Chapter 9

"Hey, Francis."

"What happened?"

"I have... I have a doubt about the animatronics."

"Well, I don't know if I am or will be the best, but I can vouch for them a bit. What doubts do you have? Stop, don't tell me. You want to know if it's okay if you can touch them a little."

"...I think it's not..."

"By contract, the only time you can touch them is if you have to do maintenance on them, apart from making sure they're sparkling clean and unmarked. In such a case, as guards, we have the right to be able to lay a finger on it, and the animatronics themselves do not react at all because they are trained to recognize the personnel that works here. Now, if someone other than a child dares to touch the animatronic, well, things don't end well."

"Don't end well?"

"There was an accident years ago with an animatronic and a bite. Things didn't end very well..."

"Did something like this happen? Really?"

"Yes. Since then, we have made it clear with some signs that in case you are not from the staff of the place, you should not try to touch the animatronics, especially for adults. Afton is smart, I think. Children may not do anything to them, but if they are adults... they may react badly."

"Does that mean they're programmed to defend themselves if a grown man touches them?"

"Technically, yes. But after that, I don't think they do anything. Tell me, was that your question?"

"My question was more than anything about them, but not about that. Is it normal if you find, you know, that thing inside the animatronics...?"

"What...? Ohhhhhh. Uh oh. Do not tell me..."

"I'm asking, I'm asking!"

"Are you about to try to do that, and that's why you ask me?"

"...I knew it was a bad idea to ask you..."

"Hey, I've only known you for a little over a week, but do you already think that way? I must admit that others do not last a day. You have lasted a long time."

"Pretend I haven't asked anything, Francis..."

By the next day, he came back as if nothing had happened. He was, once again, enjoying some slices of pizza, not forgetting yesterday at all. Francis was keeping him company. As such, he wanted to ask him about that, about the idea that they find semen inside the animatronics, but it seems that he has not asked the question well because he surely thinks that he will want to do something dirty, or that he has already done it and wants to know the consequences.

He sighed heavily. He wanted to kill himself for this shame of his.

"Do you want an answer?"

"Not now..."

"Look, in case that happens, it would end very badly. Not only because you play and alter the animatronics a bit, but you are also breaking one of the rules in the contract. Not only can you be fired, but the animatronics can react if touched. As I told you, Afton turned out to be a genius in these aspects. He was prepared for everything."

"So William really knew everything."

"More or less... but does this answer work for you?" He nodded. "Well... I hope you don't do any of that, huh? I know they have a good body but hold on. Don't do anything silly."

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Security office, early in the morning, 02:27 am

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He couldn't do anything.

He still had Bonnie on his mind and how she made him hard as a rock. He can't believe either that she had gone from being a submissive rabbit to being a violent one because she spent 20 minutes banging on the window and cursing his name... even though no one knows his name. She just called him "guard" and nothing else. She sure saw him with that huge erection, which he hid completely.

There was no one now. The doors were open. The cameras showed the animatronics in their respective places... that's what he would say if this were a normal place. Foxy was the only one in her cave, but he couldn't see beyond the curtains because he would surely know(he doesn't know), that she somehow began to explore herself a little more than necessary. Bonnie was hanging around, she was a little far away, she wasn't a bother. Fredica was on stage, sitting down.

"Where's Chica?"

He couldn't find her anywhere.

He looked at all the cameras. There was no trace of her. She was supposed to come through the door on the right, and he decided to look there then. For a few moments, he pressed the button that turned on the light, and there she was, standing under the door, wearing a big smile.

"Hello!" The joy was evident in her. Beyond her joy, in a way, it showed that she was very worried and nervous. She looked at the guard, who was still speechless like the first time she had communicated. "H-hey... hello... eh... hehe..." Her happiness at seeing him here again faded because she still remembers what happened. "Hey...guard...I...ex-excuse me..."

"What?"

"I-I... I saw everything Foxy did that night and... w-well..." It was also difficult to see the guard's face. The expressions he made were complicated. He didn't understand anything, and she was getting a little more nervous than before. "Hey..."

The guard said nothing. The only thing he's done right now was beckoning Chica into the office. Hesitantly, she accepted. He did not close the office. He just left everything open because the power was down to 40 percent for how early it was.

Once inside, Chica was still very nervous.

