7 Chapter 6

There was no one.

She arrived at the security office, but no one was there. She only found some traces of blood on the ground and also noticed some pieces that possibly fell from Foxy's head. Seeing that she was able to intuit that the blow must be quite strong because it is not easy to knock out an animatronic, more so if it is someone like Foxy who was programmed to be tough... she has her mistakes, but in that aspect, no.

But that does not matter. The guard was not here. Could he have run away? Did he escape? It may be an idea, but the mere idea of ​​him leaving before even finishing his shift is not something she has ever seen. Other than that, leave like that? She doesn't believe it? She thinks this guard wouldn't do that at all.

The trail of blood at least said something else. She watched for a few seconds actually. She crouched down. She couldn't help but touch it. It was somewhat dry, but she could still stick it to her fingers. Curious, she gave it a little lick. The surprise was to see that it seemed to be quite delicious.

"Makes you want to have more, huh?" Her golden version of her couldn't help but speak in the background when she saw her do that. "Okay, understood. He is injured, weak, surely he will not be able to defend himself... this is your chance to act."

"I'm not going to do anything." She suppresses her impulses very well. She is somehow the eldest and must behave like one. "I have to make sure he's okay, and nothing bad happens to him," it's that if something bad happens to him, he ends up dying more than anything... things aren't going to get any better... "I don't want that to happen again... one more time..."

"This time, I'll just tell you this: it wasn't your fault..."

"Still, I feel like I have it. That's why I have to make sure the guard doesn't die…" She can get an idea of ​​where he's gone. It is not so complicated to look for him because she knows this place like the back of her hand... that and because each part of the place is detailed within her programming. "I just hope he's not gone."

"And when you find it, you make him yours and..."

She decided to ignore her golden version that only she could see, keeping the guard in mind.

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Kitchen, 01:00 a.m.

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The kitchen was not a very bright place to say. It was certainly not that visible. There was light, of course, but that didn't mean that the kitchen became one of the darkest places in the establishment late at night.

Fredica was equipped with night vision. This was nothing to her. She used to use it sometimes when the previous guard ran out of power and went to visit him though... sometimes when she activated her night vision, the music box she had equipped inside would start ringing and ringing. It was a typical children's tune... but at times like this, you can listen to that when you're alone in the dark with things moving on their own, and you'll have the scariest moment of your life.

That's why when she went through the kitchen, the music box rang and rang.

She looked around the kitchen. She couldn't find him no matter how much she looked everywhere. There was no trace of blood either when she looked at the ground. Perhaps she was confused and mistook that he had come to the kitchen. Where is he hiding? The bathroom? It wasn't a good place either, but... where could he go?

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She heard a sound.

She swears she heard something being opened. She turned in the direction where she had heard that. She was slowly walking, then following the echo of the sound produced a few seconds ago. She walked there only to find a small open door and some things falling from there but nothing else. Of course, there was a huge space.

"Smart," were the words of her golden self. "He knew someone would come for him, and he made some space here to hide beforehand." She was nodding approvingly at the guard. "We have a fighter over here..."

"...do you really think he was prepared for this?" Fredica asked. "It seems that he is now, not before. He didn't think we could move-"

"In that case, he's someone smart and used to this. What would he have done before coming here? Meh, anyway, he will be an empty shell when we use him... hehe..."

Luckily she doesn't let her golden version advise her in life... if it was before everything that has happened, she might listen to her and take advantage of the wounded guard to make him her sex toy... but right now, she must act and behave. He's had enough, the poor guy with having to suffer Foxy, and right now, seeing Chica one more time.

So, she decided to leave the kitchen.

When she left, at that moment it was the guard who came out from the place where he was hiding. It was the same one that Fredica had seen, but he was hidden a little bit more to the side, having done this on purpose with the mere fact of distracting her and buying him time.

The pain he felt from his shoulder wasn't much anymore. He already cried, he secreted the pain he felt when he had to put on something hot to have to close the wound a little, more also when he had to try to disinfect it because a wound like that, more with the first-aid kit that he had, he managed to do it somehow. He was grateful that he learned this a bit before working here.

He got out of there.

His feet hurt but not like before. It is still uncomfortable to walk. He feels that it's not very real that hitting Foxy's abdomen would hurt so much but, well, there he is, with his feet a little swollen. He took the opportunity to come here and look for some ice that, well, there was but little. It calmed him down but not enough.

