Night 4: The Booty Strikes Back

Sleeping is something you have come to appreciate more and more, but one thing you're still unsure about is the Pikachu dancing around on your back in an attempt to massage you. You'd be lying if it wasn't relaxing, but where did he even learn to do this? The only reason you even woke up so early is because of your night guard partner.

Name jumps off, trotting over to your face with a bottle of water. He has a determined look while pushing it closer and closer.

"Right," you sigh, rolling onto your back and grabbing the water to drink. "Egh, my mouth feels gross. I can taste the blek in the water."

"Pika!" He sternly points at you.

"I... Forrest, your mole rat is bullying me!"

"He's a chin chilla, you dingleberry."

"WHAT? You said-"

"You misheard!"

"I sure didn't!"

"Shut up, I'm having an emotional moment."

This piques your curiosity, so you roll out of bed and walk out of the room, completely ignoring PikaName as he demands you keep drinking. As you pass by his room, taking a peek, you spot Forrest and Name sitting side by side, tears in their eyes while watching Jin Sakai honor his uncle's final wish.

"Fuck, I knew it was going to happen and I'm still sad," he wipes his eyes.

"Piiiiii."

"You said it. Way sadder than the other ending."

PikaName hands Forrest a tissue while taking his own, both wiping away their sorrow at this climax.

"Wasn't he..." You lean back, taking a gander at your room where PikaName is still there, commandingly pointing at the water bottle. You return to normal, looking in Forrest's room where the two still are.

"Chin chilla... right..." You shake your head and turn towards the bathroom.

"By the way, (Y/N), your friends came by. They told you to come down and play pool, you antisocial bitch." You stop, turning around to lock eyes with Forrest. He shrugs, "Their words, not mine."

"Egh," you roll your eyes. "I will."

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"No," you blankly say, throwing a basketball and missing completely. "God, I suck at this."

"Come on!" Alex complains, standing a short distance away. "It'd be fun!"

"And then I get fired," you retort.

"Alex!" A voice shouts before a different ball is thrown at him.

He catches it, focusing now on shooting.

The idea today was to use the college's gymnasium to get a little exercise and mess around. So, you're all in athletic wear in a decently large play area. There's room for basketball, a net for volleyball or badminton, nets stuffed away for soccer, whatever one may want. You're far from the only ones in the gym, with some others actually playing volleyball and a few groups of guys and gals on the benches, loosely watching while having their own conversations.

You're playing with Alex, Jacob, and Quentin. It's nothing serious, just throwing a few hoops and chirping one another when someone makes a terrible throw. But, of course, Jacob and Alex are doing their best to try and tag along for a night of work. You can't outright tell them the animatronics hunt you down every night, and without that dissuading them is practically impossible. It shouldn't be. The fact that it's not allowed is more than a reason, but they haven't listened to that. Let alone there are cameras that would obviously see you bring in other people and inevitably get you fired. It's almost funny how apathetic they are about all of this.

"Just let me yiff the fox, (Y/N)," Jacob sneaks up behind you.

"Gah!" You slide back. "First, ew, when did you start wanting to smack-smack with- oh, right, since we got there."

"Look, (Y/N), we're all adults here."

"Are we?" You doubtfully chuckle.

"And adults have needs."

"That usually don't include busty animal robot girls."

"Yes it does," Alex shimmies in on your other side, inciting both friends to close you in like a sandwich.

"Guys, I get it," you push away, taking a few steps away before turning around. "You have some weird thing about it. Just go during the day."

"That's the best thing to do," Quentin finally joins the conversation, listening the entire time.

"Best thing isn't funnest thing!" Alex retorts.

"Yeah, well, I'm not consenting to any of this," you wave off. "You do it on your own time. Speaking of," you peer up at the large scoreboard which, at the moment, is just showing the time. "I have work in two hours. I'm gonna go get ready."

"You need someone to drive you?" Alex deviously asks.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo," you stretch out, staring at him as you approach the door.

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"Thanks, Forrest. I didn't know you had a car," you earnestly say while pulling into the parking lot.

"Just got it. Probably gonna return it, who knows," he slows to a halt.