"I don't blame you." Chica slowly went from being very nervous to calm down a bit. It seemed that with that, she was somewhat better. "I guess you'd be scared, I was too." Looking at Chica was complicated. Not because of her beauty or because she is a robot that speaks and thinks freely. The subject is her breasts, and he still remembers what happened with Bonnie. "At least you did something."

"But I could have done something earlier...if it hadn't been for fear..."

"There's no shame in being afraid, Chica. Shame only exists if you let fear take over you completely. You must try not to look afraid, and thus, you will have courage in yourself." To forget everything, he only smiled. He doesn't know that this, indirectly, was going to cause him problems. "Thanks anyway for saving me. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have lived... and I couldn't be here either... talking to robots."

In fact, it is somewhat shocking, but he cannot be so demanding either.

Chica took this comment as a good thing. That he was thanking her for what she did even though fear consumed her... and he didn't blame her for anything!!

There is no need to say anything here. She was very sure of her decision. This guard is without a doubt much better than all the guards who she has had the pleasure of being watched and kept at bay. Come on, a guard who lets her in like nothing happened, and now he's not afraid anymore? To improve things, she saw how he had a huge erection. Did he get like this just by seeing her? She was not going to be able to take it anymore, without a doubt.

-... Guard?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I... hug you?"

First Foxy, then Bonnie, now Chica.

Well, what's he got to lose? Sure, he loses a lot because he has a boner, and he's kind of nervous about what might happen right now.

"You can."

Chica wasted no time. She jumped into the blonde's arms. Unlike Foxy, Chica was very careful because, despite her excitement, she was careful with the blond's injured shoulder. Mind you, needless to say, she was pretty desperate for some love, the poor chicken.

The blonde hugged Chica back.

It was kind of cute because, unlike Foxy, she did this with a lot of love. She was careful and detailed in how to hug. Let's also add something important that Chica squeezed hard then, keeping it careful, having him between her breasts and caressing his back and one of her hands caressing his hair.

"Thank you," she said with a very tender smile. For the first time, in a situation like this, the guard was smiling because somehow this seemed very sweet to him. "But thank you so much for this..."

"???"

The guard not only felt that something was removed from his pants, from his uniform. He was barely aware of this and felt how two big things were squeezing his member, Chica joined her mouth with his, which she also put her tongue inside his mouth and seemed to play with it, forcing it so that they cannot be separated.

As his mouth was invaded by her mouth and tongue, he could feel something moving down there. He couldn't see but the feeling... this feeling he was feeling right now... he thinks he's already experienced it.

Chica did not hesitate. Seeing that erection and having him close gave her that idea. As soon as she began to kiss him, which he did not offer any resistance, she took out his member to put it between her legs, to rub the lower area, moving her hips back and forth so that she can feel such an erect member there, having various sensations of pleasure and desire, desire to be able to have him inside but this, only this, was enough to compensate for the fact that it had taken so long to give him a hand.

But she long could not stand. She rubbed his penis with her wet pussy. Her lips, her pussy, were being rubbed in a very wild way by the guard's penis, all because she was beginning to move faster and faster as she couldn't stop kissing him. Also, she could feel his arms around her even tighter, and she could feel that he was no longer resisting but reciprocating and with the same intensity as her.

What was this?

Is this what she would see the parents of the children do? Is this some love? Was this real love? What does she feel other than huge lust and the urge to do it?

Chica couldn't moan. Her face showed that she was enjoying this sensation very much and already wanted the guard to slide inside her. She wants him to make her his. She can't tolerate him rubbing up against her any longer…even though she was the one forcing the blond to rub down on her.

Chica was the one who ended the kiss. She was very red, excited, with a lot of desire to be fucked by this guard right now and finally be the first in something. ."..guard..." But before that, she wanted to know something very important. "What's your name...?" She said haltingly. This seriously left her almost out of breath...or that expression humans would use. She, too, stopped rubbing against the guard's cock. She had to stop because she was near breaking down and would hurt the guard with her somewhat excessive lust.

He was processing everything. The feel of her breasts, the feel of her legs, and especially her mouth and tongue. Everything about her was great, to tell the truth. Until now, she was the best, above Foxy and Bonnie... although this is perhaps because she can't take much more and she was halfway through everything, almost about to finish... but she decided to stop. His lust seemed to be getting the better of him. He didn't want this. He can't think of anything other than Chica. "... my name?" He was straining because even though Chica stopped, she apparently didn't seem to stop moving concerning her hips. In the end, it wasn't her legs that he felt, it was her wet pussy. He thought it was the first, but he was wrong. He felt fluids on top of his member. She, after he could see his face flushed like hers, nodded. He cleared his throat a little. "I'm John," he told her without further ado.

