be in any discomfort you most definitely were.
Tiny wires fed into the fabric at regular intervals all throughout the fur, feeding into the base of her spinal column and running up towards her head. You figured that these would by connected to sensors that allowed her to feel and sense change in temperature much like real skin would. Inside her rib cage was a number of electrical items and a large battery bag with wires that ran to an electronic pump that continued to whirr as you tinkered around inside her, two thick rubber tubes running from it up along her spinal column and into the base of her head that jiggled with life as it pumped. It was mostly just wires and parts that you had no idea about. Staring down through the mass of wires in the abdomen you could make out a silicone dome, presumably where her makeshift reproductive organs were housed.
“Don’t touch anything in there if you don’t have to, and don’t pull anything out, ok?” she quietly pleaded with her head turning back to see what you were doing.
There was no sign of any manufacturer anywhere that you could see. It was unsettling seeing her like this, so naked and exposed, like you were seeing something you were never meant to. It was an uncomfortable reminder of exactly what she was, not flesh and blood, not living in the typical sense, but steel and circuits.
“I’m going to check your head too.” You told her so she knew what was coming. You started rolling up the fur lining her steel skull until it was exposed to just above her eyes. You couldn’t see what was in that metal sphere but it was large enough to fit a real brain in there. There, you found what you were looking for.
‘ROXANNE’ had been scribbled onto the metal with a black marker. It had started to fade after being rubbed against the fabric but it was still easily legible. Beneath her name, stamped directly into the metal, there was something else. You leaned in and squinted, holding her steady under the light to get a better look.
[CIRCUS BABY’S ENTERTAINMENT AND RENTAL] had been etched into the metal. It seems they were the ones producing the animatronics – Roxanne at the very least. With the lead you needed you suited her back up tightly. It was a relief to see her back to normal, staring at you with those big golden eyes.
“Does the name Circus Baby mean anything to you?” You questioned.
She shook her head and shrugged. “Nope. Should it?”
“Well it’s written right there on your … skull?” You didn’t exactly know what to call it.
“It doesn’t mean anything to me. Not that I know of.”
“Maybe some of the older models might know something?” You weren’t sure if models was the right term given their cognizance, but after seeing her stripped to metal shafts and wires it was a fitting term to describe them. Either way, it was a longshot. You didn’t particularly remember much about your own conception and birth, and presumed they’d have little reason to remember their assembly.
You pulled out your phone and started searching up Circus Baby’s entertainment and rental. You found a few things about what preceded it apparently another pizzeria to compete with Fazbear’s, mostly that it was a business made to fill in the void left by the closure of one of the Freddy Fazbear’s branches. A gas leak supposedly killed a girl and was reported by local newspapers, followed a few weeks later by a group of cars loading large pieces of equipment and taking them. The restaurant was for sale shortly after – perhaps they were taking fryers and kitchen equipment, but something about the lack of specificity as to what equipment was being taken left you incredulous. With the restaurant gone, Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental opened up in its place.
That was at least a start and you had an address. After seeing what a feral animatronic could be like you thought it would be wise to not just go in blindly. Foxy seemed to be one of the oldest animatronics that you knew, so perhaps that would be a good place to start? Funtime and Lolbit were both … different from the others, with an exoskeleton rather than an endoskeleton so they could have been made by somebody else entirely; that would be another place to start. They seemed more recently produced than Foxy though, not to mention different in general.
“I’m going to go and see Foxy. I have some questions for her. Hold the fort while I’m gone, ok?”
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The engine of your car sputtered silent and its lights fell dim. You hadn’t been granted a new van for your location; replacing an entirely new vehicle was never in their budget and you likely wouldn’t have one for some time. Your beat up old car wasn’t going to be enough to move the animatronics around, especially if somebody happens to glance through the windows to see an anthropomorphic wolf travelling with you.
It was dark and eerily silent. Flashes of your bout with Nightmare Foxy flickered in your mind but it didn’t feel entirely real. The replaced door and lighter coloured cement where the structure had been fixed assuaged your fears that you were imagining it all. The front door was locked as ever so you made your way in through the kitchen again, shuffling past empty oil barrels and stepping over empty boxes.
“Foxy?” you called out into the darkness. No more Halloween decorations, everything was back to how you remembered it. She didn’t reply. A shiver clawed its way up your spine and the tiny hairs all over your body stood up as anxiety washed over you. This was all too familiar, and you didn’t like it one bit.
“Foxy, damnit where are you?” you muttered to yourself. You kept your eyes on the hallways towards the entrance and your old office as you tiptoed your way over to her cove. You made it up the stairs and grasped the fabric to pull it aside when a flash of red burst out from inside.
“Yar-har-har!” Foxy shouted right in your face, knocking you back onto the floor. “Come to claim my booty, have you?” she laughed, waving her hook hand around in your direction, striking a pose as she did so as if she was about to fight you off.
“Shit, Foxy. You just about gave me a heart attack!”
She displayed a coy grin across her face and strutted down the steps slowly, swinging her hips and swishing her tail in unison.
“You just couldn’t keep away, me heartie. Like a poor seaman drawn by a siren song.” She purred, dropping down to the floor on top of you, straddling her legs either side of your body. With a slow movement she stroked your cheek with that cold metal hook, anchoring it beneath your chin and raising your head slightly to face her. Her expression positively dripped lust.
You released a relieved half sigh and threw a smirk her way. It was only Foxy after all. “I missed you too.”
With that she leaned in to kiss you but it was misdirection, she already wanted to go for the kill. This fox didn’t mess around. She bit down on your ear, using her tongue to trace the edges and curves around it before reaching it around the back and nibbling her way down your neck. She bit the sensitive flesh above your collarbone, sending sparks down the nerves that connected to your head and your back.
“Every good pirate gets wet from time to time. You’re no landlubber, are you?” she cooed.
“You know I love to dive for buried treasure.” You beamed at her, just a little teeth showing. She was loving this. Without even getting you to move, she ripped your t-shirt off above your head and started making her way across your chest, draping her fingers down your sides and letting her hook drag and tug across your reactive, sensitive skin. With an expert tongue she twisted and flicked her way over your nipples and down to your bellybutton, then a little lower while every so often looking up with hooded eyes to gauge your reaction.