"You sure I can't bring your... thing?"

"My thing?" He questionably leans away.

"I meant your pet!"

"Oh," he lets out a sigh of relief. "Nah, you can't just steal Name every night. I'm sure you'll do just fine on your own," he confidently pats your shoulder. "Just, uh... be confident!"

"I... guess."

"That wasn't confident at all," his face droops.

"Alright, thanks again," you open the door and leave the car.

The moment you open the door, you hear Forrest's car rev up to drive away.

"Huh... waited for me to enter," you get inside, shutting it behind you. "Great... alone..." You take a few steps in, a chill running down your spine. You slowly look over your shoulder to be greeted by the three animatronics on stage. "Right... not alone," you sneer. "Maybe one of these nights you'll just leave me alone. Actually," you look around, realizing that nobody has come to greet you. "Hello!" You cup your hands and call out. You wait a few seconds for a response but there's none to be given. "Huh... that's weird. I didn't think the place would be left alone," you slowly make your way towards the security room. "Oh well, I better get ready. They'll be coming for me in an hour."

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Time ticks away as you study the landscape, remembering everything that has happened previous nights. Something new is a power gauge linked to the tablet, showing when the building's power will go out and you'll need to reset it. But you'd rather not go through the hell again, so you need to keep up. Plus, at some point, you need to take the garbage out. Which you should do right away. However, with so much put into making it through the night, you've hit the 12am mark.

"I gotta be quick, damnit!" You scurry out of your chair, swiping the garbage bag and running out to the hallway. "This doesn't count! Don't take me!" You scream, keeping as far away from Pirate Cove as possible while making a b-line for the door.

You bust through, slamming it behind you and taking a breath. "Yeah, I still don't have the confidence..." You shake your head and walk around to the back.

The moment you pass by, a small group poke their heads out from around some trees.

"The key's behind something, right?" Alex whispers.

"A poster, yeah," Jacob confirms.

"Why am I here?" Quentin moans.

"You're the one who came!" Jacob whisper-yells.

"Because you two are weird," he blankly replies. "Just do what you want and let's go."

The three run to the door, immediately looking around for some sort of place a key could be hidden. While Jacob and Alex pat every brick and lift every rock, Quentin is the one to notice the random poster. It's odd, since most of the building is rather bland. He slowly approaches, moving it over a bit to check underneath. He immediately spots a brick that's out of place. Truthfully, he never thought the little masonry work he did with his dad would pay off, but here it is, letting him break into a location filled with purposefully attractive animal-women for his friends. What a world.

Quentin removes the brick and sees the dull key, covered in dust. "Found it," he says while pulling it out.

Jacob looks up while Alex turns around, eyes gleaming that they finally get their chance. "You're amazing," they say in unison.

Alex snatches the key and hastily, excitedly unlocks the door for everyone to enter. Unlike what you were told, they bring the key inside. So, the door locks the second it closes behind them.

And that's when you come around the corner, the garbage taken care of. You're on autopilot, thinking of what you'll do if the girls are already on the move. As you pull back the poster and remove the loose brick, your hand grabs onto nothing. You come out of your trance, actually looking while your hand explores every inch of the small cove.

"What the... where's the key?" You pull your hand out and look at the ground to see if you accidently knocked it on the floor.

You kneel down, using your phone as a flashlight to check for any sign of it. "Damnit... is there even another way in?" You stand back up. "I guess I'll have to find one," you say while replacing the brick.

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"Now this is what I call a private show," Alex skips around, casually tossing the key to a party table. "And there's the..." Alex looks to the stage where only Freddy stands. "Girl... wait, where're the others?"

Jacob passes behind Alex, taking a look like his friend while still walking. "Not sure... Maybe they go into the curtains?"

Quentin reaches and stays beside Alex, keeping his arms crossed to show he's not really interested in this. "Or they're put away during the night."

"Sure, but why not Freddy?" Alex counters, only eliciting a shrug from the taller one.

Jacob reaches Pirate Cove, stepping past the red velvet ropes that keep people away during the day.

"Foxy, Foxy, where are you Foxy?" He chuckles, reaching his hand towards the curtain.

