You hadn’t called home since you explored the basement of Circus Baby’s Entertainment and rental – since they were of no real connection to you, there didn’t seem to be much point. Nobody had called you either, but at least it had given you the time and space you required to process the information that you weren’t human. Not in the way you’d understood yourself to be, at least. Somehow, you were an amalgamation of flesh, bone, and wiring, and had only just figured it out.
Rather than going berserk and running away or laying at home and sulking about the situation, you’d done the right thing and returned to work. The pizzaplex always seemed to quiet for such a large space, even with the animatronics. You’d still never seen it packed with kids since you worked the night shift and now that you knew the truth behind the animatronics, and yourself, you worried for their safety. Still, the animatronics had filled the void that was left by the realisation of what you were, and nobody could be closer to understanding what you were going through than the animatronics themselves. All of you were a bridge between life and death, real and digital, an erroneous blip on evolution manufactured by a small collection of insane geniuses who’s lives intertwined to bring about the death of countless young ones. They’d really helped you work through your feelings and had grown to be more than just animatronics or friends, they’d become your family.
“Fuck” you moaned as Lolbit’s tongue swirled around your glans, her head rocking back and forth with a quick rhythm. Behind her, Funtime lay face up with her arms wrapped around her legs, fingers gripping around her thighs. She lapped away at Lolbit’s pussy, slurping the warm dripping juice and panting heavily. You sunk back into the plush sofa and rested your head back, closing your eyes to focus on the sensations coursing through you. Through your eyelids you could still make out the flashing of neon lights form the laser tag arena below and feel the reverberations from the thumping bass blasting from the speakers.
Knelt on the floor bedside Funtime Roxanne was pumping away at her pussy with two slender fingers, intermittently pulling out to give it a few firm slaps which drove her wild, interrupting her tongue action on Lolbit as she moaned and buckled at her touch. Even Foxy wasn’t left out, standing above Roxanne as she used her long tongue to push into her pussy and flick her clit. Foxy grabbed her rips and rubbed her nipples as she ground her hips into Roxanne’s face, moisture dribbling down her chin. The smell in the air was palpable; thick, heavy and sweet.
With her free hand Roxanne cupped Foxy’s butt, swirling a finger around her sphincter in a teasing manner as she ringed her entrance with the tip of her tongue before dipping in. Foxy dug her fingers down to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit for Roxanne as she lapped away at her. Funtime’s hips jerked up and down, grinding against Roxanne’s fingers as her legs quaked uncontrollably. She’d manged to scoop her fingers upwards and hit the most sensitive part of her, making a ‘come here’ motion with her hands and rubbing the palm against her delicate folds as she pushed her fingers in deeper. Lolbit seemed frustrated with Funtime’s waning attention and ground her ass deeper onto her muzzle to demand satisfaction, grunting angrily while still nursing your cock. Dissatisfied with her grunts you opened your eyes and put a hand on the back of her head. She gave you a look as if to say ‘I’m sorry’, but it was too late. You pushed her head down onto your dick until you felt it push past her throat into the tighter region beyond until there was no length left to give, her face pressed right up against your torso and her mouth beyond filled with turgid meat.
She started moving slower, taking the length down with a slow motion as she scarfed down inch after inch until she reached the base only to lift back up quickly and repeat it all over again. The feeling of her soft tongue and warm mouth and everything inside of it brushing and squeezing on the head of your cock felt incredible, tingling the nerves inside your body and forcing your butt to clench instinctively. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it, but it accentuated the pleasure to no end and made your dick just that little bit stiffer, not that it had ever been a problem for the girls.
You felt yourself getting close as you gripped your fingers into the plush fabric of the sofa and gripped Lolbit by the ear, but you weren’t even close to done yet, there was so much more fun to be had. You pulled yourself further up onto the couch and took Lolbit’s hand. Funtime seemed a little preoccupied anyway, and you knew full well you could give her the attention she’d been looking for. You pulled Lolbit up onto the fabric and pointed her so she was looking out over the laser tag arena, her tail swishing around happily. Stepping behind her you lined up your length with her slit and grasped her waist with one hand, feeling the sweeping curve of her body. As you entered her you were greeted by a gasping moan and the pointed ears atop her head swung back while her tail stuck out.