His shoulder could barely move. This little self-inflicted medical attention will go a long way, but it should be seen soon. Once he gets out, he'll go to the hospital and see how much money he'll lose.

"Nothing can get worse than this."

In itself, not only was Chica no longer in her place when his shift began, but Foxy came, told him things that he did not understand, things that left him speechless because of how she went directly to finish him off, almost killing him. His neck still hurts. He can breathe just a little better, but it still hurts.

He was touching his neck. Barely brushing his neck, he remembered her grip. How can it be that she put so much force on it? He believes that she could have killed him with her hand alone. Instead, she had to use her hook. He looked at the wound on his shoulder already bandaged and somewhat treated. He could see the blood that came out a little, but it was already somehow controlled... or so he wanted to believe.

He then walked to the office to try to shut himself in completely.

He looked everywhere, there was not a single sound. There was no one. It was normal... but right now, he doesn't want to apply common sense to things.

He arrived a minute later at the security office. He completely took his time coming back because it was understandable. His swollen feet hurt to walk. He wants to rest and let time pass.

There was no one inside, that was good.

As soon as he entered, he saw that an hour had passed since what happened. The energy was left to spare. He didn't think much. For now, he closed both office doors. As soon as he did, he saw that the energy consumption was greater and would be spent faster, leaving him in the dark as he supposes. At least an hour or two or until the percentage reaches 30%, he would open everything. He would completely risk his life by opening the doors but in complete darkness? It doesn't feel like it's the best of ideas.

Once everything was closed, he sat down on the chair.

He sighed heavily as he tried to relax and rest.

It was so when he barely opened his eyes again to look at nothingness itself, in front of him, a cute bear with curious eyes appeared.

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Things really couldn't go wrong.

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Security office, 01:05 am

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She came to the office to see if he was there, but there was no one.

How can it be that there is no one? She thought this would be the place where he had gone. In its place, there was nothing. She should then search the entire establishment. He may be very hidden... or he may be in plain sight. He can't hide if he's in the dark because she can see him.

It's quite a puzzle right now because she doesn't know this guard at all.

But all her thoughts were gone when she heard the sound of doors slamming shut. She turned around, and well, she saw the guard she was looking for so much to know if he was right and if she needed to give him a hand.

There he was, sitting, looking into her eyes... or feeling like he was looking at her breasts. It's strange. She smiled for a moment, but then she was very serious again.

"Hello," she spoke. The guard did not respond at all. He was quiet. You could tell he was breathing and everything, it was already some progress. She just stared at him. She expected him to say something, but it seems that she has met someone shy. "I see you're not one to talk... right?" There was no answer on this either. He kept his gaze fixed on her. She liked being looked at in such a way although... she also felt something strange with that look. It was as if he was seeing someone other than her. "Aren't you going to talk to me?"

Now let's move on to the blonde's mind.

How can he feel right now?

First Chica, then Foxy who almost killed him, now Fred who talked to him like it was nothing.

That wasn't the worst of it.

Being looked at by her, he felt something very strange. Not only did he feel that she was staring at him, but he also felt that he was being seen by another set of eyes and these eyes felt very close to him, too close. He had them stuck in him in a certain way. It was very strange for a change because it gave him a sense of danger and some fear that supposed look he felt on him. But there was no one except the two of them. Perhaps he imagines it... although if we talk about imagining things, after living what he has lived in these moments, it is more than clear that the idea he thought cannot be so far-fetched.

That's why he didn't speak, besides processing what happened tonight.

He tried to open his mouth to say something. Fredica was surprised because he was finally about to speak. He silenced his words. They didn't go out. It's kind of hard to talk about when you experience something like that in a span of... one hour? It's hard for him. He has a lot to process and can't get carried away at the moment. It's... yeah, complicated is the perfect word.

"I see you're not going to talk either, great." Fredica sighed. There was no remedy. In these moments, she showed concern, a noticeable one on her face that the guard noticed. "Listen, I came by to see if you're okay…I'm sorry for what Foxy did." Secretly, the guard at least had a slightly good impression of her. Of course, he has in mind the music that he had heard when he was in the kitchen. It was weird and a little scary. "I promise it won't happen again."

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"You don't have to say anything." Still, she knew he wouldn't say anything. "There's no need to say thank you either. I don't want... we don't want something bad to happen to you. We don't want another guard to leave..."