"Now look at this!" A woman's voice echoes.

Alex and Quentin take a step back while Jacob leaps away from Pirate Cove. Freddy surveys her new guests, peering at lone Jacob before shifting to Alex and Quentin. "Girls, we have new play things!"

"Play things!" Bonnie pokes her out from the parts room left of the stage.

"Boys!" Chica slides out from the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

"I love guests!" Foxy opens her curtains, getting a delightful look at Jacob. "Oh, do come in!" She leans forward, wrapping her powerful hand around Jacob's wrist and pulling him in. "I have sooooooooooo much to show you."

"Oh, mama, I'm a yiffer now!" He says in bliss before the curtain closes, cutting him off from his friends.

"Jacob!" Quentin takes a step towards Pirate Cove, but Chica prances in front of him.

"Don't worry about your friend, honey," she leans against him, dragging her finger across his sweater. "There's more than enough of us for all of you," she pushes against him, surprising Quentin with how strong such a simple machine can be. He's not a gym junkie by any means, but his larger stature and size makes him generally stronger than most.

He's pushed up against the wall by the yellow chicken, rendered unable to help his friends. Alex, watching Quentin being pushed against a wall, smiles. Knowing his friend's strength, he assumes that Quentin is allowing this to happen.

"There you go, buddy, you're finally into it!"

"I... can't get off the wall..." Quentin huffs.

"What?" All the joy in his face disappears instantly.

Bonnie bounces past him, wrapping her arms around Quentin's right arm while Chica takes his left. "Big boys should be treated extra special," the two seductive voices sing in harmony. "We'll handle you."

"Wait... Quentin, are you-"

"Their grip... I can't move," Quentin's voice is strained, clearly scared. Alex has never heard his friend speak like this before.

"H-Hey, wait!" Alex steps forward but two brown arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back into Freddy's soft chest pillows.

"Now, now, we can't ignore our guests," she spins him around, pulling his face between her breasts. "Let's have some fun, baby."

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You shimmy your way through a very thin window in the bathroom, doing your best not to rip your clothes as you break into your place of work. It's a good thing you noticed the windows when you were in here last time, because they're surprisingly hard to spot from the outside. But you can't make too much noise, else you're a sitting duck in the bathroom.

Sadly, you lose your grip and fall the whole way down, landing on your back. The wind is knocked right out of you, forcing out a cough. You quickly cover your mouth and roll on your stomach, trying the best to muddle your painful wheezes.

"Goddamnit..." You crawl across the ground with one arm while keeping a hand over your mouth. "Come on... I gotta get back..."

You stop, taking a few hard breaths to recover even a little bit. You crawl a little further, reaching the wall so you can use it as leverage. You shake your head and look up... seeing a new animatronic. A white fox with a pink bow tie, small pink parts on the edge of her tail, the lower half of her face, and along her chest. She's leaning forward, curiously examining you.

"Oh... crap..."

Those words alone make Mangle frantically jump and run back into her cove. You blink a few times, unsure what to think of what just happened. You haven't encountered Mangle before, but the fact she just ran away is a genuine saving grace. That could've been the end of your night. You slowly walk out, still using the wall as support, then push off and stumble towards the adjacent wall. You tilt your head past the corner, seeing if any of the animatronics are around. To your surprise, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie are all stagnant on stage. You've seen the girls up there a lot, but this is the first time they've looked so... satisfied? Proud? It's hard to nail down an emotion, but they're certainly happier than normal.

They're usually walking around already. It's almost one... what the?

Your eyes are drawn to collections of dust that have spread around the room, a little denser around Pirate Cove.

Where did the dust come from? Did I miss it when I came... hey, is that the key?

You're completely baffled at everything that seemed to have changed after you're gone. Why is the key here? What's with the dust? Why are the animatronics just standing there? There are way too many questions with not enough answers. But you have to get back to the room. Not only could the animatronics spot you, but Mangle could still get you from behind.

Having some time to recover, you're confident you can grab the key and run back to the security room without a hitch. You lean away from the edge and rest against the wall, taking a deep breath. With that little bit of confidence, you turn the corner and sprint towards the table.