She reached your jeans. She managed to open the button and zip without so much as a finger, using her teeth and tongue to open them up. You had to admit to yourself that it was a little impressive. Automatically your hips rocked up, allowing her to slide down your pants and boxers with one fluid movement. You didn’t even notice yourself moving. Already your dick had popped up, ready and turgid with anticipation for what was to come. Foxy removed her top and wriggled out of her shorts, tossing them onto one of the tables nearby.
She leaned down to your ear again, “Don’t you be leaving me so long again, you hear me? Captain’s orders.” Her eyes locked onto yours and she dragged herself down your body, resting her head by your fat cock. With an exaggerated lick she drew her tongue from the base to the tip, wringing it around the base of your head which forced a shudder out of you. Your back arched and tingled but the sensation was over far too quickly.
“Ungh, fuck…” you breathed out. You wanted more. You needed more. She continued getting closer and closer to giving you what she knew you wanted but took her enjoyment from delaying the inevitable.
“Foxy, just… oh my god just do it.” Was all you could say. She chuckled with a mouth half full of dick, a grin awash her face. Her ears pinned back and her tail whipped from side to side as she plunged her head directly over your phallus and took your entire length into her throat. Holding it down, she stared right into your eyes to see the mixture of torment and pleasure she was putting you through. Then she began lifting and lowering her head, up and down the full length of your shaft. Her lips grazed your most sensitive areas and drove you wild, her tongue sending your body into a frenzy. You had just been here to ask her a few questions, but this was a welcome distraction and a very welcome greeting.
You grasped blindly at scraps of fur atop her head and attempted to control her momentum, your hips beginning to buck wildly into her face. It was so deep inside her, and she took it all with seemingly no effort. You were moved with how easily she took so much cock and how easily she controlled you through it, sending wave after wave of sheer ecstasy through you.
Finally she’d had enough and slid forwards, her hand and hook on your chest. She started to gyrate her hips atop you, sliding her sopping pussy over your dick and teasing entry. A few times you could feel it snag on her entrance and desperately hoped it’d flick its way inside her but she remained bucking away on top of you, slipping and sliding her clit over your member. Finally, you’d had enough.
You pushed her backwards, sending her toppling over with her back now to the ground and darted up, pulling her knees to her shoulders in one smooth movement. Her eyes glistened with surprise.
“Mutiny.” You growled into her ear with a deep rumble, clamping your jaws onto her ear and sliding yourself inside her. She gasped at the sheer size and sudden sensation of being filled, but with this position not just filled but filled deep. Using your entire length you slammed repeatedly with huge thrusts, slapping your balls against her butt with a precise rhythm. Her ripe pussy squelched as you forced your way in and out and her chest heaved and jiggled with the sheer force of your movements.
She winced and moaned, squirmed and squealed at the sensations you were providing her. You could feel her inner walls contract and squeeze around you, signs of her body begging for your cum. You held off as long as you could but found yourself reaching the edge and hanging there, trying to hold back your blasts to stave off the orgasm. It was already too late – you felt movement from inside yourself, your balls clenching and tightening, and a swelling pressure that could mean only one thing.
You released a groan that you hadn’t realised was coming and shot wad after wad of steaming hot cum inside her. Lightning shot through your body and bounced its way around back and forth until it dulled into a throbbing tingle in your head and a satisfied numbness from your prostate.
“Fuck.” You panted. A pearly white glob of cum spooged out of her hungry hole as you pulled yourself out of her. “Ugh you were so tight…”
“And you were so big.” She huffed, her eyes closed and her head pressed back into the floor. You released her legs and let her rest.
You both took a minute to recover before attempting anything close to a conversation, basking in each other’s company. She stared deeply into you with a look you’d never seen from her before. She seemed wholly satisfied and in awe that you could make her feel that way.
“Ok, so… I came here to ask you some things.” You started.
“Ask me some things? You didn’t come to see me?” she interrupted. An audible twang of offense marred her voice.
“Let me rephrase that; I came to see you but also had some things to ask you.”
“That’s better. What can this old sea dog help you with?”
“… I’m trying to figure out who made you. All of you.”
“Arr, it doesn’t matter where you’ve come from laddy, it’s where you’re going.” She sounded like she didn’t share the same level of interest in the topic as yourself and Roxanne.
“I think in this instance it might matter. I have to know who made you all, how you ended up like this and why.” You weren’t entirely sure why it mattered so much to you, you just knew that it did. It was something you had to know. For a while you’d thought you were the only one that knew about their night life, their awareness and personality, but whoever made them would theoretically know about it as well.
“How we ended up like what?” She seemed on guard again. You started to wonder if she knew something.
“Alive. Able to think and talk and feel and… I just have to know. I saw inside Roxanne, on her skull it said Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental. Is that where they sent you when you got your repairs?”
“Twas but a few flickering moments in the dark I’m afraid, I didn’t see anything to tell me where I was. They didn’t say a word either, they were silent as the damned souls of the drowned.”
Well that wasn’t useful. “Would you mind if I took a look under your fur?”
She seemed a little weirded out by the question.
“You mean inside me?”
“Inside you. I want to see if you have a mark like Roxanne.”
“Arr, if you think there be treasure then have at it!”
You figured that would qualify as a yes and positioned yourself behind her. She didn’t have long, soft fur like Roxanne did but more a coating of felt over an exoskeleton. Still, there was an opening from which you could roll it up. It took a little getting to, pinching your nails underneath the rubber and attempting to get enough leverage but you managed it before too long. She had a similar metal dome hidden beneath it but no markings for any Circus Baby, just her name scrawled in marker. It was significantly more faded than Roxanne’s and with a different handwriting – neater, more legible.
As you glared down through the cavity into her chest the metalwork and welding you could see was older too. She seemed like she was slapped together by an amateur enthusiast in their garage rather than produced in a factory or workshop. You could see another pump and two more pieces of rubber hosing jolting around deep within her, just like Roxanne. With a defeated sigh you rolled her coverings back over her head.
“Thanks, Foxy. I didn’t find anything but thanks for letting me try.”
“Arr, it’s nothing. You just need a better map.”
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There was one last trip you needed to take before scouting out the location itself. One last lead that could get you any scrap of information that might prove useful prior to visiting the location you’d already set in your GPS. Just one tap would set you on your way to the unknown.
This location was downtown on the corner of a moderately busy intersection and had a parking lot around the side that was dimly lit by gently flickering streetlamps, populated by the spectres of plastic trash scuttering about in the breeze. You didn’t have a magic trick to get yourself inside here, no back door you knew your way through. You dearly hoped nobody would be working as night guard as you pounded the front door. A cold breeze chilled your fingers until you felt your bones screaming at you from beneath your skin.