With heavy strokes you pounded away at her rear, taking every last bit of her insides as your own as you stretched her wide and filled her deep. Almost in time with your thrusts she cried out and grunted, the sofa beneath you beginning to rattle and creak at the sheer force. It was a good job there were no blacklights in the VIP booth or the place would shine like the night’s sky with globs of cum soaked into the cloth after your many times fucking the girls there. It had the right atmosphere, and they sure seemed to like it.
Wet slapping sounds from Lolbit and Funtime echoed around the chamber harmonised with the groaning and grunting from all involved. Roxanne continued to pound away with frightening speed at Funtime’s sopping cunt as her legs convulsed and she writhed on the floor. There wasn’t Lolbit to worry about now, Roxanne could finish the job. When Funtime’s eyes rolled back in her head, her hands pushed against the floor, and with her butt soaked from an abundance of fluids, Roxanne started slapping the length of her vagina with quick, heavy strokes. Funtime almost curled into a ball backwards as she lost control of herself, parts of her tensing without her instruction or consent, as she reached her climax. A steady stream of glistening clear liquid sprayed from out of her and shot across the room, soaking Roxanne’s hand in the process. She panted desperately and tried to regain control of her body, pulling her knees up to her chest and releasing a long groan as the feeling bounced around her and drained her of energy.
Roxanne growled happily at the results of her work before making her way back to Foxy who remained stood over her, toying with her pussy and breasts while looking down at the wolf girl beneath her. Roxanne took a soaked finger and plunged it inside of herself, waiting for Funtime to recover from her ordeal. She ploughed her aching hole as she lapped her tongue against Foxy’s sopping cunt. You remained ploughing into Lolbit, taking a hand around her throat with the other around her slender waist as your dick twitched and throbbed inside her. You could feel your insides seize and swell as your prostate pumped within you, your balls lifted and contracted, and you finally pushed yourself over the edge. You finally gave a long, heavy groan and pulled her up towards you and bit down on her ear. When the sensations subsided, you pulled yourself out of her to which she squeaked at the feeling of suddenly being empty again. Cum drooled from her, glistening and thick, and began to slowly dribble down her pussy.
The shuffling of feet from down the hallway to the VIP room didn’t stop anyone, with bodies writhing and enjoying one another, until Montgomery Gator leaned against the wall and watched.
“You’re at it again, huh?” You turned to face him. Roxanne was still attending Foxy, but she glanced over to see what the fuss was about.
“What’s up?” You huffed, catching your breath.
“Phone call. Unknown number.” They all knew not to answer the phone since they weren’t supposed to be as alive as they were. You were supposed to be working, but blowing off steam with the girls was too much fun to pass up.
“I’ll be back.” You said to no-one in particular, allowing them to continue their fun in your absence. You started walking out with Monty back through the hall, eyeing the posters as you walked past.
“That looked like fun.” He said, shooting you a sly smile from one side. Him and Freddy had been good to you during your time here. Having other guys to support you was a big help in a different way than the girls could offer. At this point they’d been like brothers to you, and knowing the story of how they came to be made you reflect on how lonely their existence must be here.
“It was.” You grinned back. “Always is.”
“Who’s calling at this time anyway?” he pondered, curious as to who it could have been. You knew full well there were only a small category of people that called this late, none of them good.
“It’s either some punk kids trying to get a laugh, an emergency from head office, the alarm system on the fritz, or…” you paused on that thought as you reached your office, pushing the door open and staring at the phone. “Or someone else entirely.”
You pushed the down key on the chunky receiver to view the last number that called and pressed the dial key. You had a hunch it wouldn’t work, and sure enough it didn’t. There was no dial tone, nothing. As you put it down with a shrug, eager to get back to the girls, the screen lit up with a flash and the handset began to scream its usual high pitched cheeps. Immediately you pulled up the receiver and lifted it to your ear.
“Hello?” you answered, giving a glance to Monty. He dropped his head in a nod and made his way out the room, his job done. You were met with nothing more than a crackling silence. “Helloooo?” You repeated down the receiver, answered this time by the click of a tape and the hissing screech of digital pulses down the phone, layer after layer of tones flicking between highs and lows. That modem sound pushed through your ear and digitised itself into you as you stood there staring blankly.
“Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” The same neutral voice from before rang out. It was distinctly artificial, reminding you of your time playing around with the text to speech on your computer when you were younger. At least, if that was you. “Bravo. Lemur. Alpha. Kilo. Echo.” The calls usually weren’t this close together, typically a year between them at a minimum. Always just long enough for you to forget all about them before they’d show back up. You were ready for the tune to follow, but this time it was a different ditty, a number from the 40s you reasoned by its tone. It sounded oddly familiar, just like the last piece that sounded down the phone to you. It repeated itself before another modem sound blurted down the phone. Your face squeezed into a wince for a moment as the noise entered your eardrums. Once the music and the noise had finally ended, the voice rang out again.
“Update Protocol. Two. Two. Eight. Eight.” It paused, and then repeated the numbers. “Two. Two. Eight. Eight.” The tune played itself one more time, indicating the end of the message. With a click the tape ended, leaving the dialling tone calling out into your ear. You replaced the receiver softly before staring out into the hallway.
You knew exactly who that was this time. You knew who was sending the messages on the other end, and they knew their identity was open to you now. You had no idea what the message had done to you, what secret instructions it may have contained, or if it was dangerous to take these calls now. For all you know it could be some kind of reset or backup call, that everything that made you who you were could be wiped out with such a simple action as hearing a string of binary noises that formed a command. Your fears were assuaged by the fact that this person created what you now are and you assumed that your interests were in their interests. Whatever goal they were playing towards, you would have to play towards for the time being. If they truly didn’t wish for themselves to be discovered, or feared that you would take the information public, something would have been done about you already. Perhaps it was programmed into you, but you couldn’t see yourself telling the media about the whole situation for fear of the repercussions against your animatronic family. The world just wasn’t ready yet.
You felt no different in that instance, fingers gently skimming off the handset. Moments passed as you stared blankly, contemplating your next move. With slow movements you slipped into the glittering hallway and saw no-one around. With a flick you pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head, sunk your hands into the pockets and made for the door without so much as a word to the others. You strode into the night and hopped into the van, taking a look in the side mirror at the entrance for a second before turning the key and driving away.
You didn’t know where you were going, nor why you left so immediately. Perhaps it was the shock of receiving another call so soon, or being overwhelmed from knowing your life was entirely a lie, possibly even fabricated, and that there may be more of you out there. Something in you had broken in that moment and now your body acted on its own. You drove yourself downtown and slowly drove past Circus Baby’s party and rental, imagining your life while you had been there. There was nothing left for you there and you had no further interest in returning to its decayed womb.
You found yourself parking in the same place you had before and stepped out of the vehicle, taking in your surroundings as you had before. Nothing had changed. As you walked to the road, circus baby’s on your right, you paused for a moment before taking a left. It wasn’t long before you found yourself walking through an old neighbourhood with houses that made up the original parts of the town before it grew and sprawled out uncontrollably. Large houses built well before you were born towered on both sides of the street with long gardens and gnarled trees. Most had wooden pillars out front holding up awnings in dire need of repainting and in the dim light it almost made them look abandoned, hollow, forgotten.
Wandering through the mighty desert of houses you sank deeper into the streets and away from the path, your mind still numbed with aimless thought. You were a sack of flesh and bone powering a computer – were you even alive? And the girls, the complete reverse. A biological brain kept alive by a machine, but both of you had systems of controls and regulations restricting your thought and activities. You had all been kept in a psychological cage by this Sammy you had yet to meet. It was a large cage, admittedly, given that your critical faculties were largely intact. You could laugh, you could cry, think freely, attempt to procreate, and even rebel against your creator – it wasn’t the case that you had been reduced to a servile machine for a single purpose. Still, those freedoms were not your own. At any given moment he could simply whisk them all away.
One of the houses passing in your periphery for just a moment caught your eye. Your steps stopped immediately and you stared up to the windows, one of which glowed softly, with signs of movement coming from within. A peculiar sense of deep Déjà vu consumed your senses and you realised with horror that you weren’t wandering without a purpose and trying to make sense of everything, not in the slightest – he’d instructed you to come here. He lived so close to the entertainment rental; his operations were right there at his fingertips this whole time. Unable to conjure the better judgement you made your way up the concrete steps to the house, one by one. Before you stood the door that you presumed held all the answers to your situation, to the burning questions you’d been granted by the revelations of your condition. You had expected something grander, something more villainous. This wasn’t a lair or secret hideaway, nor hidden lab; it was a regular house in a regular neighbourhood with a regular car perched in the driveway. Without a button for a doorbell you raised a twitching hand to knock on the wood, holding a fist in the air for a second before the door opened without giving you the chance to knock.