"This isn't fair!" You scream sliding to a halt and swiping the key.

"Ah, there you are!" Bonnie chuckles, hopping off the stage alongside Chica.

"We've miiiiissed youuuuu," the yellow one swoons, coming after you directly while Bonnie goes down the other hall.

"NO YOU HAVEN'T!"

"Let us give you a hug."

"Don't you need a pillow?"

"I HAVE THEM AT HOME!"

"You hear that, he wants to take us home."

"That is NOT WHAT I SAID!" You holler back.

You pass by the door and slam the door button, assuring that Chica, who was on your tail, isn't going to get you. But the other door is still open, meaning you're still in danger. You hastily tumble forward before throwing all your weight forward, extending your hand towards the button. Midair, you can see Bonnie's figure through the window. Your hand slaps against the door button, shutting the metal door before your sexy doom is brought upon you. However, momentum is still a law, so your entire body crashes against the wall and crumbles to the floor.

"Ggg... pain..." You twitch on the floor.

"We can relieve that pain," Bonnie's voice is dampened by the glass she's pressing herself against.

"Maybe we need to convince him?" Chica adds, doing the same as Bonnie on the other side. "Would you like a pet name?"

"No..." You mumble, opting to remain on the floor.

"What did he like to be called? Ah yes," Bonnie slides her body to the edge of the window, closest to you. "Open up, darling."

"Gah!" You summersault forward a few times until springing over to the chair, landing on your feet perfectly. "I won't be tempted!" You point to both of them.

The two girls giggle, lifting themselves off the glass. "We'll be back later. You're too much fun to let be," Bonnie says with a wink.

Your racing heart slowly teeters off as sense returns to your brain.

"I'm standing on a chair," you say the obvious, quickly stepping down and taking a seat. You huff, grabbing the tablet while setting the keys down. "Day four and-"

THUNK

You spin the chair towards the right door, scared of what may be beyond. Foxy jumps in from the left, smiling and holding up her hook.

"Thought you might've opened the door. You're such a tease, darling. Don't you want a hooker?" She waves her hand.

"I... NO!"

"Awwwww," she pouts. "How about this pirate booty?" Foxy spins around and splats her bottom cheeks against the glass.

"Hey!"

She turns around, attentively listening for your next lovely word.

"Stop that!" You say with a stern finger wagging.

Foxy looks to the ground and slowly walks away, having been rejected yet again.

With a moment of respite, you start breathing heavily to release all your anxiety. "I can't believe that worked... I can't believe I talked to them. Confidence... he was right! I just need confidence!"

You walk over and open both doors, then walk to the front of the desk and take a seat. "Alright, confidence."

"Is the door open?" Foxy's voice bounces down the hall.

You immediately shut both doors again.

"NO!"

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3:46 am

With one arm holding the tablet up, camera on the right hallway, your head is poking out the left door. Power has dropped significantly since you had the doors closed for over an hour, lacking that confidence you said you had. But you know if power goes out then it's over, so you need to do your best.

Chica pokes her head out from behind the wall, peering at you.

"HEY!" You shout, making her giggle and hide behind the wall again.

Bonnie's ears slowly come around the bathroom hallway. "I see those ears!"

The bunny laughs, ducking away like her ally.

You squint, not quite as entertained as they are. But if they're going to react like this when you're talking back, that's totally fine. The power is barely falling at this rate.

But the distraction makes you miss Foxy passing by the cameras. She skulks around the corner, using her hook to pull herself around. Unfortunate for her, the hook clicks the door button. It slams right down on her arm, eliciting an admittedly adorable yelp from the cold hearted humper.

"What the?" You turn to the door, closing it behind you.

"Hey! My arm!" Foxy whines, doing her best to pull it away.

You slowly approach, leaning on your right leg so you can see her out the window.

"You... were gonna get me..."

"I WAS! But then this stupid door!" She keeps pulling. "Can you open it?

"What? No way!"

"I won't get you! I just don't want another hook!" She earnestly pleads.

You look down at the hook and consider your options. So you do the first thing that comes to mind, you kick the hook.

It does nothing.

"Why are you kicking it?"

