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Being hired for a night job had been exactly what you'd been looking for. The hectic schedule of college classes mixed in with wanting to squeeze in time for your small friend group made finding a job seem impossible. Then, seeing that newspaper ad had been like a gift from God and you'd been hired after a quick phone interview.
A night shift at the local amusement park in the newest attraction wasn't something you'd have chosen under different circumstances, but the guy over the phone had reassured you it was a six hour shift of lounging around checking the security cameras every half hour or so. Sounded like a sweet deal and you were scheduled to start the next day.
Arriving at about ten thirty at night, you parked your car and stepped up to the front gate where you were let in. The man that'd been on the phone led you to the unopened Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction, a dirty and rundown looking recreation of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The name tag on his chest said Scott in slightly chipped writing.
"This week is pretty much a practice run for next week." He drawled, a large key ring jangling as he unlocked the front door. "Teens like to sneak into the horror rides to make out or...do other shit. Uh here's your uniform, keys, radio and flashlight. There's instructions for the camera system and other stuff you need to take care of during your shift. I'll probably check up with you about half way through." You took the uncomfortable looking uniform and other items, attaching them onto the belt you bought for the new job. It seemed simple enough, since any real trouble you might run into wasn't going to show up until next week when the attraction was opened to the public.
He showed you where the bathrooms were and then took you to your desk. The room was rather disgusting looking, everything a gross shade of green and covered in mysterious stains. You never went to any of the Fazbear joints, but you were suddenly grateful for this.
"If you run into any problems, just call me over the radio." He scratched at his cheek disinterestedly, already walking away. "Good luck on your first night."
"Thank you." You muttered, not very thankful at all. But, a job's a job, and you really needed this one.
You used the, fortunately clean, bathrooms to change into your uniform and checked yourself out in the mirror. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it'd looked, but definitely wasn't flattering. Sighing, you walked back to your desk. Even though you were never the easily scared type, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you walked down the corridors. Shivering, you picked up the pace.
Just as Scott had said, there was nothing more to do than regularly check the cameras and flip idly through your instruction manual. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about it except under the section labeled "Animatronics". It stated that Fazbear's Fright housed a single animatronic and listed a few things under it about how to turn it on and off along with some other safety stuff. What caught your attention was the single sentence written in messy, rushed ink: "If you see it in the halls, lock your door and pray."
Scoffing at the obvious attempt to scare newcomers, you simply flipped the pamphlet closed and went back to fucking around on your phone.
It was pretty shitty staying up so late, especially after classes, but sleeping in and catching a nap after school before heading over to Fazbear's Fright was the best solution you'd come up with to deal with the new night schedule.
At nearly two in the morning was when you heard something. You almost though you'd dozed off and dreamt the noise since your eyelids had been getting rather heavy moments before. But, no, you heard it again nearly ten minutes after the first time. It was a heavy, metallic sound echoing down the halls from deeper within the ride.
Cautiously, you turned towards the computer monitors to flip through the different camera feeds. Most of them were pretty low quality, some had even gone completely static, but as far as you could tell there was nothing out of place in the building. You didn't hear the noise again and was about to write it off as nothing other than bad piping or ventilation when you looked up from the monitors. In the large window in front of your desk was a face.
You nearly screamed, falling backwards out of your chair and onto the freezing tile floor. Quickly, you got back on your feet and grabbed your flashlight. Looking back at the window you saw nothing had changed, but you realized it wasn't a face you'd been looking at.
It was an animatronic.
Sighing in relief, you put your flashlight back on your belt and wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans. You must not have noticed it before, it was just dark enough that it had been mostly obscured except for a pair of dull eyes and a set of teeth gleaming in the low light. As you re-examined it, you saw it was clearly an animatronic with how large the head was and the broken bunny ears on its head.
It seemed strange though, because thinking about it more closely you actually recalled the window being completely empty when you'd first started your shift. Before you could overthink too much, a sound stole your attention back to the cameras. One of the screens that didn't have a live feed on it was beeping and flashing insistently.
You frowned, leaning down closer and sitting back on your chair. You clicked on the red flashing icon next to Ventilation and realized it was a malfunction warning.
"Shit." You muttered, clicking randomly at promising looking buttons to try and get more information only led to more confusion. Anxiety coiled in your gut as you frantically flipped through the instruction manual, searching for anything about malfunctions or the ventilation. Coming up empty handed and feeling very light headed with panic by now, you reached down to grab your radio to call Scott.
Except, your entire arm was numb and uselessly slid off your radio. The whole room was spinning and your knees hit the floor as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
You had no clue how much time had passed when you woke up. You had no clue where you even were, no longer in your office. Instead, you were inside a dank room with just a hint of moonlight spilling in from a hole in the roof. You clutched your head, pain throbbing steadily between your temples. With a groan, you started to get to your feet, but stopped when you heard that sound from before. This time it was accompanied by a short screech, like metal rubbing together.