“Funtime! Lolbit!” You hollered. With the location downtown, cars passing and people residing in the rooms above you didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself.
“Come on, where are you…” you muttered, shivering as you leant into the alcove of the doorway.
All the lights seemed to be out, at least most of them. Peering in you couldn’t make out any movement but continued knocking. Finally a shadowed figure breezed through the hallway towards the door, unlatching the yale lock and letting a blast of warm air enwrap you as you took a step inside.
“Blake! What’re you doing here?” Funtime chirped, excitedly giving you a hug. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close.
“I’ve come to see you and Lolbit!” you told her. You weren’t going to mess that up again. “I’ve got some questions for you too.”
“Ooh, like a pop quiz?” She asked, leading you into the dining hall. Lolbit was there laying atop one of the tables with a party hat over her muzzle.
“Not quite a pop quiz. Hey, Lolbit!” At sight of you she rolled off the table and skipped over to you, performing a turn and collapsing into your arms.
“It’s been too long old buddy old pal!” Lolbit squeaked, giggling as she stared up at you.
You had time to catch up to the both of them, talk for a little bit before you really got into the topic at hand. Living life entirely at night in (mostly) one building didn’t lead for much in the way of interesting conversation, but it was nice to hear about what they’d been getting up to nonetheless.
“I wanted to ask you both about a place called Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental.”
“Oh?” Funtime muttered. Her ears pricked up and her head tilted to the side. It seemed she at least knew the name.
“You know it? I should have asked you guys first.”
Lolbit cackled. “That place didn’t last long!”
“We were both there for one day. It was another Pizza joint like this one.” Lolbit and Funtime Foxy both glanced at each other.
“So get this – “ Lolbit began. “The boss’ daughter went up…” she started to burst out laughing. Funtime tried to continue but Lolbit fought away the tears of laughter and patted her down.
“She went up to that big baby head-“ she started laughing uncontrollably again.
Funtime rolled her eyes and continued from where she left off. “The boss’ daughter got snatched by one of the animatronics on their opening day. They shut it down and we ended up here. I don’t remember anything in-between and I don’t think Lolbit would be able to finish telling you even if she did.”
“The boss’ daughter? How did that happen? Who was the boss?” You asked quickly, this was what you were looking for.
“No idea who the boss was. I think the girl’s name was Elizabeth? She probably thought she was going to be eating pizza, not getting eaten!” The speaker in Funtime’s chest let off a bu-dum-tss sound but you weren’t laughing but Lolbit clearly thought it was hilarious.
“There wasn’t a gas leak?” You questioned, referencing the newspaper article you’d seen earlier.
“The only thing leaking was that poor girl’s blood!” Lolbit japed. You made a mental note to never invite these two to a dinner party.
“Come on, that’s not funny.” You glared to Lolbit.
So, a pizzeria that took over a closed down Freddy’s where the owner’s daughter died on it’s opening day, then shut down and reopened as an entertainment rental and supply company mixed with a possible theft of ‘equipment’ - whatever that could mean. It still didn’t tell you who made the girls and why. You took out your phone to look up a little more about the girl who died there. With the name Elizabeth you had a little more to go on and through some deep diving through google you managed to find another newspaper article, but it didn’t outright mention how she died or where. The timing seemed to match up with everything else you’d found and there weren’t exactly many girls named Elizabeth suddenly dying in mysterious circumstances.
Elizabeth Afton, daughter of businessman William Afton pronounced dead.
Not a hugely useful lead but it lead you to search William Afton, which in turn lead to articles pertaining to the original Fredbear family Diner location along with the sale of the rights to Fazbear Entertainment and an attack against a child in 1983 by one of the animatronics, a few supporting articles speculating that it was another one of Afton’s children. It seemed his business partner was a man named Henry Emily who also lost a child at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a location opened in 1973. There was a lot less on the internet about him, but there was an obituary piece that came up about his death in a fire. You clicked on one article where he gave an interview and skimmed through it. One particular part stood out to you.
‘Yes, in the future humans and machines will be working a lot closer together. Computers will make our lives easier and our work faster but they can also be used to inform, entertain and make us feel better about the world we live in. Even further into the future, maybe a hundred years from now, man and machine will unite. From an evolutionary standpoint we’re going nowhere, we still have to be the ones to manufacture our own destiny. In the meantime I want to push the boundaries of what we can achieve from robotics and make people rethink the purpose of machines in our lives.’
He seemed like an intelligent, forward thinking man. Dying in a fire in a children’s pizzeria, though? It seemed suspect. A man like that doesn’t die in a place like that. From what you read he very much believed in his work and if anyone were going to make animatronics that bordered on life-like it would surely be someone who believed in a technological singularity. You had no doubt - this was who you were looking for.
“Hey, girls. Does the name Henry Emily mean anything to you?” you asked, leaning your head to the side.
“Henry…” Funtime pondered.
“Emily…” Lolbit echoed, finishing Funtime’s thought. They looked off in consideration and seemed as though they were on the cusp of remembering something. You watched them and sounded the name out in your own head. It sounded so familiar, as if it were some long lost uncle you’d met when you were a baby and not seen since, who’s name would come up in passing at the dinner table every few years.
They shook their heads.
“I feel like I should know the name, but I just can’t place it.” Funtime answered. It was a shame the guy was dead, that really put the brakes on this whole thing. The only answer would be to go down there yourself and find out what was really going on. After your run-in with Nightmare Foxy and now hearing about more animatronics that were capable of murder, infanticide no less, you made your mind up that you were not going in there alone.
What kind of business was this, anyway? Numerous murders, animatronics going haywire and attacking people, and everything centring around William Afton and Henry Emily. Why did they bother employing only one night guard when they had three active locations? Why make such advanced animatronics, only to have them able to live at night? Your head was a muddled maze of questions that would need answers. That would all have to wait for now, you were here to visit Funtime and Lolbit – at least that was your excuse for being there. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and returned your attention fully to the girls.
“I missed you both, you know.” You wrapped an arm around Lolbit and another around Funtime, pulling them closer to you by the waist. They leaned their heads into your shoulders and nuzzled in.
“We missed you too.” Funtime smiled, rubbing her cheek into yours.
“You must have been miserable without us!” Lolbit crowed. You led them to sit at the benches with you.
