" " means spoken

     * * are thoughts

     I don't own anything or anyone except myself, playing as the night guard, and the story  

     FNIA is owned by Mairusu

There was once a teenager named Matthew, who was about 17 years old. He was fairly tall, with wild, dirty blonde hair and a fit but not overly muscular frame. In fact, a good portion of his frame was also fat, as he was not the most in or out of shape person that there was. He wore glasses and always seemed slightly slouching whenever he would be standing up, which thankfully had improved throughout his time in high school, which he had just graduated with flying colors.

However, at this moment in time, he was incredibly bored. For whatever reason, every college he had tried to apply to had left him in the dark about his status that if he was truly prepared to go. Despite his grades and few achievements, Matthew was incredibly shy, so he had practically no social life throughout his time in high school. Still, he was not one to sit idly. He was currently looking for a part-time job through the newspaper in his old parents' apartment. He had lived here for many years after they had passed away, and the landlady was kind enough to let him stay. He was responsible enough to look after himself, and always willing to lend a hand around the building. But he knew that her charity was temporary. Especially now, since he had slacked off getting a job for so long now, that he was finally getting to it.

Crossing off most of the job options in the morning newspaper, nothing really seemed appealing to him. There were just basic, everyday jobs that no one really wanted to do, like being a plumber or garbage man. Matthew turned to the last page, red marker at the ready as he was not expecting to find his salvation on the final page, but there it was. There was an ad for a night guard job at Freddy's Anime Convention, which would pay $15 an hour for six hours, or $450 a week. Matthew had been to that place in the past, and remembered the characters. While they were cute, other people would usually think of them in... other ways, and Matthew was no such exception. 

*What a steal of a deal! I'd be working for a place with sexy hot animatronics, I barely have to do any work past the witching hour, and I'll still get paid for it! I see this as an absolute win!* Matthew ate his makeshift breakfast quickly and headed out the door, eventually leaving the apartment. Grabbing his bike from the nearby bike rack after taking off the lock, he traveled off and down the roads towards the anime convention. Luckily, he remembered the directions, and the place was only just about three blocks away from his apartment building.

Within ten minutes, Matthew had finally arrived. Slowly, he got off his bike and put it on the nearby bike rack, locking it back up. Walking up to the doors, he admired the decor of the place. Despite showing modern anime-like posters and decorations on the inside, the overall building had a much more down-to-earth retro feel to it, something that he could appreciate the beauty in. Opening the door and stepping inside, he nearly had a heart attack as a blue bunny jumped out right in front of him as a greeting. She was tall, a bit more so than him given the ears, with a slim body and a decently-sized chest. Very questionable for a children's animatronic.

"Hiya! Welcome to Freddy's Anime Convention. How may I be of assistance?" the blue bunny asked him. Her voice was giddy and seemed to move with her body.

"Um, h-hi there," Matthew stammered nervously, trying to stare her in the face rather than anywhere else, "I'm looking for a job here, the night guard position." She seemed to perk up at his response, somehow stretching her face with a smile that shouldn't have been possible.

"Right this way, sir, to the manager's office." The busty bunny had turned around and began leading him down a nearby hallway, but she was visibly bouncing her blue body while Matthew followed behind, and he was fighting even harder not to stare. Feeling his cheeks heat up, he thought that asking a question would get his mind out of the gutter, so he spat out the first thing that came to his mind.

"Hey," he asked while they were walking down the hall, "What's your name?" The bunny was clearly taken aback; Normally people didn't ask questions, and when they did, they were about her body, not her name. As she recovered she answered "Bonnie. Bonnie the Bunny. Why do you ask?" They had just reached the office. Matthew turned back to her, looking into her eyes as he answered honestly.

"Oh, nothing. I only wanted to thank you, Bonnie, for the help," Matthew said. Again, Bonnie was entirely in shock but recovered a little quicker than last time, getting her bearings together. This was the first person to actually thank her for leading them to the office. But she shrugged it off and walked back to the stage, trying to think little of it as Matthew walked right in to see the manager.

Except in was in a nice, job-interview manner rather than like a Karen screeching for one.

Once inside the office, Matthew was greeted by a man named Mairusu, who was sitting behind the desk, and applied for the job immediately. Despite the friendly service, his nerves were on fire, as he was not used to going to crowded places during his free time. Luckily, it looked like all he had to do was take a quick quiz to determine if he would be qualified for the night shift. The first question was simple:

1.What's your favorite type of music?

While Matthew had no idea how this was relevant to the job, he honestly had no single favorite genre of music, though he had started listening to heavy metal again, and so that was his first answer. The second one was even easier:

2.Would you mind working from 12AM to 6AM?

In a single word, yes. Matthew had always been a night person, scratch that, a frickin' night owl. He loved staying up late into and through the witching hour. It was the time that he would actually feel the most awake, as if the moon gave him adrenaline. Yeah, he knew that it made absolutely no sense, but that was how he had always perceived it. It was the third and final question that had really thrown him off:

3. Are you a perv?

"What the hell!" exclaimed Matthew, nearly launching himself out of his chair. Mairusu gave him a content but serious look as he spoke.

"Sorry, that's just a question for certain legal reasons in case you haven't noticed the build of the animatronics," Mairusu said calmly. Matthew furiously shook his head from side to side, shifting and suddenly very uncomfortable.

"Of course I'm not!" At his response, Mairusu smiled widely.

"Well then, it looks like you're hired! I'll get you a uniform, and you can begin tonight!"

Meanwhile, on the stage were the trio: Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. The convention had been closed for the last two hours, and Bonnie thought it was safe to tell them about Matthew.

Freddy was the bear girl, despite the male name, as well as the leader or star attraction of the convention. Her overall design was brown in color, to simulate actual bear fur. She wore a cute little top hat on her head and clutched a microphone in her right hand. She was about the same as Bonnie in terms of her body, well sized assets and again, questionable for kids.

Chica was very similar, although her (cough cough) chicken breasts (cough) were larger than both other gals. She would flaunt them whenever she could, as if she was trying to prove something. Her prop was a pink cupcake, complete with a single candle on top of it. She was the most popular animatronic when it came to birthday parties as she was designed to be a literal party animal. Despite having the name and colors of a chicken, she had no beak. Probably because let's be honest here, she'd look terrifying with one.

Anyway, back to Bonnie talking about Matthew.

"There's gonna be a new night guard tonight, girls," she told her partners up on the stage. Chica looked delighted but Freddy had looked... off.

"Yes, another playmate." Chica was excited, and was clearly already plotting to try and get into the office before the others in order to get to him, but Freddy had just sighed dejectedly before speaking up.

"He'll be just like all the others before him; All cock and no heart, and even that'll be a disappointment. Let's face it, he only got this job because he wants to use us as sex toys, but we'll get him in the end, just like all the other night guards."

"I wouldn't count on it this time, Freddy," Bonnie said, not letting Freddy's sour mood get her down, "He seemed very nice to me and even talked to me like I was another person rather than a sex toy. I even made him blush with how much I bounced earlier instead of him groping me!"

"It's all an act, you'll see," Freddy growled, "You'll see soon enough tonight."

"Shhh," said Chica, "It's almost 11:30 and I think I hear him coming in. Get into position."

And with that, the girls all stiffened and changed their faces back into smiles as the front door to the convention opened up, and the newest night guard had walked inside.