Glancing over your shoulder, you found it's source.
Rising from its sitting position was a large animatronic bunny. It's fur was green and unkempt, holes littering its entire body. Some were large enough to reveal the wires and metal skeleton beneath, along with something slimy looking deep inside.
Horror built low in your gut and pressed up into your throat, escaping from your lips in a long scream. The thing lumbered forwards, arms hanging by its side and slightly hunched forwards like an actual animal creeping towards you. It's eyeballs stared out from an artificial skull and its large teeth were bared in an imitation of a smile.
Your hands scrambled over the slick floor as you desperately tried to get away. It seemed that exposure to the elements had left the room permanently damp and smelling slightly of rot.
The animatronic had an entire foot on you, towering tall and menacingly as it took another step forwards. You froze, your back hitting the wall behind you and your eyes darting desperately back and forth could detect no way out.
It leaned towards you, hands reaching out and tilting its whole body forward until it was on its hand and knees hovering over your prone body. You shrank away, feeling vulnerably small in its massive shadow.
To your continued shock and revulsion, the things' jaw creaked open and a low hissing sound came from inside. Your scrambling brain took a moment to realize that it was speaking.
"So...long..." It rasped in a deep, but hoarse voice. "It's been...so long..." You didn't want it to finish it's thought, swiftly kicking up and into its chest. Pain shot up your shin and you gasped, the metal underneath the fur was stronger than anticipated and your toes throbbed inside your shoe. Undeterred by your struggle, it shuffled slightly closer and cornered you further.
A single hand reached up and you cringe away as it neared your face, the rough digits making contact with your cheek. Almost in an exploratory manner, it dragged it down your face and neck. The touch on the hair curled along your collarbone was downright gentle.
Swallowing, you cautiously glanced up at its face and saw it staring down at where it was touching. Then, the hand dragged down your shirt and curled around your waist, large enough to cover most of your back. Now, you gasped for a different reason. Your head spun in confusing circles over the strange change in the atmosphere. Only seconds ago you'd been cowering in fear, and now the horrific robot that'd been stalking you was touching you like a lover would.
Afraid of invoking it's wrath, but unwilling to let it continue, you placed a firm hand on its chest and pushed back slowly. It moved with you for a minute, an almost thoughtful look in its fake eyes.
Lightning fast, its hands wrapped around your thighs and dragged you forwards until you were lying flat on your back with your legs spread over its lap.
"Hey, stop-" You tried, but were cut off with another gasp. The demented animatronic reached up and ripped your shit open, buttons flying and seams torn. Cold air lapped at your skin, goosebumps rising on your arms. You panted hard as adrenaline burned through your veins, feeling the things hand return to your waist.
The other hand easily reached down and tugged your jeans until they too split open, exposing your underwear. Your hand shot out to slap the thing away, but your wrist was caught in an iron grip and pinned to the ground.
You suddenly recalled that it had a name, the paragraph about Fazbear's Fright's only animatronic floating to the front of your mind. Springtrap, the bunny animatronic from the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
Springtrap tugged on your legs again, positioning your ass directly over his smooth crotch. Your mouth went bone dry, making it hard to swallow, as you tugged your captured wrist fruitlessly.
The hand not holding you in place dragged down your stomach and slowly dipped into your panties, the fur tickling against the delicate skin there and causing you to shiver. The large fingers tugged your underwear and ruined jeans down your thighs.
You were frozen, feeling like you could do nothing but watch as he reached around to unlatch your bra. It was almost like an out of body experience, except you felt every touch and caress against your heated skin.
Yeah, it was scary as hell and your heart still pounded in your chest, but what Springtrap was doing didn't necessarily feel bad. Your traitorous body was quickly warming to the attention.
The pale light from outside spilled across your exposed breasts, nipples hard against the chilled air pushing tenderly against your flesh. You had no time to prepare as your hand was released and Springtrap grabbed a handful, his other hand curling against your slit.
You inhaled sharply to prevent any other noises escaping your mouth. The finger didn't move for a second, but the hand squeezing around your tit was rubbing a thumb up and down the nipple. Air stuttered out of your lungs, you felt like there wasn't enough in the room and you might pass out again.
Springtrap pressed into your slit and found it slick enough to glide easily down to your hole. You clenched hard when you thought he'd just push in, but he merely circled around it once and slid back up to push against the underside of your clit.
"Oh God." You groaned and tensed, thighs starting to strain and shake from being in the same position too long. Springtrap paid no attention to that, and instead continued circling slowly and steadily against that electrifying spot.
The slight tingles from before had bloomed into full on butterflies, turning your stomach around in knots and your brain to mush. It shouldn't feel so good, but it did and you grew wetter under his attention.
Without warning, a finger slid home and you bucked your hips in surprise. It was larger than was exactly comfortable, but it was the fullest you've felt in a while and the thumb rubbing your clit sweetened the deal.