“As soon as I’ve got a van again I’ll come pick you up more often, I promise.” You told them, and you meant it. Animatronics wandering the streets would be a cause for alarm, especially at night. Getting them to the pizzaplex and back required the van that you’d totalled. You toyed with the idea of selling your car and getting a van of your own just to haul them around but it wouldn’t be doable for a while on your pay-grade.
“How about we have some fun while you’re here, Blake?” Funtime whispered into your ear as she continued to rub her face against yours. You liked the sound of that very much.
You looked over to her, down into her shining eyes and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Things quickly began to intensify as your tongue inevitably found its way exploring the hollow of her mouth. Lolbit quietly slipped out of your grip and shoved her way between your legs, eyeing you with a menacing lust. You propped your spare hand atop her head, curling your pinkie finger around the base of one of her ears as she unzipped your pants and took no time unveiling your manhood. She knew what she wanted and had no reservations about getting it whatsoever.
Your other hand moved up from Funtime’s back and around her body onto the curve of her chest to grip a soft breast between your fingers and palm, a sizable mound that needed to be explored. Little moans eked out of her as you made out which were joined by moans of your own as Lolbit’s supple tongue explored your sack. She sucked one of your eggs into her mouth and toyed with it only to pop it out again using her lips. Your cock began to rise uncontrollably into her face, pushing against her cheek and twitching angrily.
You pulled Funtime up onto you over Lolbit who now began licking her way along the length of your shaft, teasing out twinkling globs of watery precum that stretched out into webs as she licked it off your tip. Funtime slipped above you, standing atop the bench at which you sat with her pussy waving in your face. It was warm, wet, and had the distinct heavy sweet musk that you’d come to expect from an excited female. You couldn’t help but start lapping up that slippery juice and feeling the folds inside her entrance. With an expert tongue you made fast circles around her clit and made her pussy spurt out more and more fluid that dribbled down your face and onto your chin. This was interceded by long strokes along the length of her opening to keep things fresh and keep her from reaching a climax any time soon.
Lolbit didn’t want to miss out on the fun and reached her hand down between her legs to rub her own throbbing pussy as she filled her mouth with you. That warm slick sensation of her mouth around your stiff flesh ran through you and weakened your knees to the point you had to lean back further into the table behind you. Funtime quaked above you and dribbled more juice onto you than you’d thought probable or possible from an animatronic, crying out with pleasure and mewling as she huffed at the touch of your tongue.
You growled approval to Lolbit with the flicking of her tongue around your tip, the sensation of the vibrations of your lips clearly exciting Funtime by the noises the was making. With your hand still atop her head, you pushed and thrusted your cock deeper down into Lolbit’s mouth.
It may have taken you a while to get the information you were looking for, but you were thankful for the journey as you forcefully pushed your tongue inside Funtime’s hole, neglecting her clit again to frustrate the girl and make her even more needy for you to fill her. This was going to be a long night.Roxanne’s eyes slammed shut and her face scrunched up but her eyebrows remained raised as you ploughed your dick deep into her. The sudden feeling of being filled completely, abruptly, overrode her senses. From behind her you had a great view of her ass and the swooping curve that ran into her hips and waist, around which your hands were gripped.
You pumped and pumped, a drop of her juices trickling down a testicle and igniting the nerves there. Every fold and ring inside her rubbed the tip of your dick, feeling like electric fire on the ridge of your head. She felt so tight and warm around you, and to her you felt huge as your dick rammed its way deep inside her midsection. As you rocked your hips and slammed the right spots her ears flicked back, her tail stiffening and pointing upright.
“A-ah… Blake, fuck!” she sighed beneath you. The air in your office had grown heavy with the thick, heady vapours of sweaty sex. Once more, the walls echoed your moans and slapping of skin on skin.
You paused for a second, letting her contrast the feeling of being empty to having you completely inside of her, taking her as your own, and to reiterate your control over her. She wiggled her ass around in the air, searching for your dick to give herself what she required. You gave her a dark chuckle as you watched her suffer and writhe.
“You really need it, huh?” You growled at her, smirking.
“Just fuck me already! Please, put it back in – please!” she snapped out desperately.
Not wanting to comply completely, you poked at the tight ring at her entrance and teased her with the tip of your dick. You were enjoying her desperation for your cock too much to just give her what she wanted immediately. It wasn’t enough for her and she tried to force it back inside by rocking back onto it but you managed to catch her at it, rocking back yourself with her motions.
“I hate you so much riiiiaahhhh—”
You filled her again, cutting off her sentence before she had the chance to finish it. You started slamming her pussy, leaving a second between slams to allow the pleasurable feeling to shoot through you both in waves. More liquid dripped down your balls as she responded to your thrusts and you started to feel her cunt clenching and squeezing down on you in waves as she reached ever higher levels of satisfaction.
Ring ring.
The phone. You suddenly found yourself acutely aware that you’d never had to answer the phone before at work. There was no reason for anybody to be calling you, especially not this late at night. There was no reason for anybody to be calling the pizzaplex either, nobody would be making a reservation for their crotch goblin’s birthday party in the wee hours of the morning. You came to the distracted conclusion that you’d just let it ring. Besides, you were busy.
It seems the phone call distracted Roxanne too – her ears had unfolded and one of them instinctively rotated in the direction of the sound. Her moans grew slightly quieter while it rang. It wasn’t long before it stopped and you could return to fucking her.
Ring ring.
“Fuck!” you called out, no longer able to ignore the call. It must have been important for them to dial a second time. It can’t have been a mistake, and you began wondering what they might be calling about. Maybe a family emergency? They didn’t really talk to you much – you were always awake during the night and they all had daytime jobs.
You pulled your dick out of Roxanne and were met with a soft whimper, but you could tell she was curious too. It swung about semi turgid as you waddled over to the phone and snatched up the receiver, glancing at the caller ID; it was a seemingly random string of letters, with no number attached.
“Hello?” you sputtered, still catching your breath. You were eager to hang up and go back to Roxanne who was now eyeing you and listening in. There was a muffled click from the other end after a second’s silence followed by a very faint mechanical whirring. A screeching, garbled noise shot through the speaker and into your ear. It was brief, lasting only a second. It reminded you a little of the hissing, beeping sounds from old modems as two machines connected through phone lines.
“Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” A neutral male voice called out cleanly, clearly.
“Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” It repeated. This wasn’t a prank call, neither was it a family emergency or rogue customer trying to book a table for their party in the middle of the night. This sounded like a numbers station. With a raised brow you stared over to Roxanne. She mouthed ‘what?’ at you, just as confused as you were but remained knelt down with her butt in the air.