"I was just trying!" You shout back. "Fine," you sigh, clicking the door button.

Foxy's strength sends her shooting against the wall, but she's completely unfazed.

"Yay! This is my favourite hook! It's boys favourite hook too," she deviously grins at you. "You deserve a hug!" She opens her arms out and jumps forward.

You swiftly close the door so she slams into it.

"Meeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaan."

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4:28am

"Come on, let us in!" Bonnie whines.

"It's just not fair," Chica adds.

"No! Stop draining my power!" You complain like a child.

Bonnie crosses her arms and stomps. "Then why does Mangle get to be in there?"

"Why does... what?" Your voice is genuinely surprised while you look around the room.

There, in the back corner, is Mangle sitting on the ground just staring at you. She isn't making a noise, she isn't advancing, she's just watching. Your entire body tenses knowing you're locked in here with one now. You have a base instinct to scream and freak out, but the logical side of you knows that could end in disaster. Bits of sweat drop from your brow, your smile is clearly pained but Mangle, who's head has tilted in response to your reaction, doesn't pick up on this social cue. You bit by bit turn forward, moving more mechanically than any of them.

"It's fine."

"So she's allowed in there?"

With a deep breath you reply, "Yes."

"You don't know what fair is!"

"Fair is relative," you keep your voice as stern as possible, but the cracks are there. "And my relative trumps yours."

"You know, plenty of people LIKE spending time with us," Chica huffs. "We saw you here before!"

"That was different."

"Was it?" Bonnie cocks her head to the side. "Was it really?"

"Y-Yes," you nod, even more sweat pouring off your face as if you were a water fountain.

"Are you okay? You're looking really wet. I thought that was our job," Chica coos.

"Yeah, just... perspiration."

"The only liquid we know is-"

"Can you go away now? You're clearly not coming in," you hastily spew.

"Fiiiine," the two say in unison before walking away.

Calmly, totally not freaking out, you push the chair back and stand, walk to both doors, and open them up. You turn back around to Mangle, who's still very calm.

"When did-"

With you acknowledging her presence with words, Mangle completely melts down. You can see bits of smoke blow out her fluffy ears as she springs off the ground and heads for the door, knocking you over as she passes.

"Baka guard-kun!" She wails while running down the hallway.

You stare up at the ceiling, not even bothering to get back up. Life, at this point, is truly a mystery.

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With the animatronics having halted their assault on your forces over forty minutes ago, you decided it was time to wrap everything up. You put the key back by the front door and collected a broom to sweep up whatever dust managed to get in the building. There were a few gushy parts, but they were so covered in the white powder that you really couldn't fathom a guess at what it could've been.

This time of sweeping did give you some thinking time, though. Before, you were utterly terrified and avoided the animatronics at all costs. This night, however, you interacted more than ever and managed to keep them at bay. If you can manage that for the last few nights, everything should go smoothly. It's strange how they're like this now, though. Granted, they have spoken before but never to this degree. It was certainly a new level of interesting, and that's saying something considering everything that's happened.

But your thinking and working makes what little time you have left pass quickly, and Charlotte arrives to dismiss you.

"Oh, you... you're still here. Good!" She ends with a smile. "What were you doing?"

You dump the last of the dust in a garbage bin and head towards the repair room. "Just saw some stuff that needed cleaning. I was surprised, by the way," you drop the supplies in the closet and come back out, wiping your hands together. "Nobody was here at the start of my shift."

"Really? I guess daddy left early," Charlotte shrugs, though she seems extremely observant of you. "Are you... okay?"

"Yeah," you nod with a smile. "Honestly... kinda the best night."

"Really?" She says in near shock. "I've heard the later nights are what people don't like."

"Makes sense," you chuckle, thinking back on the robots. "Well, I don't know what you did but those animatronics have some interesting personalities," you walk forward, path set for the door. "They still freak me out, but they got a lot more talkative. You're way better at programming than I thought," you pat her shoulder with a charismatic smile. "So nice job. But I am kinda tired," you say with a snicker. "So I'll see you later. Have a good day, Charlotte," you wave before leaving.

Charlotte loses herself staring at the animatronics again. "Hm..."