Startled, you took a step backwards and stared at the opening gap in the frame, light filling the space before you through its widening crack. Unable to draw away your eyes you scanned the frame for whoever might be on the other side, waiting for Sammy to show himself. Finally a head peered from the opening – the silhouette of a bald dome at first, with a grainy appearance in the grainy light. Then, two large rims with sunken orbs resting within, scanning around before fixing on you. Rows of flat wooden teeth showed themselves, and you realised you were staring back at another animatronic. Crude, austere, but an animatronic nonetheless. A sudden realisation struck you – this might by Sammy. The girls were all capable of high functioning thought, as were you. Sammy was clearly intelligent, but he may have run experiments on himself as well.
“…Sammy?” You asked cautiously, your face twisted with confusion. The towering creature inside straightened and pulled open the door, inviting you in. You could see now he was entirely wooden, with designs and notations scrawled into it with pen and crayon. A bow tie had been crudely scribbled onto its neck in blue marker and as you got a better look, he didn’t seem to be particularly menacing. His movements were slow and lumbering as he pulled himself back from the doorway, allowing you to enter. Slowly you stepped inside and started to peer around.
“Who are you?” You asked genuinely. The figure turned to look at you, but didn’t offer a reply. It moved onwards and started ascending the stairs, one with each step, while holding onto the hand rail. There was a quiet sadness in its movements and a contemplative understanding in its silence. The whole place was pretty clean but seemed to lack a good amount of furniture. There was little in the way of decoration too, save for a few old movie posters some of which you recognised as psychological thrillers and space operas among Fazbear merchandise. One of the things that struck you on the way up the stairs was a collage of old photos arranged in an antique wooden frame. Given the rest of the miscellany, you wagered that this one wasn’t originally his.
There was a headshot of each member of the family at least, but more of the kids. One girl, one boy, a blonde-haired woman with a soft smile holding the children, and a man you recognised as a younger Henry Emily. This was the right place. Under the weight of the animatronic the old stairs creaked and growled as you both made your way to the top, taking a left towards the master bedroom. Another animatronic emerged from a room behind you, a tall deep blue cat with an egg shaped white marking on his chest. His eyes glistened as he caught sight of you, shooting you a fanged smile.
“Well, what do we have here?” he purred, adjusting the red tie around his neck. “Looks like you’ve finally made your way home.” You didn’t know what to say to that. Perhaps at one point this may have been your home, unless he meant it as a collective home for Sammy’s creations? You didn’t have enough context to properly formulate a response. You took a moment trying to think of something to say, but he interjected before you got the chance to.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” he chucked at his own cheesy joke, closing the distance between you and examining your face up close with little care for personal space.
The silent wooden mannequin gently pushed the feline away, tilting its head to express a wordless protection over you. With a glance up towards the towering beast you realised just how strong it must be despite its lack of speed. Once again it turned to the bedroom and gave you a subtle look to ask that you follow.
“Sam’s gonna be waiting, I know.” The cat grumbled, following behind you. The door to the bedroom was already open, sounds of whirring fans and clacking keys coming from within. You still didn’t quite know what to expect on the other side but as you entered you noticed that it wasn’t much of a bedroom at all. Mechanical parts hung from the walls and polystyrene boxes of medical supplies sat stacked in one corner with a few refrigerators and freezers stacked against one wall. He’d turned it into more of a workshop than anything, and cables ran across the floor like arteries down into a single hole that’d been drilled right through the floor. Sat in a tall computer chair on the other side was the only other human you’d seen for quite some time now, tapping away at his dimly lit computer station. Three screens all pointed at him, one with cascading windows of command prompts and another with a spreadsheet, the main one obscured from your view by the back of his ratty chair. Stood next to him was another feline animatronic, with more of a purple hue but similar markings to the one you’d just met. They turned their head to meet your gaze and shot you the same toothy grin that you’d seen moments before.