“Three. Nine. Seven. One. Five.” It started, then paused before repeating for clarity. “Three. Nine. Seven. One. Five.”
A short piece of music played on what sounded like an organ grinder that had been recorded on tape and played back only to be recorded again before being played down the phone to be little more than a static, garbled mess. It seemed like an old tune likely from the 30s to 40s that had been repurposed for an ice cream truck or something of the like, but there was something about it that seemed familiar. Your brows furrowed as you scanned your mind for where you’d heard it before but nothing came up. It repeated five times before another scrambled noise jumped down the phone at you – longer this time. It was a lot to take in at once, but there was a base tone and four higher tones on top of it, each one joining the noise after a second of the other. The pitches jumped around higher and lower at different intervals but each only had two positions, as if they were switching off and on.
You couldn’t put the phone down. It was changing enough that it still felt like there was more coming, more to be heard. Your boner had completely gone now and Roxanne had rolled onto her back, staring at the roof while she waited for you.
Abruptly, the sound ceased. Again the line was silent for a moment, save for the ambient whirring in the background.
“Update Protocol. One. Nine. Eight. Seven.” Another pause. “One. Nine. Eight. Seven.”
The music played its tune one more time, and there was one last click. The line fell completely silent before the regular staccato beeping of the ‘hang up’ tone cut in and you put the phone back down.
“What was that all about?” Roxanne questioned, rolling her head over to look at you.
You answered with a heavy shrug. “No idea. Numbers, a weird song, more numbers. It was an automated voice recording.” It had left you feeling entirely creeped out, like somebody was watching - like somebody knew who you were and what you were doing. So much for fucking Roxanne. “It spelled out my name.” Strangely enough this wasn’t the first time in your life receiving a call like that. It seemed randomly timed, but always years apart. Long enough for you to forget about it and get on with living. Your stare fell vacant and you started zoning out. Who was that just now, and what did they want? What even was that?
“Roxanne.” You started. You didn’t entirely know where you were going with this. “What do you remember about where you came from?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blake. I just woke up one day and I was here. This is all I’ve ever known.” She gestured by holding out her arms.
“No, I mean… before all that. Do you remember them putting you together, or … where it was, or anything about who made you?”
An expression of concern washed over her. She didn’t have the answers, but you’d awakened a part of her that wanted to know. She was already a curious girl, but she hadn’t taken questions about herself into consideration since there was so much to learn about the world around her.
After a moment of silent contemplation she answered. “I’d like to know.”
That was all you needed to hear. Your curiosity was piqued too. There might be some information online, or you could call head office and try to find out where they get their animatronics from when they were open. Even then there would be no guarantee you’d find the information you were looking for. You stared at Roxanne. They, whoever they were, had made her. Perhaps there’d be a maker’s mark, or some part that could lead you to them hidden beneath all that fur. Foxy had been sent for repairs so there must be a way to get inside there.
“Would…” you started, looking away.
“Would what? What’s wrong?”
You pursed your lips and regretted starting. “Would it be ok if… I opened you up and took a look inside? I’m thinking there may be something that would help us find out.” She was visibly startled and confused. “You can say no of course, I understand it’s a big ask.”
She appeared to be thinking it over for a short while, but finally agreed. “… I guess?”
You were a little excited to see how everything actually worked in there. You started running your hands through her fur from top to bottom, leaving no part untouched. At the top of her neck where it met her head you found the handle to a tiny zipper and gave it a few snappy tugs. The lining of fur around her insides was tight and didn’t drop off immediately, so you began peeling it back. You couldn’t help but draw the similarity to pulling off somebody’s skin, and while she didn’t seem to be in any discomfort you most definitely were.
Tiny wires fed into the fabric at regular intervals all throughout the fur, feeding into the base of her spinal column and running up towards her head. You figured that these would by connected to sensors that allowed her to feel and sense change in temperature much like real skin would. Inside her rib cage was a number of electrical items and a large battery bag with wires that ran to an electronic pump that continued to whirr as you tinkered around inside her, two thick rubber tubes running from it up along her spinal column and into the base of her head that jiggled with life as it pumped. It was mostly just wires and parts that you had no idea about. Staring down through the mass of wires in the abdomen you could make out a silicone dome, presumably where her makeshift reproductive organs were housed.
“Don’t touch anything in there if you don’t have to, and don’t pull anything out, ok?” she quietly pleaded with her head turning back to see what you were doing.
There was no sign of any manufacturer anywhere that you could see. It was unsettling seeing her like this, so naked and exposed, like you were seeing something you were never meant to. It was an uncomfortable reminder of exactly what she was, not flesh and blood, not living in the typical sense, but steel and circuits.
“I’m going to check your head too.” You told her so she knew what was coming. You started rolling up the fur lining her steel skull until it was exposed to just above her eyes. You couldn’t see what was in that metal sphere but it was large enough to fit a real brain in there. There, you found what you were looking for.
‘ROXANNE’ had been scribbled onto the metal with a black marker. It had started to fade after being rubbed against the fabric but it was still easily legible. Beneath her name, stamped directly into the metal, there was something else. You leaned in and squinted, holding her steady under the light to get a better look.
[CIRCUS BABY’S ENTERTAINMENT AND RENTAL] had been etched into the metal. It seems they were the ones producing the animatronics – Roxanne at the very least. With the lead you needed you suited her back up tightly. It was a relief to see her back to normal, staring at you with those big golden eyes.
“Does the name Circus Baby mean anything to you?” You questioned.
She shook her head and shrugged. “Nope. Should it?”
“Well it’s written right there on your … skull?” You didn’t exactly know what to call it.
“It doesn’t mean anything to me. Not that I know of.”
“Maybe some of the older models might know something?” You weren’t sure if models was the right term given their cognizance, but after seeing her stripped to metal shafts and wires it was a fitting term to describe them. Either way, it was a longshot. You didn’t particularly remember much about your own conception and birth, and presumed they’d have little reason to remember their assembly.
You pulled out your phone and started searching up Circus Baby’s entertainment and rental. You found a few things about what preceded it apparently another pizzeria to compete with Fazbear’s, mostly that it was a business made to fill in the void left by the closure of one of the Freddy Fazbear’s branches. A gas leak supposedly killed a girl and was reported by local newspapers, followed a few weeks later by a group of cars loading large pieces of equipment and taking them. The restaurant was for sale shortly after – perhaps they were taking fryers and kitchen equipment, but something about the lack of specificity as to what equipment was being taken left you incredulous. With the restaurant gone, Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental opened up in its place.