"It is true."

"True?"

Fredica did not understand at all.

Truth? The truth of what? She didn't understand his question. She looked at him confused, tilting her head to the side. You could even see the question mark above her head.

"The former guard." Fredica didn't expect him to speak. Besides, his voice... the tone of his voice is something very strange to her. But mentioning the guard then, at least from how he said, the previous guard, she already understood something. "Is it true what happened to him?"

His mind came to the previous guard.

Taking into account that Francis and the manager have said that the guard left because the animatronics talked and wanted to do things with him, he wanted to know now from one of those responsible for the guard's behavior. He wanted to know what she could say, what she could answer, what reason she would say, what excuse... he has many doubts.

He spoke only for that. He still had his doubts about communicating with them.

Fredica was surprised by that question.

She looked at the guard sitting in the chair. She leaned, supported the ass that she, herself, carried on the desk while she crossed her arms, serious.

"It's true. We had... spent more than two months without a guard... we were overcome with emotion... and we played with him at all times. We also wanted to hang out by his side but, he thought we wanted to hurt him..."

"You all wanted to dry him out with sex, you have to admit that not having action in like, forever..."

"I don't blame him either, we're to blame in a way." She ignored her golden self completely. She didn't want to give any indication that she was talking to someone else either. "That's why we told ourselves we wouldn't do anything wrong with the new guard, I mean you."

"And here I am, with a bruised and possibly dislocated shoulder," the blonde replied as he shook his head. "Great…" He denied it once more while sighing. "To think that the previous guard was really right with what the others told me... shit, shit and more shit," he looked at the ground, worried. Raising his head and seeing Fredica's legs seriously was a very beautiful sight... but he couldn't think of mundane things right now. "So will you do try to do something to me too?"

"Eh?"

"You have the eyes of a hunter when she sees her prey." Yes, he couldn't be fooled on this, at least. His harsh childhood makes him recognize these things. He could see Fredica acting serious, but he could see how she kept ogling him. "...What will you do?"

"I only came to see you," she secretly cursed when she got discovered. "I won't hurt you. None of us will hurt you."

"In that case," the chair was one of those that you could move everywhere. He pushed, as he could, in fact, the chair with his feet. He pushed himself. He walked over to one of the doors and pressed the button. It opened itself. "Go away, I need to rest from all this."

Fredica was not one to refuse this, at least. She knows very well that she should give him some time to process everything. She was under the door now. She stopped. She could feel the guard's gaze on her. She also felt her ass being looked up and down. She turned around. "...you will come back...?"

"I don't know..."

In a way, that answer was enough for the bear.

She walked away a bit. She didn't feel the door close. It seems that somehow he took her word that she would not do anything. At least trust her a little. It was a relief. As such, with that relief, she decided to first make a stop along the way.

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Bathrooms, 01:40 a.m.

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"You had your chance to do something but, noooo, she decides to just be a good girl."

"I told you all I wanted to do is see if he was okay."

"You know very well that you cannot lie to me. You can say that you didn't want to do anything, but your body betrays you enormously..."

"Tsk..."

It was true.

Fredica was mainly to go and make sure he was okay. She didn't want him to run away, she wouldn't let that happen because first, she has to see if he will come back to work tomorrow. She was very willing to do everything so that he wouldn't leave, not thinking of her anymore but for the rest of them, as they say, sisters.

But on the other hand, she knows that this was for herself and nothing else.

At all times, not only did she notice his serious look on her, but she could feel how he looked at her breasts, as well as her legs, and later and before leaving there her butt. She could feel that he was devouring her completely.

Her body didn't lie. Also, her thoughts betrayed her because she clearly thought about how to have raped that weak guard, and how to have been marked by him, something that she could show off in front of the others and make it clear who is in charge.

Some sort of liquid flowed between her legs and all over them. She lowered her head and could see that it was like a waterfall. She was very wet. Her breathing was very labored, and it was also difficult for her to move as such because of the desire she was feeling, the lust.

"You've seen?" The golden version of her floated like it was nothing. She appeared and disappeared elsewhere. At that, she appeared from behind her. She took her by the shoulders. "Look at yourself in the mirror that they have repaired because of you," Fredica ended up paying attention. "This is the real you, a dirty and perverted little bear who only wants to please her owner..." She blew a little bit of air to one of her ears. Only she, Fredica, knew what she had to do. "Come on... don't resist..."