“…You must be Sammy.” You opened, ending the silence. He raised his left hand, pointing the back of it towards you with fingers outstretched for a moment before hammering away at the keyboard again with blistering speed, as though the keys were an extension of his own body. With a heavy clack on the enter key he pushed his hand on the desk to spin the chair around to face you.
“Blake.” He said, a sly grin across his face. He wasn’t quite what you were expecting. Mostly bald now, unshaven and rather corpulent, he peered at you from bespectacled eyes that dropped into purple bags. He sat with his legs up in his chair and leaned his arms across them, hairy, beefy mitts drooping lazily in his lap. Given the dexterity required to manufacture the animatronics and perform complex surgery, you’d always imagined somebody with more spider-like precision. One of his legs sat strangely in his stained pyjama bottoms, the fabric draping over it in an irregular shape. Tracing the length of it you saw a mechanical foot sticking out the bottom.
Both of you were silent for what seemed like an eternity as you sized each other up, but his grin changed into a beam and he slid out of his chair and approached you with speed. You froze, not knowing what to expect of him but he reached out to you with arms outstretched and gripped you in a hug. It was the least comfortable experience you’d had since your run in with nightmare Foxy but there was something about it that felt different, more real than anything you’d felt in a long time. You stared at the female feline animatronic who stood by the computer station with a puzzled look across your face, your arms seized at your side. You could feel the warmth coming from his body, the muscle and tissue beneath twitching and squirming with his gentle movements, but also the sweet musk of biological life. None of the animatronics had anything close to that warmth, and none of them had anything even close to as strong or genuine a smell as that. He soon pulled back from the awkward hug and stepped back to get a better look at you. “Cindy, lights please.”
The light from a little lamp and the computer screens became eclipsed by the ceiling lights erupting into life without so much as the flip of a switch. The feline animatronic must have the ability to remotely access the systems of the house, you figured. Your eyes had to take a second to adjust to the brightness now flooding the room. He took a long look at you up and down before getting a closer inspection as the male cat had earlier. Finally his eyes reached back to your own.
“Tell me everything.” He requested, the smile still on his face. Everything? Everything about what, you wondered.
“What do you mean? Why did you bring me here?” you answered.
“Everything. Start from your earliest memory, how you feel, have you had any issues with your body? Thought? What can you tell me about me?” his questions came thick and fast. “We have so much data to compile. Maybe we can even upgrade your hardware while you’re here!” He seemed so eager, so excited to have you return to him. You shook off the questions, unable to comprehend so much at once. You didn’t want him tinkering around inside your head though; he’d already done enough of that.
He realised his excitement was getting away with him and the look on his face changed. “Alright, alright. How about we start with a drink? I’m sure you have plenty of questions too.” He seemed so ordinary. Eccentric, yes, but mostly an ordinary guy. He moved past you towards the hallway, the animatronics ushering you out. With a glance back towards the medical supplies you reminded yourself exactly what he was capable of, the things he’d done, and reinstated your guard.
You made your way to the kitchen, a room that hadn’t been decorated for quite some time. It had been kept clean but the appliances had begun to take on a yellow tinge and the whole room had a stale 90s feel to it. He sat at the counter table while one of the felines flicked on the kettle and took out two cups.
“Let’s start from the beginning.” He started, motioning to the animatronics. “This is Candy, and that’s Cindy. They help me with my business and look after things while I’m otherwise occupied. This one is Blank.” He patted the wooden giant on the back. “He’s whatever I want him to be. I normally test your updates on him first for a safe environment before patching them live to you.”
You stared deeply into Blank’s eyes, seeing a silent sadness within them. You imagined yourself trapped inside that body of metal and wood, something that had happened before many times without you ever knowing. Wondering if that would even count as you, the real you, or just an emulation, some altered copy of you, Blank stared back. He seemed to be wondering the same things – what it would be like to be encased in flesh, to require constant sustenance and to be so fragile in a world full of horrors.
Sammy snapped his fingers in the direction of your face. “Pay attention, this isn’t the time to be daydreaming.” You snapped out of your daze and stared back at him. “As I was saying, I’m Samuel Emily. I created you, as you know. I created all of these animatronics. Some of the earlier ones I upgraded; I brought life back to them but the newer models are entirely my doing.” Cindy approached with a cup of tea, small china jug of cream and a few cubes of sugar in a little bowl.