You moaned at the first thrust, quiet and choked back, but still a moan. His free hand moved to the aching nipple that’d been neglected, giving it the same treatment as the first. A particularly hard flick had your back arching up and your ankles crossing over his back to hold on more securely.
Springtrap moved his hand faster, thrusting in and out harder than before to a rhythm that had you groaning appreciatively. They were long enough to brush up against a sensitive place inside and your back bowed again.
"Please." You gasped, not really sure if you were pleading for more or for it to stop. You cried out again when a second finger thrust up beside the first, opening you further.
Beads of sweat ran down your legs, making you feel absolutely drenched everywhere. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out accompanied with the soft clanking of his arms joints harmonized with your gasps and moans in the dark room.
Closer and closer to the edge, your head tilted far enough back for your hair to brush against the floor, and your vision started going dark.
Then, his fingers were gone and you were clenching on air while your body quickly wound down from being so close to orgasm. Disappointment prickled in your chest and you looked back up, chest heaving, to see that he had removed himself and was reaching down between your ass and his crotch.
Confused, you heard a soft click and watched as the panel there pulled away to reveal the dark interior. He dropped it with a dull thud and reached back inside to pull out a cock.
There was nothing special about it in size or length, but the surprise of it being there in the first place accompanied by its strange purple color had your mind scrambling once again. Without nearly enough time to process what had just happened, he was suddenly back at your entrance and pressing in with just as much insistence as his fingers.
"W-wait," You mumbled, trying to sit up. But he breached through, slowly at first and then quicker after the head made it through. It wasn't thicker than his two fingers, but it was longer and curved just right to stop flushed against your g-spot. A long moan escaped you, thighs squeezing around his hips and your hands clutched on his shoulder.
You thought he'd take a moment once he was flush against your ass, but the minute he was completely inside he pulled out and thrust hard back in.
"Fuck!" You shouted, clenching around fistfuls of fur in a desperate attempt to hang on. Now, the creaking of his joints was slightly louder as he set a fast pace slamming into your pussy. It was hard to breathe, all the air being punched out of you again and again, making your head feel pleasantly floaty.
"It's been...so long." Springtrap groaned again.
It didn't seem possible that it could get anymore intense, not when all your senses were being filled up with cock and a green pelt. Springtrap's head hung low by your shoulder and you could feel his breath hot against your skin. You were covered in slick sweat causing you to slide slightly on the floor before he pulled you back in, both hands were so large that when he placed them on your hips his fingers overlapped on the middle of your back.
But then it did get more intense.
You were getting close to finishing when he slammed home and paused. Tension drained from your body and you groaned softly from frustration. You were about to say something when he released you and sat back until the only point of connection between you two was where he was inside you.
Then, he wrapped one hand around your waist and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. You gasped, reaching for him out of reflex to keep yourself balanced, but before you could he started moving.
"Oh my God." You moaned, head rolling back. Kneeling on the floor, Springtrap used one hand to start moving you on and off his dick like a fleshlight. Your arms hung limp in the air and you held your legs up slightly bent so he could use you easier.
It was unbelievably hot, the strength it took to hold you up like that, the nonchalance of fucking you like a toy, and the soft huffs of pleasure he let out as he did so. You didn't try to stabilize yourself on him, simply letting him do as he pleased because it was super fucking enjoyable for you.
He seemed to never run out of stamina, seemingly slowing down if he got tired and speeding up when he recovered without ever pausing or taking a break. Or maybe he did it to make it more interesting. You didn't know which. At the moment you didn't know much of anything other than the amazing high you were getting closer and closer to.
There was a slight hitch in his rhythm and you wondered briefly if that meant he was close. You didn't think about it long because he sped up and suddenly you were cumming.
Toes curling and legs quaking, you cried out as pleasure washed over you in waves that only got stronger as Springtrap fucked you through them. Eventually, it ebbed into that familiar after glow and your entire body went limp like a doll having it's strings cut.
Springtrap's hips pressed against your ass and he started to tremble slightly, a low groan echoing through the room. You watched, slightly out of breath, as he came inside you.
Neither of you moved for a moment and you almost felt like you could fall asleep despite the uncomfortable position hanging in the air.
He pulled out and lowered you onto the ground. You shivered as the cold sweat on your back met the colder tiles. He tucked himself back inside and picked up the panel to replace over his groin. You laid there on the dirty ground, fucked out, your uniform completely unsalvageable.
Without even meaning to, your eyes slipped closed, and you listened to the soft mechanical sound of the animatronic walking away. Whether that was just to the other side of the room or leaving entirely, you didn't know or care. You were too busy losing consciousness.
"Hello, hello, Scott here. Are you there?" A staticky voice came from your radio. "Hello? Hey, you alive?"
You didn't answer, already passed out cold.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" There was a pause and some shuffling noises. "Hey, newbie! Hello??"