Fredica had only one thing left to do in a bathroom with no one nearby...

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Main dining room, 02:00 am

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"Do you think I should go and if he is ok?"

"You worry too much. Fredica said everything will be alright."

"But Bonnie, we're talking about Foxy. You didn't see how she almost killed him... it was..."

"You didn't do anything either."

"I couldn't do much either! I... I was scared... seriously... it was... it was horrible to see that... I..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't be that way either, Chica. You did something after all, and you saved the guard, don't worry..." For a few moments, Chica calmed down again. She shook her head at her naive attitude. "I can't wait to see myself to be with the guard too... this is very boring... too much..." and she was seriously thinking about it. "Should I...?:

"No." Fredica's sudden appearance made Bonnie, along with a Chica who was sobbing and waiting for the guard's welfare, get scared, and both ended up hugging. "I'm back…" Chica and Bonnie realized that they both hugged each other. They parted quickly. "Foxy?" They both pointed to a fully tied-up fox. This time, she's not going to ask where they got the strings. "Good..."

"How's the guard?!"

Chica couldn't help but ask this. She was very tense and wanted to know.

"He's fine," she answered. Chica heaved a huge sigh of relief. "But I doubt he'll decide to stay here any longer."

"Ehhh?!" Chica was alarmed. "Is he going to leave?! Oh no…" Once again, she became very nervous. "If only I had done something sooner... I... I..."

"It's not your fault, don't worry." Fredica stroked her hair. Despite being a animatronic, her hair was soft, like it was real. "I had to anticipate that Foxy was surely going to do something like that..."

"How weird doing things wrong," Bonnie's comment affected Fredica a little, and she took it badly. The rabbit saw the bear's reaction and was already wanting to avoid problems. "It was just a joke, nothing more... tsk."

"Will the guard stay then?"

"That, we have to see if he comes tomorrow during the day as he always does."

"It's a matter of waiting…" Bonnie sighed. "Well, I didn't want to see the guard anyway..."

"I doubt he wants to see you..."

Fredica again had to get in the middle for the exchange of words between the chicken and the rabbit. Of course, she saw Foxy tied up and knew very well that she had to do something with her to avoid future problems...

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Security office, 02:10 am

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He's going to save the comment that he was about to say when he saw how Fredica went to the bathroom to touch herself.

Turning to something else, he took the trouble to see how the animatronics seemed to talk and talk in the main dining room, they seemed to argue too. He noted that they even went to the trouble of tying up Foxy, who was still lying unconscious, from top to bottom.

He saw that Fredica also seemed to do a few more things with her. He doesn't know what she's doing because the camera just started to fail. He couldn't hear anything either because, well, it's normal, he wants to believe.

The camera worked again. Foxy was no longer there. He began to search the chambers and went to the pirate's cove. Foxy was there. She wasn't standing or anything, she was lying down, not tied up. Somehow, he felt a slight chill.

"Don't worry, she won't wake up until tomorrow."

Well, maybe one of the animatronics has written that. At least it's of some use. He has no reason to worry now. He then opened the door on the right side. Less than 40% power left. He knows that surely no one will come to see him, that's what he hoped.

He was calm, ignoring that he had seen how Fredica had fingered herself with all the strength in the world and that, for a few moments, swore that he had seen that she was looking at the camera because she had somehow felt his gaze on her.

Creating animatronics that were this horny too?

Really that Afton boy seriously seems to be a genius... how did he come up with such a thing?

He doesn't want to think about this because somehow, he'll think he has a dirty mind like that guy. Of course, he was denying the fact that he wanted to congratulate him for creating such beauties as animatronics.

For the moment, he closed his eyes, and taking advantage of that, he will be asleep until it was time to leave.

Little does he know that while he was closing his eyes and enjoying a short nap, someone was already watching him carefully and with signs of enormous interest.

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Stage, 02:20 a.m.

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Fredica is on the brink of collapse.

Not because she was about to fall apart but because she was having trouble behaving like the oldest of all these animatronics.

The reason is that it wasn't Chica who was missing, it was Bonnie. That damn rabbit seriously couldn't resist and had to go and surely annoy the guard. She had to kill her because she can't stand her attitude anymore. She can stand good Chica, but she can't stand Bonnie's arrogance. She can't take this anymore.