"John..."

Chica finally knew his name. It was very nice. Now she has surpassed the rest. She has learned the name of the guard she is having a little run-in with. This will surely make the others respect her and know who owns the guard, now with her being able to call him John.

"John..." She repeated his name a couple of times, then looked back at the guard with the same lust and desire as before. Please..." For a few moments, she separated from him. She walked away a few steps. She pushed aside her underwear. It was strange that John hadn't noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual apron. He was so into this moment that he didn't know anything. Pulling aside her underwear, he could see her vagina. It was dripping. He doesn't know what that was, but it was dripping and too much. Chica had a pleading face. "John...please..." Her pleading tone, as well as her face, reached the blond. His stone-hard, open-air erection was near exploding at the sight of her like this. It's just that Chica even went to the trouble of getting on all fours herself, reaching a hand to her ass to spread it open. "I need you, please..."

The sight he had of Chica on all fours and begging him to please penetrate her, how could he resist such an image in front of him? It was very complicated, too much. He doesn't know how to resist this because it was clear that he didn't do anything with Bonnie for fear of it being known that he had ejaculated inside her. If it was outside, it would have been a problem too. That was not going to be cleaned very easily and taking into account that the animatronics surely, had small openings, it would sneak inside, and it would be worse too. He was very indecisive.

He was sweating, in fact, because his lust was taking control of him, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Go away..." he blurted out as he cupped his face and avoided looking at Chica. He can't take it anymore, he must do something.

"Huh?" She could hear what he said. She was begging him to please fuck her, fuck her with all the will in the world, but he turned his back on her. "Do you want me to go?"

"I... I don't want... trouble..." He gritted his teeth.

"But..." Chica was still on all fours as she looked at the guard. He turned his back. Really? He didn't like what he was doing? He did not like it? Wasn't this to his liking? How can it be? She thought she... "John... I... I..."

"I...I don't want...trouble... Chica..."

"Understood..."

Chica, still very horny, was extremely disappointed, looking at John's back which was already very tense from what she could feel. She wanted to help him with his problem. She wanted to give him a hand, she wanted to give him all of her... but John doesn't seem to want anything...

Inside, she wanted to assault him, just like that. But her good nature didn't seem to allow it. She only had to slowly stand up, having trouble controlling her desires as well. She looked at the guard, John, for a few seconds to leave with difficulty, not missing John at all times, who was still not only hard but very tense and was breaking something with his hand with the force he was applying so as not to get carried away by his sexual urges.

Chica left the office.

Once she left, John, who we finally know his name now, decided to close the office doors for a few moments so he could release what he had on him into the trash can.

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Currently, security office, 3:40 pm

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"Do you plan to continue with this job?"

"Yes, I intend to continue with this job. There is nothing better, and if there is, I suppose it is something more serious than this."

"This is too serious. Without you, we wouldn't have guard duty at night, and it would be hard to keep this place safe."

"All I do anyway is look at things that don't move at night." Definitely won't say that they move. He won't say anything. "I feel like I'm being a parasite."

"The manager has every reason to hire a nightguard, friend." He still didn't know his name. He patted his back. "You do a great job. You have no idea how much you help..."

"Thank you for the kind words, they make me feel a little better…"

"Though... hey, remember not to bring anyone over to have sex or even try to do anything with Fred, Chica, and Bonnie, especially Foxy," he said warningly. "I understand that they are sexy and all this but, hold on, please."

This was no longer making him feel any better. "I'll never do it, but I understand." He didn't know very well if he could fulfill that either. "Don't touch any of them, understood."

"By the way, what are those marks on your neck?"

"What marks?" He touched his neck a little. Barely touched, the image of Foxy leaving her mark to make it clear that he was her treasure, came again. More than anything, the sensation of her entered his body. "They are nothing," he blurted out then. "A few accidents, nothing to worry about."

"Did that happen to you here?" Somehow he nodded. "You've hurt yourself more here than outside, I think." He made some faces, and he can't deny it. He admits he's a bit silly sometimes. "You must take care of yourself. Don't be stupid. You are still young."

"I'm 32 years old," he blurted out. "I stopped being young... well, when I turned 16 or so."