That was at least a start and you had an address. After seeing what a feral animatronic could be like you thought it would be wise to not just go in blindly. Foxy seemed to be one of the oldest animatronics that you knew, so perhaps that would be a good place to start? Funtime and Lolbit were both … different from the others, with an exoskeleton rather than an endoskeleton so they could have been made by somebody else entirely; that would be another place to start. They seemed more recently produced than Foxy though, not to mention different in general.
“I’m going to go and see Foxy. I have some questions for her. Hold the fort while I’m gone, ok?”
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The engine of your car sputtered silent and its lights fell dim. You hadn’t been granted a new van for your location; replacing an entirely new vehicle was never in their budget and you likely wouldn’t have one for some time. Your beat up old car wasn’t going to be enough to move the animatronics around, especially if somebody happens to glance through the windows to see an anthropomorphic wolf travelling with you.
It was dark and eerily silent. Flashes of your bout with Nightmare Foxy flickered in your mind but it didn’t feel entirely real. The replaced door and lighter coloured cement where the structure had been fixed assuaged your fears that you were imagining it all. The front door was locked as ever so you made your way in through the kitchen again, shuffling past empty oil barrels and stepping over empty boxes.
“Foxy?” you called out into the darkness. No more Halloween decorations, everything was back to how you remembered it. She didn’t reply. A shiver clawed its way up your spine and the tiny hairs all over your body stood up as anxiety washed over you. This was all too familiar, and you didn’t like it one bit.
“Foxy, damnit where are you?” you muttered to yourself. You kept your eyes on the hallways towards the entrance and your old office as you tiptoed your way over to her cove. You made it up the stairs and grasped the fabric to pull it aside when a flash of red burst out from inside.
“Yar-har-har!” Foxy shouted right in your face, knocking you back onto the floor. “Come to claim my booty, have you?” she laughed, waving her hook hand around in your direction, striking a pose as she did so as if she was about to fight you off.
“Shit, Foxy. You just about gave me a heart attack!”
She displayed a coy grin across her face and strutted down the steps slowly, swinging her hips and swishing her tail in unison.
“You just couldn’t keep away, me heartie. Like a poor seaman drawn by a siren song.” She purred, dropping down to the floor on top of you, straddling her legs either side of your body. With a slow movement she stroked your cheek with that cold metal hook, anchoring it beneath your chin and raising your head slightly to face her. Her expression positively dripped lust.
You released a relieved half sigh and threw a smirk her way. It was only Foxy after all. “I missed you too.”
With that she leaned in to kiss you but it was misdirection, she already wanted to go for the kill. This fox didn’t mess around. She bit down on your ear, using her tongue to trace the edges and curves around it before reaching it around the back and nibbling her way down your neck. She bit the sensitive flesh above your collarbone, sending sparks down the nerves that connected to your head and your back.
“Every good pirate gets wet from time to time. You’re no landlubber, are you?” she cooed.
“You know I love to dive for buried treasure.” You beamed at her, just a little teeth showing. She was loving this. Without even getting you to move, she ripped your t-shirt off above your head and started making her way across your chest, draping her fingers down your sides and letting her hook drag and tug across your reactive, sensitive skin. With an expert tongue she twisted and flicked her way over your nipples and down to your bellybutton, then a little lower while every so often looking up with hooded eyes to gauge your reaction.
She reached your jeans. She managed to open the button and zip without so much as a finger, using her teeth and tongue to open them up. You had to admit to yourself that it was a little impressive. Automatically your hips rocked up, allowing her to slide down your pants and boxers with one fluid movement. You didn’t even notice yourself moving. Already your dick had popped up, ready and turgid with anticipation for what was to come. Foxy removed her top and wriggled out of her shorts, tossing them onto one of the tables nearby.
She leaned down to your ear again, “Don’t you be leaving me so long again, you hear me? Captain’s orders.” Her eyes locked onto yours and she dragged herself down your body, resting her head by your fat cock. With an exaggerated lick she drew her tongue from the base to the tip, wringing it around the base of your head which forced a shudder out of you. Your back arched and tingled but the sensation was over far too quickly.
“Ungh, fuck…” you breathed out. You wanted more. You needed more. She continued getting closer and closer to giving you what she knew you wanted but took her enjoyment from delaying the inevitable.
“Foxy, just… oh my god just do it.” Was all you could say. She chuckled with a mouth half full of dick, a grin awash her face. Her ears pinned back and her tail whipped from side to side as she plunged her head directly over your phallus and took your entire length into her throat. Holding it down, she stared right into your eyes to see the mixture of torment and pleasure she was putting you through. Then she began lifting and lowering her head, up and down the full length of your shaft. Her lips grazed your most sensitive areas and drove you wild, her tongue sending your body into a frenzy. You had just been here to ask her a few questions, but this was a welcome distraction and a very welcome greeting.
You grasped blindly at scraps of fur atop her head and attempted to control her momentum, your hips beginning to buck wildly into her face. It was so deep inside her, and she took it all with seemingly no effort. You were moved with how easily she took so much cock and how easily she controlled you through it, sending wave after wave of sheer ecstasy through you.
Finally she’d had enough and slid forwards, her hand and hook on your chest. She started to gyrate her hips atop you, sliding her sopping pussy over your dick and teasing entry. A few times you could feel it snag on her entrance and desperately hoped it’d flick its way inside her but she remained bucking away on top of you, slipping and sliding her clit over your member. Finally, you’d had enough.
You pushed her backwards, sending her toppling over with her back now to the ground and darted up, pulling her knees to her shoulders in one smooth movement. Her eyes glistened with surprise.
“Mutiny.” You growled into her ear with a deep rumble, clamping your jaws onto her ear and sliding yourself inside her. She gasped at the sheer size and sudden sensation of being filled, but with this position not just filled but filled deep. Using your entire length you slammed repeatedly with huge thrusts, slapping your balls against her butt with a precise rhythm. Her ripe pussy squelched as you forced your way in and out and her chest heaved and jiggled with the sheer force of your movements.
She winced and moaned, squirmed and squealed at the sensations you were providing her. You could feel her inner walls contract and squeeze around you, signs of her body begging for your cum. You held off as long as you could but found yourself reaching the edge and hanging there, trying to hold back your blasts to stave off the orgasm. It was already too late – you felt movement from inside yourself, your balls clenching and tightening, and a swelling pressure that could mean only one thing.