"He's my type."

Bonnie then appeared with a small smile. She came back quickly. Fredica was obviously very upset, and it showed on her face.

"What's the matter? Bonnie's smug smile reached Fredica. "I didn't go to harass him, don't worry Fredica. I just wanted to see the person who makes Chica a fool...and who has survived Foxy..." She put a hand to her chin. The other was still resting on her stomach, which with that hand of that arm, held the elbow of the other arm that brought her hand to her chin. "If possible, I would like to have bunnies with him... are we programmed to simulate that too?"

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"Fredica, honey, come on, it's a joke." Bonnie let out a cute laugh. It's a joke this she's doing to her...because she knows very well herself, Bonnie, that she is not joking. "I won't do anything... today."

"We don't even know if he intends to stay or not."

"He will."

Fredica showed doubts with that answer. She also looked at Her doubtfully. "How can you know that?"

"Hehe… how do I know? A bunny like me knows how to read people, and that guard... is going to stay."

"Really?"

Chica really wanted confirmation of this. She knows perfectly well that as much as Fredica tells her that it was not her fault, she feels that it is so. She could have really done something, stop everything from the beginning, but nothing. Fear has completely overpowered her. Therefore, listening to Bonnie very sure of it, she was with high hopes. If he stays, she will do everything possible to please the guard because the guilt she feels is huge... like her breasts, but that's beside the point.

Bonnie was grinning from ear to ear.

"I know a poor man when I see one." Her contemptuous comment made Fredica and Chica a little unsettled. "As such, he's bound to need money... so I highly doubt he'll go. He's coming back, and he'll have to put up with us..."

"Did you talk to him?"

"No, I didn't," she told Fredica. "I tried to go in, but before I did, I noticed that he was always looking in my direction. I stood in the doorway for a few minutes. He is a human."

"What's with the latter?" Chica asked confused again.

"For about five minutes he stared at me without blinking, not even blinking. He looked at me, and seriously, I could feel his gaze on my body." She brought a hand to her chest. "Such a look of desire from poor people like him looking at a beautiful class bunny like me, it's normal to notice that unattainable desire... but he has the perfect features" He was blond, blue eyes, somewhat tall, and someone who wasn't afraid to look at her. Eyes fixed on her despite knowing she could kill him like it was nothing. Indeed, it fulfills everything that she seeks. "But he cannot hide the fact that he is someone poor, and as such, dear girls, he will return."

"What happens if he doesn't come back?"

"If he decides to stay, I wish I could have a whole night alone with him."

"NO!"

One would think that it was Fredica who said this... well you're right, it was her. She was faster than Chica. The chicken wanted to repay what she didn't do for the guard. She wanted to have a day with him and nothing more.

"Hey, in case he doesn't come back, well, we just won't have anyone. What can we lose, huh?

"If he really does come tomorrow… no, if he really decides to come back, then I'll discuss that with you about a night alone with the guard… but if he doesn't come back anymore, then we'll just have to go back to the same old routine."

That routine was always hanging around like nothing happened, bored, unable to be able to have fun as they wanted... this guard, they could use him as they wanted but they don't want it to happen again the fact that another guard resigns because he is afraid of them or because they somehow wanted to rape him... or they killed him unintentionally.

They wanted to do everything well... but right now, things didn't go well at the end.

And having to wait for a guard again, bearing in mind that surely the word was spreading that this job will end your life because the time will come when they will get dismantled and never armed again.

But Bonnie was very sure of this. She was sure that he was going to stay and not leave this job because he is poor and needs money.

Is really just that?

Fredica has no idea, so for now, she ordered everyone to take their places and just for tonight, deactivate and sleep to compensate the guard who will surely want to rest.

Of course, when everything, more or less, is something normal, they will play with the guard again.

"Fredica?"

"Yes, Chica?"

"You're leaking again..."

"Haha!"

Fredica had somehow forgotten that not too long ago, she had fingered herself so hard to the point where she might have broken her hand, and well, Chica pointing that out to her and Bonnie bursting out laughing annoyed her a bit.

What a way to deactivate for the rest of the night she has had.

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Holy shit, I didn't expect to get more than 850 power stones. I won't ever do this again. Just because we broke the 500 mark by a lot I will upload another chapter Sunday. See ya everyone and have a nice weekend.