"Anyway, don't hurt yourself too much, old man." He paused. He looked at the cameras and noticed that, again, there were those youngsters in the bathrooms who might be about to do some illegal shit. "Oh, the same kids from the bathroom again." He got up from his seat. "Listen, another day, we will continue with this talk or other things. I will continue with my work."

"Good luck."

He was alone in the office.

He looked at the cameras and waited a moment so he could see Francis scolding those children. After a moment, he saw how he was berating them, and he seemed to be very angry. He raised his eyebrows and somehow gave him a little laugh to see something like that. He wondered what he would look like then... his smile was completely gone as he thought that maybe the recordings are kept of the nights he worked, and therefore he was pretty sure they would be able to see what he has done or what the animatronics do.

He knew that Francis or his boss or anyone would not come.

So, he began to do some checking.

He's not very good at this sort of thing, but it wasn't that hard at all to find the recordings on these VHS tapes either. It would be very easy to get rid of if all the recordings were preserved. He searched for a few minutes and swore he found such recordings of those nights where he was working.

He stood still and had to rub his eyes for a few moments when he saw one of the screens that were of the computer here moving away from the screens of the establishment's cameras.

There was nothing.

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Freddy Fazbear's, 00:40 am

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One more night.

He was calmer at the moment, he wasn't thinking about yesterday... well, in fact, he was thinking too much, but he was mentally prepared in case something similar happened, even if it is to say a lot.

Just after midnight, Foxy again appeared through the door on the left. She showed up as nothing happened. She had that flirtatious smile, but she also had that teasing smile on her. She came simply to be able to experience once again what happened yesterday. By the way, when she climbed on top of him like before and hugged him, she couldn't help but feel much better than yesterday. She left another mark on him, this time more and more noticeable and licking his neck. She even kissed him. His hands played a little on her body. After that, she got up, separating from him, she looked at him with a smile and said that she would come again tomorrow but just in case, don't close the door for the rest of the night because she will surely come if she feels lonely.

John was holding his neck. He must admit that it hurts a little now. She crossed the line, but he couldn't say anything, apparently Foxy was doing things and not receiving comments about it. If he said something, because he said some small things, she ignored it. She simply came to do this and nothing more.

Seriously, Foxy changed, a lot. She seems like another pers... well, not a person, really. They set her up somewhat more passively. Fredica knew what she was doing.

At this time too, he was thinking about how these animatronics behave at night and how they act when they are around him. He thinks he would never take this job if he knew the truth about it. He thinks no one would agree. But in his case, he was sure that no matter how much he knew all this beforehand, he would accept the same because of his need for money, which remains the same. It didn't take much to get paid. He will lose a little money because he missed a day, he doesn't care. He still has the job anyway. That is good. But back to the above, he is still wondering what happened to them. Did their creator really program them to behave this way? He was sure not. Perhaps the animatronics came to life, very much in the style of Terminator, a film that he wants to see again in theaters and that was going to be played this weekend.

But seriously, are they, and were they able to act like that? Always?

Sometimes he doesn't understand robotics. No, he doesn't understand that at all. He feels that it is something very complex for his head and that there is someone who would take the trouble to create robots, animatronics, in this way, he has to insist and emphasize it, that person is seriously someone very smart.

Leaving that aside, he looked at the cameras.

It was already normal for him to see Foxy in her cave as well as seeing the stage with no one, although this time, Fredica was there, staring at the camera.

Looking at the other camera screens, both Bonnie and Chica were staring at the same one, not from a far distance from the camera, no. They were glued to it, staring at it, like Fredica, but these two were upset, surely remembering the other time. Bah, Bonnie was, even more, angrier than Chica.

He couldn't do anything. He didn't want to put anything inside. He did not want to risk the experience that his member ends up totally destroyed by, surely, touching some pieces and thus reconfiguring everything.

They stood there, staring at him.

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Warehouse, 01:00 a.m.

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Here was a camera that John didn't see much of because there were all the spare parts in case the animatronics had some issues. Apart from that, said repairs are made here.

Both Chica and Bonnie came here. They both went to see the guard, not together but separately. He closed the doors for them, and to annoy them more, he turned the light on and off as a sign that they could not enter.

Fredica doesn't seem to be in the mood, that's why they didn't go where she was. Foxy? They both believe that as long as she doesn't bother them or vice versa, there will be no problem.

"Are you mad at the guard too, Chica? Weird. Considering how you get when you see the guard."

"John is a fucking idiot!"