You released a groan that you hadn’t realised was coming and shot wad after wad of steaming hot cum inside her. Lightning shot through your body and bounced its way around back and forth until it dulled into a throbbing tingle in your head and a satisfied numbness from your prostate.
“Fuck.” You panted. A pearly white glob of cum spooged out of her hungry hole as you pulled yourself out of her. “Ugh you were so tight…”
“And you were so big.” She huffed, her eyes closed and her head pressed back into the floor. You released her legs and let her rest.
You both took a minute to recover before attempting anything close to a conversation, basking in each other’s company. She stared deeply into you with a look you’d never seen from her before. She seemed wholly satisfied and in awe that you could make her feel that way.
“Ok, so… I came here to ask you some things.” You started.
“Ask me some things? You didn’t come to see me?” she interrupted. An audible twang of offense marred her voice.
“Let me rephrase that; I came to see you but also had some things to ask you.”
“That’s better. What can this old sea dog help you with?”
“… I’m trying to figure out who made you. All of you.”
“Arr, it doesn’t matter where you’ve come from laddy, it’s where you’re going.” She sounded like she didn’t share the same level of interest in the topic as yourself and Roxanne.
“I think in this instance it might matter. I have to know who made you all, how you ended up like this and why.” You weren’t entirely sure why it mattered so much to you, you just knew that it did. It was something you had to know. For a while you’d thought you were the only one that knew about their night life, their awareness and personality, but whoever made them would theoretically know about it as well.
“How we ended up like what?” She seemed on guard again. You started to wonder if she knew something.
“Alive. Able to think and talk and feel and… I just have to know. I saw inside Roxanne, on her skull it said Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental. Is that where they sent you when you got your repairs?”
“Twas but a few flickering moments in the dark I’m afraid, I didn’t see anything to tell me where I was. They didn’t say a word either, they were silent as the damned souls of the drowned.”
Well that wasn’t useful. “Would you mind if I took a look under your fur?”
She seemed a little weirded out by the question.
“You mean inside me?”
“Inside you. I want to see if you have a mark like Roxanne.”
“Arr, if you think there be treasure then have at it!”
You figured that would qualify as a yes and positioned yourself behind her. She didn’t have long, soft fur like Roxanne did but more a coating of felt over an exoskeleton. Still, there was an opening from which you could roll it up. It took a little getting to, pinching your nails underneath the rubber and attempting to get enough leverage but you managed it before too long. She had a similar metal dome hidden beneath it but no markings for any Circus Baby, just her name scrawled in marker. It was significantly more faded than Roxanne’s and with a different handwriting – neater, more legible.
As you glared down through the cavity into her chest the metalwork and welding you could see was older too. She seemed like she was slapped together by an amateur enthusiast in their garage rather than produced in a factory or workshop. You could see another pump and two more pieces of rubber hosing jolting around deep within her, just like Roxanne. With a defeated sigh you rolled her coverings back over her head.
“Thanks, Foxy. I didn’t find anything but thanks for letting me try.”
“Arr, it’s nothing. You just need a better map.”
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There was one last trip you needed to take before scouting out the location itself. One last lead that could get you any scrap of information that might prove useful prior to visiting the location you’d already set in your GPS. Just one tap would set you on your way to the unknown.
This location was downtown on the corner of a moderately busy intersection and had a parking lot around the side that was dimly lit by gently flickering streetlamps, populated by the spectres of plastic trash scuttering about in the breeze. You didn’t have a magic trick to get yourself inside here, no back door you knew your way through. You dearly hoped nobody would be working as night guard as you pounded the front door. A cold breeze chilled your fingers until you felt your bones screaming at you from beneath your skin.
“Funtime! Lolbit!” You hollered. With the location downtown, cars passing and people residing in the rooms above you didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself.
“Come on, where are you…” you muttered, shivering as you leant into the alcove of the doorway.
All the lights seemed to be out, at least most of them. Peering in you couldn’t make out any movement but continued knocking. Finally a shadowed figure breezed through the hallway towards the door, unlatching the yale lock and letting a blast of warm air enwrap you as you took a step inside.
“Blake! What’re you doing here?” Funtime chirped, excitedly giving you a hug. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close.
“I’ve come to see you and Lolbit!” you told her. You weren’t going to mess that up again. “I’ve got some questions for you too.”
“Ooh, like a pop quiz?” She asked, leading you into the dining hall. Lolbit was there laying atop one of the tables with a party hat over her muzzle.
“Not quite a pop quiz. Hey, Lolbit!” At sight of you she rolled off the table and skipped over to you, performing a turn and collapsing into your arms.
“It’s been too long old buddy old pal!” Lolbit squeaked, giggling as she stared up at you.
You had time to catch up to the both of them, talk for a little bit before you really got into the topic at hand. Living life entirely at night in (mostly) one building didn’t lead for much in the way of interesting conversation, but it was nice to hear about what they’d been getting up to nonetheless.
“I wanted to ask you both about a place called Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental.”
“Oh?” Funtime muttered. Her ears pricked up and her head tilted to the side. It seemed she at least knew the name.
“You know it? I should have asked you guys first.”
Lolbit cackled. “That place didn’t last long!”
“We were both there for one day. It was another Pizza joint like this one.” Lolbit and Funtime Foxy both glanced at each other.
“So get this – “ Lolbit began. “The boss’ daughter went up…” she started to burst out laughing. Funtime tried to continue but Lolbit fought away the tears of laughter and patted her down.
“She went up to that big baby head-“ she started laughing uncontrollably again.
Funtime rolled her eyes and continued from where she left off. “The boss’ daughter got snatched by one of the animatronics on their opening day. They shut it down and we ended up here. I don’t remember anything in-between and I don’t think Lolbit would be able to finish telling you even if she did.”
“The boss’ daughter? How did that happen? Who was the boss?” You asked quickly, this was what you were looking for.
“No idea who the boss was. I think the girl’s name was Elizabeth? She probably thought she was going to be eating pizza, not getting eaten!” The speaker in Funtime’s chest let off a bu-dum-tss sound but you weren’t laughing but Lolbit clearly thought it was hilarious.
“There wasn’t a gas leak?” You questioned, referencing the newspaper article you’d seen earlier.
“The only thing leaking was that poor girl’s blood!” Lolbit japed. You made a mental note to never invite these two to a dinner party.
