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"So, this is the place? Not much to go on in terms of security supplies...." Schmidt said skeptically to his new boss.
"Well, you're only going to watch over some menial animatrons. Not like it's a bank vault, or anything of the likes." He replied in an almost sarky tone. "Besides, all you gotta do is make it through week one."
Schmidt wanted to punch the guy in the face, but would dare. This was the first real job he had in years. Make it through the first week, you get paid. Don't damage anything, and you get to work another week. Not too hard, and worth dealing with a narcissistic boss. Just a couple of weeks, Schmidt thought.
"Looking forward to working here, sir."
"Oh are you? Greeeaaaat. Make me proud, new guy. Last fresh blood we had here damn near destroyed the place. Still don't know where he went, but the suits all needed to be replaced after that." He said in a superior tone.
Yeah, just like you, Schmidt thought to himself, but only smiled and nodded.
"Alright, here's your office. While the shift doesn't really begin until 8pm, I figured you'd like to make yourself at home. Clean up the place a bit. You know?"
"Thank-you, sir. I won't disappoint you, sir." Schmidt said, resisting his urge to beat his new boss to death.
His boss left, chuckling as he left. Once the click of the front doors locking finally signaled that he was alone, he let out a massive sigh. As he looked around, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. The office was more than a mess, it was wrecked. Thoroughly trashed to the point of being barely operable. But the cameras still worked, so did the door control panel and the alarms seemed fine, except for the large "OUT OF ORDER" sign that was covering the button.
"Greeeeeat. Well, I suppose a broom is a good place to start. AND LOOK AT THAT! How "niiice" of him to leave me one. God damn, I want to punch that bastard in the face. It's only the first night, and I want to punch him. Gah. So much to do....Hold on, what's this?"
Schmidt pulled a box out from under the desk and opened it to find a digital tape recorder with label of "Property of The Guy. You know who he is. If you find this, mail it back to him."
"Huh, there's already a memory drive in there. High quality, too. 64 gbs, enough for 48 hours of audio at max compression...Still has some charge in it. I wonder...." Schmidt said, hitting the rewind button until "Day 12" flashed on the small black and white screen and hit play.
"Oh, god...Why did I come back? WHY DID I COME BACK?! No no no nononononono! I can't fucking take it! They....THEY'RE ALWAYS HERE! THEY WON'T LEAVE ME ALOOOONE! *Sobbing* The guy didn't ask for this....why do...oh god no. THE LIGHTS! THE POWER! NOOOOOO!" a clank could be heard as the last of the power holding up the doors failed, and then a burst of static and then silence.
"What the hell?" Schmidt said to himself, and curious, he rewound back until it said "Day 6" and hit play.
"Day 6. They're moving about, but I think I know how to stop em dead. They hate light. Just desperately HATE light! It's comical, actually. Maybe it's just because of the "rules" and the power constraints, or it might be because they just hate light. Who knows, but The Guy knows, and The Guy is gonna get his pay!"
"Day 7: Caught Freddy in the act and snagged a photo of him. Needless to say, he wasn't all that happy. Not like it would matter, anyways. The SIM card on the camera was fried. Bummer. But the film stock of the cameras here seem to be handling fine. Maybe it's just the tech that can't handle it."
"Day 8: These aren't even days, but whatever! My brother let me use his old film reel video camera to catch some shots of them moving around. Hot damn, I can't wait!"
"Day 9. Oh shit....Oh shitohshitohshit. They are really fucking angry at me. I filmed them, but the film just fucking burned up! What the fucking HELL?! God damnit. Ok, just stay calm. I still have the doors, the cameras. Everything is fine. I'm SURE of it.....*Bzzzt, crackle* Oh fudge in a hotbasket. There that other one is. I'm down to 30% power, more than enough to close a door if he gets close, not like I'll let him...but still. *Bzzzzt* Ah jeeze, camera failure in pirate cove. I'll get on it in the morning. I aint walking out there at night. *Bzzzzt* So, I have 10% power now. Sealed off the security room and it seems like that deterred them for tonight. I'm in emergency mode, now. Lights in this room and the surrounding hallways, only the cameras to the doors around the room are on. No movement. Shift ends in an hour. I'm gonna make it, baby!"