"John?" Asked the rabbit, tilting her head to the side in confusion. "Who is John?"

"John is the guard, Bonnie," she told her. Realizing this, the rabbit opened her eyes with a huge exclamation above. "He... is an idiot..."

"How do you know his name, Chica?"

That was a very important question right now.

"He told me his name," she answered his question. "Can you believe it? He told me his name while he didn't tell you." Beyond her anger with John, she thought about it and was happy at times to be the first to know his name. Seeing how upset Bonnie was, was incredible. "Huh?" Her surprise was feigned, of course. "Didn't he tell you his name? Hehe... it is obvious that JOHN knows how to recognize very well what is good for him."

"Tsk, you're lucky, nothing more."

"I'm the most beloved by children and by adults, don't forget it," and she kept smiling. This somewhat covered up her annoyances about yesterday. "And now that he told me his name, I'm sure I'm his favorite, I am."

"Remember he said he likes girls like Fredica."

"I am very sure that she will accept very well that I am the one wanted by John."

"Can you stop saying his name?" She said jealously. "I understand that you know his name, you don't have to say it over and over again..."

"Hehe… are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous..."

"Someone's jealous...hehe...come on, tell me, Bonnie, how does it feel to lose to me?"

She held her anger of wanting to hit Chica. Her arms were crossed, and she was looking away, waiting for her to stop bothering. "Go to hell!"

"Well, I'm going with John then," she replied with a shrug. "He left me wanting his cock yesterday no matter how much I showed him that I wanted him inside, he's the devil himself..."

Bonnie wasn't going to answer. Her ears, upon hearing that, perked up enormously, and her eyes widened, looking in the direction of the chicken. "What have you said?"

"I said something?" She pretended to be uninformed. "I think not."

"You said something that the guard left you wanting..." She pointed to Chica. "So that means that... you tried to rape him, but he resisted?"

"I don't have to rape anyone, Bonnie." Being accused of that is ugly, and she was offended by her comment. "John reciprocated everything…but he told me he didn't want to do it…" Bonnie sighed with relief, but a few seconds later, she showed concern. "We kissed... and he pulled out his member to rub it against my pussy... and I felt his hands on my ass that he pressed hard... and his tongue... invading my mouth and claiming it as his" She was lying because John only got carried away and corresponded at the end, not from the beginning and taking the role of the dominant one as she says. "...but when I told him to make me his... he didn't want to..."

In these moments, the fact that Bonnie has to listen to this, apart from knowing that she would be losing against the least expected animatronic since she competes directly against Fredica, adding that the guard - John - left her with a huge desire to make her believe that he was going to r*pe her, she couldn't believe it anymore.

This guard has seriously played with both and in a bad way, setting them on fire in terms of senses and desires to end up doing nothing.

But what infuriates Bonnie in a way is that he and Chica kissed and not only that but he even came close to having sex with her. No, it's not comparable because she pretended to want to be r*ped to turn on the guard, and she did, but he resisted at the last moment. With Chica? If she tells the truth, that the guard really rubbed his member in her pussy as well as kissing and dominating her...

She looked at Chica again and with new eyes.

Fredica wasn't her direct rival to get the guard, it was Chica.

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Security office, 01:30 am

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For a while, he has seen them fight.

He has no idea what they're saying, but he was sure they were arguing. These two are supposed to get along that way. He's not quite sure about it. He can only say that they argue, and that's it, although it's not that important. If they start hitting each other, he has to care because if something bad happens to them, his pay and his safety, his job more than anything, will be in jeopardy. Only then when they start hurting each other, will he go and do something.

For now, he was looking at the screens. He had nothing to pass the time, yet. With these interactions that he has had with them, time passed very quickly. Now, with nothing, unable to read or listen to any music, he looked at all the cameras.

Foxy kept doing nothing. Well, he doesn't know, the curtains are blocking the view into her cave. Chica and Bonnie were arguing but they walked around the place as if nothing had happened, not looking in the direction they are walking because they know the place very well. Fredica?

When he looked at Fredica's camera, there was nothing. She was previously staring at the camera. He could feel her eyes on him through it.

Just then when he blinked for a few moments, opening his eyes, there was Fredica.

He backed away with a little start in his seat. Seeing Fredica out of nowhere sitting on top of the desk, one leg on top of the other. But something else stood out.

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Fredica was naked.

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Another blue balls for ya! Are we going for the hat-trick? Nah, no one will save him this time. See ya!