“Come on, that’s not funny.” You glared to Lolbit.
So, a pizzeria that took over a closed down Freddy’s where the owner’s daughter died on it’s opening day, then shut down and reopened as an entertainment rental and supply company mixed with a possible theft of ‘equipment’ - whatever that could mean. It still didn’t tell you who made the girls and why. You took out your phone to look up a little more about the girl who died there. With the name Elizabeth you had a little more to go on and through some deep diving through google you managed to find another newspaper article, but it didn’t outright mention how she died or where. The timing seemed to match up with everything else you’d found and there weren’t exactly many girls named Elizabeth suddenly dying in mysterious circumstances.
Elizabeth Afton, daughter of businessman William Afton pronounced dead.
Not a hugely useful lead but it lead you to search William Afton, which in turn lead to articles pertaining to the original Fredbear family Diner location along with the sale of the rights to Fazbear Entertainment and an attack against a child in 1983 by one of the animatronics, a few supporting articles speculating that it was another one of Afton’s children. It seemed his business partner was a man named Henry Emily who also lost a child at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a location opened in 1973. There was a lot less on the internet about him, but there was an obituary piece that came up about his death in a fire. You clicked on one article where he gave an interview and skimmed through it. One particular part stood out to you.
‘Yes, in the future humans and machines will be working a lot closer together. Computers will make our lives easier and our work faster but they can also be used to inform, entertain and make us feel better about the world we live in. Even further into the future, maybe a hundred years from now, man and machine will unite. From an evolutionary standpoint we’re going nowhere, we still have to be the ones to manufacture our own destiny. In the meantime I want to push the boundaries of what we can achieve from robotics and make people rethink the purpose of machines in our lives.’
He seemed like an intelligent, forward thinking man. Dying in a fire in a children’s pizzeria, though? It seemed suspect. A man like that doesn’t die in a place like that. From what you read he very much believed in his work and if anyone were going to make animatronics that bordered on life-like it would surely be someone who believed in a technological singularity. You had no doubt - this was who you were looking for.
“Hey, girls. Does the name Henry Emily mean anything to you?” you asked, leaning your head to the side.
“Henry…” Funtime pondered.
“Emily…” Lolbit echoed, finishing Funtime’s thought. They looked off in consideration and seemed as though they were on the cusp of remembering something. You watched them and sounded the name out in your own head. It sounded so familiar, as if it were some long lost uncle you’d met when you were a baby and not seen since, who’s name would come up in passing at the dinner table every few years.
They shook their heads.
“I feel like I should know the name, but I just can’t place it.” Funtime answered. It was a shame the guy was dead, that really put the brakes on this whole thing. The only answer would be to go down there yourself and find out what was really going on. After your run-in with Nightmare Foxy and now hearing about more animatronics that were capable of murder, infanticide no less, you made your mind up that you were not going in there alone.
What kind of business was this, anyway? Numerous murders, animatronics going haywire and attacking people, and everything centring around William Afton and Henry Emily. Why did they bother employing only one night guard when they had three active locations? Why make such advanced animatronics, only to have them able to live at night? Your head was a muddled maze of questions that would need answers. That would all have to wait for now, you were here to visit Funtime and Lolbit – at least that was your excuse for being there. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and returned your attention fully to the girls.
“I missed you both, you know.” You wrapped an arm around Lolbit and another around Funtime, pulling them closer to you by the waist. They leaned their heads into your shoulders and nuzzled in.
“We missed you too.” Funtime smiled, rubbing her cheek into yours.
“You must have been miserable without us!” Lolbit crowed. You led them to sit at the benches with you.
“As soon as I’ve got a van again I’ll come pick you up more often, I promise.” You told them, and you meant it. Animatronics wandering the streets would be a cause for alarm, especially at night. Getting them to the pizzaplex and back required the van that you’d totalled. You toyed with the idea of selling your car and getting a van of your own just to haul them around but it wouldn’t be doable for a while on your pay-grade.
“How about we have some fun while you’re here, Blake?” Funtime whispered into your ear as she continued to rub her face against yours. You liked the sound of that very much.
You looked over to her, down into her shining eyes and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Things quickly began to intensify as your tongue inevitably found its way exploring the hollow of her mouth. Lolbit quietly slipped out of your grip and shoved her way between your legs, eyeing you with a menacing lust. You propped your spare hand atop her head, curling your pinkie finger around the base of one of her ears as she unzipped your pants and took no time unveiling your manhood. She knew what she wanted and had no reservations about getting it whatsoever.
Your other hand moved up from Funtime’s back and around her body onto the curve of her chest to grip a soft breast between your fingers and palm, a sizable mound that needed to be explored. Little moans eked out of her as you made out which were joined by moans of your own as Lolbit’s supple tongue explored your sack. She sucked one of your eggs into her mouth and toyed with it only to pop it out again using her lips. Your cock began to rise uncontrollably into her face, pushing against her cheek and twitching angrily.
You pulled Funtime up onto you over Lolbit who now began licking her way along the length of your shaft, teasing out twinkling globs of watery precum that stretched out into webs as she licked it off your tip. Funtime slipped above you, standing atop the bench at which you sat with her pussy waving in your face. It was warm, wet, and had the distinct heavy sweet musk that you’d come to expect from an excited female. You couldn’t help but start lapping up that slippery juice and feeling the folds inside her entrance. With an expert tongue you made fast circles around her clit and made her pussy spurt out more and more fluid that dribbled down your face and onto your chin. This was interceded by long strokes along the length of her opening to keep things fresh and keep her from reaching a climax any time soon.
Lolbit didn’t want to miss out on the fun and reached her hand down between her legs to rub her own throbbing pussy as she filled her mouth with you. That warm slick sensation of her mouth around your stiff flesh ran through you and weakened your knees to the point you had to lean back further into the table behind you. Funtime quaked above you and dribbled more juice onto you than you’d thought probable or possible from an animatronic, crying out with pleasure and mewling as she huffed at the touch of your tongue.
You growled approval to Lolbit with the flicking of her tongue around your tip, the sensation of the vibrations of your lips clearly exciting Funtime by the noises the was making. With your hand still atop her head, you pushed and thrusted your cock deeper down into Lolbit’s mouth.
It may have taken you a while to get the information you were looking for, but you were thankful for the journey as you forcefully pushed your tongue inside Funtime’s hole, neglecting her clit again to frustrate the girl and make her even more needy for you to fill her. This was going to be a long night.