"Day 9: Fixed the camera in pirate cove and installed a silent alarm system. Manager didn't have an issue with it like I though the ass would."
"Day 10: It's all too quiet. everything on hold. Something's going down. Rooms are secure, they're all where they're supposed to be. Except Fred, who is just determined to walk around on stage all night. Got the finger when I used the new fancy PA system to tell him to go back to sleep. Sheesh, worse of an asshole than my boss!"
"Morning of day 11: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! Power died half way through the night with nothing more than a phone-call from my boss saying "corporate says the power's costing them." I've been on the run from those guys for FOUR HOURS. AND THEY NEVER GIVE UP! The fucking fox didn't come out, though. Thank god, he's way too fast for me to outrun. I am NOT coming back tomorrow night. NO FUCKING WAY IN HELL. NO! I'm gonna leave this recorder in the office, though. The first five days are filled with information their new sap will need. The Guy, signing out once and for all."
"Day 12:...."
"No need to listen to day 12 again. Damn, need ot get the rest of this cleaned up. Although something tells me that I'll be leaving far faster than he did. Just a week is all I really need." Schmidt said, sweeping the broken glass and shredded fabric up and into the dust bin. It was well past 10 when he finished. As he sat down, he noticed that the recorder had auto-rewound back to day one. Curious as to why, he hit play.
"This is the guy. And this is a summary of night one at Freddy's Pizzeria. So, these guys are buggin out. They want to stuff me in a suit, because I'm an animatron out of a suit. Needless to say, I wasn't having any of it. I locked down all the doors. 10% power. They may not have gone after me, but I barely had enough juice to run the lights in here through the night. So, rule numero uno: do not get crazy. When I did flick the cameras on for a moment, they all froze in place. Might be a good idea to use those and the lights instead. You know? Anyways, whoever you are, could you put this thing back in its box for the next guy? No need to make it worthless. Besides, you need to look at the cameras, new guy. NOW........"
"What the...They're...not there?"
"That's right. Now lock down the doors around the security room. If you're lucky, the boss didn't introduce you them them first, and they still need to find out what you look like. So, hurry hurry. Lock em down....."
Schmidt locked down the doors to the security room.
"Atta person. I have no idea how they really work, but see what you can find using the cameras. You might be surprised, you know?"
Schmidt hit stop on the recorder just before it could go onto day two. "Enough of that horror film. They're probably just in storage for the night. No windows to this room, at least, not any more. I've got light, and the doors are locked." Schmidt said, looking at the monitors for any activity, and finding none, he went back to the recorder, only to find that the speak had broken.
"Huh, not as high end as I thought."
The rest of the night went on without a hitch, Schmidt went home to sleep the day away and get some food in him, shower and whatnot, before returning for night 2. On the front window, there was a note addressed to him. Plucking it off, he opened the letter, and found a set of keys inside with a small sheet of paper that said "I'm blowin this joint at 7 every day. You lock up, Schmidt. You're the security guard, after all."
"Oh, another note from my Oh-so-kind boss. At least there's nothing about power cuts. Anyways, time to get to work." Schmidt looked around the place and sighed. At least they could keep the main dining and entertainment areas clean without his help.
When he walked into his office, he saw the recorder on the top of his chair with a note that said "I think it's best if you hit play again, fresh blood."
"I doubt it works...Well I'll be."
"Day 2: live recording. Ok, so, first thing's first. I'm going to make this one brief, because they're already on the move. Remember, lock the doors to the security room and use the cameras and lights."
Already done, Schmidt thought to himself.
"And now, what ever you do, do not take your eyes off of pirate cove. Got it? He hates the camera watching. Or it might be you. Who knows. I don't care, I'm the Guy, and I'm going to get paid!"