“And so are you.” He grinned. All eyes fell on you and an expectant silence fell across the room.
“… why?” Was all you could muster. “Why did you make them all?” You still didn’t include yourself in that, unconsciously drawing a difference between yourself and the animatronics. You were flesh and bone, after all, even if what made you who you were was just a program.
“Why?” he repeated. “Why not? Imagine the possibilities of having an immortal body with untold strength, abilities far beyond human understanding – Candy and Cindy can connect to WiFi, imagine being able to control the world around you through that, or having the collective weight of human understanding right there in your mind to reach out and grasp whenever you wanted it! We could go into the depths of space, to the bottom of the oceans, send the animatronics into dangerous situations no human body could… they can work faster, harder, better, and for longer.” He leaned in, excited about it all. “Humans evolved to grow smarter, and now we’re diluting our strengths and breeding in weakness. Gene editing can go so far, but you are the first step on the ladder to our next evolution. Our bodies are weak and our minds grow dull, we can do away with all of that.” Sammy practically shuddered with excitement. You couldn’t argue that he had a point, as much as you wanted to. When he was finally done you had your turn again.
“You … you killed kids. You killed me.” Trembling, you confronted him. “And then you put them in shells and controlled their minds.” He grunted and glanced off momentarily at Candy who shrugged back at him.
“I saved those kids from a lifetime of misery. I chose them because of their circumstances. A violent home, diseases from which they’d have no recovery, take your pick. I chose them to enrich their lives. That ‘shell’ you call you isn’t yours, that was a kid who’s parents were drug addicts. He would have gone from shelter to shelter and become one himself, repeating the cycle. I made you from scratch – you’re just numbers in a program.” You felt sick. Half of you wanted to storm out of there, the other half to grab a knife from the block sat by the sink and dig it deep into his heart.
“They weren’t yours to take, you talk about them as if there was no hope whatsoever for them! You killed them.” He shook his head and turned to Cindy.
“Did I kill you, or are you very much alive right now?” he asked. Cindy nodded to him and leaned back against the kitchen worktop.
“I’m definitely as alive as I can be. I even remember my short life before this body.” She answered. You wondered if the other animatronics still had their memories deep down inside that brain of theirs.
“Look, you don’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Afton wasn’t didn’t show any discrimination with the kids he chose, but I built on his work in a more ethical way. I’m glad he’s gone. I started out upgrading the animatronics of his and working out what made them tick, I lease them out to Fazbear’s during the day and they can have their freedom at night. I made new ones based on that technology, then you were the other branch of it. The next phase is to merge the two and put a human consciousness and soul within them without the need for any living organs, but binding a soul to a machine even with remnant is … pretty fucking difficult.”
Difficult or no, he hadn’t stopped to ask if he should even be doing it in the first place. Part of you felt sorry for the guy, that he was so single-mindedly focused on this. You drew the conclusion that he must have lost his leg to his run-in with nightmare Foxy and constructed himself an animatronic one to replace it. This endeavour had destroyed his family, and it was taking him piece by piece.
“You have to stop this.” You told him, pulling yourself out of your seat and rising to your feet.
“I’ve come too far now, I’m too close. You can’t stop progress, Blake. Besides, I’m just to set the animatronics free to go and get jobs and live their lives among regular people? Pay taxes and all the rest of it?”
Once more you eyed that knife. Someone had to put an end to this. Between you and the knife block stood the two cats, eyeing you back. “So you’re just going to keep on killing? It’s not going to stop until you’ve changed the way we all live? You’re insane.”
“We have to do something, we’re ruining this planet. We’re ruining our species. Surely you can see that?” You couldn’t do anything about him now. Not on your own. You knew where he lived, you knew what you’d be going up against. Now wouldn’t be the time to go up against him, but at least he granted you a little context behind it all.
“You’re sick.” You spat out at him before knocking the tea in his direction and bolting for the door. You hadn’t even made it to the doorway of the kitchen before Blank had taken a hold of your arm and pulled you into his chest, restricting your movement as you thrashed and squirmed against him.
“Sick or not, Blake, I have a world to save.”