"Wow. That was brief. But....Damn thing won't play anymore. Gah, never mind it. I best watch the screens. Oh shit...." Schmidt cursed as he watched the normally stationary animatrons get up off the stage and stretch. Afterwards, they began to look around, still somewhat gaining their bearings after being "asleep" for so long. Freddy was the first to figure it out, however, and began to search for the security room. Walking along the corridors hoping to stumble across the right one...but he wasn't the real threat. Almost faster than Schmidt could see, something bolted past camera 4, and then a clang was heard on the door, followed by a sharp rapping at the door by metal hands.
"Go back to sleep." Schmidt said boldly, and to his surprise, saw Foxy from the pirate display bolt back into his hiding spot. But I guess the jig was up, because the other three where racing through the halls toward the noise. Once they were there, they knocked and said:
"Fresh blood, you've listened to the tape recorder, right? Well,let us in."
"You're breaking the rules!" Freddy added.
"Yeah, come get your suit. Besides, it will help you see better. No clanging on the doors, and Foxy can finally be revived!" The rabbit said.
"Oh you two are no fun." Chika said, only to be scoffed at and shushed by her two "friends."
"I'm not an animatron. I'm a human. Just like the kids you entertain, but older. Like their parents." Schmidt said, unafraid of them because of the six inches of steel between them.
"No, the kids are the kids, and then there are their animatrons like us who watch over them. But it's not allowed for you to be out of suit!" Freddy said, his voice cracking, hinting at a more sinister intent.
"Well, like it or not, I'm not putting on a suit." Schmidt said with defiance.
"YOU WILL REGRET THAT!" Freddy said, banging on the door. The rabbit did the same, but Chika was nowhere to be seen. But a light tapping on the opposite door got his attention. Turning on camera 2, he swiveled it around to find himself face to face with a smiling Chika. She waved and pointed at the door.
"Should I? Never open the doors...but....she's not pounding and she's awfully patient. Ah what the hell. Besides, my brother knows I'm working here. And it's not like I've got anything to even look forward to anyways...." Schmidt pondered, before finally opening the door.
"Hey there, sweetie. Those two are all rules and no fun. Don't get me wrong, you're breaking them and all, but I don't care!" She said, reaching over him to re-lock the door. "I think you're cute without a suit! And besides, you're not the right shape for that old Foxy suit they have...."
Schmidt stammered out a reply, trying his damnedest to keep his eyes on her face. "I- Uhm. Well, uh, th-thanks. I guess....Uhm so you don't want to kill me?"
"No way! In fact, I wanted to do...something else with you, sweetie." Chika said with a wink. Half a minute later, her skimpy top lay on the ground next to an almost naked Schmidt.
"Oh shit...." Schmidt cursed as she fiddled with his boxers, dragging them down around his knees.
"Shhhhh, sweetie. Just let your dick do all the talking." Chika said, the seductiveness, or at least, as much as she could manage, dripping off her voice.
Schmidt nodded and was quickly rewarded with two melon-sized masses of tits covering his face. At first, the smell of her synthetic feathers was the only thing in his nose, but as grew accustomed to it, he began to notice another smell. A sweet smell that seemed to originate elsewhere.
"Oh damn, I'm wet....You know, you never told me your name, new guy." Chika said, jiggling her tits in his face.
"smphdt" He replied.
"What was that, sweetie?" She asked, leaning in closer and only serving to muffle his next reply further.
"smmmmmph"
"Oh...oh my goodness! I forgot, you animatrons don't use voice modals like we do! I'm sorry!" she apologized while leaning back again.
"Schmidt" He said, before leaning forward to bury his face in those luxurious orbs once again.
She smiled and used one arm to pull him closer while the other reach back to fondle his cock.
"Oh, you're a LOT bigger than I thought you would be... I might have some trouble taking you...unless...." With that, she pushed him back down to the ground and quickly moved herself into a 69 position. "Unless we get ourselves EXTRA ready." She said with a giggle. "So get licking, Schmidt. And I'll be sure to do a good job down here...."
"Y-yeah" Schmidt stammered, not sure what to think of the situation until she finally went down on him.
What he thought was going to be a dry, pleasure-less ride, was soon cast to the side as he felt his cock slide into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue, which he thought was merely decoration, slid around his dick with fervor, determined to do its best.
Schmidt quickly leaned forward to return the favor, faced with the task of how to pleasure an animatron, he decided to work on instinct and began to lick and tease her clitty. He was rewarded with a moan and a small squirt of her juices on his tongue.
He was surprised by their flavor. Sweet and, well, natural. As if she was just like another woman he had once known...But the small sounds of servo-motors quickly put the thought out of his head. No sooner had he had time to finish his though before she pulled back and let out a load moan, her legs clamping around his head as she came.
"Ohhhh shit! So good sweetie! Do I taste good? Mmmmm, fuck yeah, right there. Maybe I should *pant* keep you around as a pet...." She said, slowly stroking his cock.
All Schmidt could do was grunt as he was forced to swallow or drown. God damn, for an animatron, she sure did taste real!
"Oh, sweetie, I forgot...You didn't cum yet! Don't worry, I can fix that."
Schmidt groaned as she lifted her cunt off of his face and placed it on top of his dick, rubbing slowly and finally, aligning the tip with her cunt.
"Alright sweetie, lets get all that cum out of you." she said, plunging downward with a lurid moan of pleasure.
Despite the foreplay and then mind-numbing insertion into her pussy, which would, no doubt, have other men finishing before they could even start, he managed to hold it back, but for how long, he didn't know.
"Oh...God, I'm close." He moaned out through clenched teeth.
"Well then, lets take care of it, shall we sweetie?" She ask, starting to bounce on his above average cock.
All he could do was nod as his hands clenched and groped her ass.
"Oh fuck yes sweetie, don't keep me waiting, fill my thirsty cunt with your seed!" She cried out to him, back arching as she came again.
Schmidt couldn't take anymore more as her cunt spasmed and quaked around his cock, her words motivating him to hilt himself in her one last time and cum until he had nothing more to give.
"Oh yes. Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh....sweetie, thank you so much." She said, stroking his hair gently as he came down from his high. "I'll tell you what, sweetie. Promise to never leave, and fill my cunt every night, and I'll let you break any rule you want."
All Schmidt could do was nod and pant, but as he moved to pull out of her she stopped him and said
"Don't be so hasty, pet. Leave it inside of me, where it belongs."
He nodded, still breathless as she lay her head on his chest. After a few moments he was surprised to hear the sound of light snoring coming from her, and after a few moments more, decided to join her.
*nine hours later*
Schmidt awoke with a start and a moan as he felt some hot and wet slide up and down his shaft. It was no surprise that when he did open his eyes he was met with the sight of Chika riding his cock one last time before the night ended.
She looked down at him with a smile and said "I'm sorry, sweetie. When I woke up you were already hard and I just couldn't resist!"
All he could do was gasp and grip her hips as she used his cock as a toy. It wasn't long until he finally reached his limit again and held her immobile against him, pumping a fresh batch of cum into her sodden snatch.
"Oh yes, fill me again, sweetie!" She cried out as her cunt clamped down and spasmed on his still orgasming cock, milking him for every drop.
It seemed like the orgasm went on for hours, though it had only been a few seconds, and Schmidt couldn't believe he had gotten so lucky. Sure, as far as he knows, there was Freddy, a furred bear animatron out to get him. Foxy, a furred fox animatron, out to get him, and what ever that rabbit's name is, a furred rabbit animatron, out to get him. But at least he did have the perk of getting laid every night. Little did he know, the next night had more in store for him than just a night of getting ridden by one horny animatron, and he had far fewer enemies than he had originally thought.

As always, make sure you tell me about any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes you might find!