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After about a 30 minute drive to the PizzaPlex, you pulled into one of the thousand or more parking spots for the building. Despite you not wanting to be near this place, you had to admit, it was amazingly huge. After Fazbear Entertainment’s previous scandals, you had not one clue as to how they were able to even begin working on a project of this degree. As you kept staring, your sister started slapping your arm from the back seat, demanding you turn the car off and go in with her. Reluctantly, you pressed the “engine stop” button in your car, your engine going quiet. Your car flashed you a reminder on the tiny screen behind the wheel, saying “look in rear seat.” As if you could forget about the little demon back there. The two of you left the vehicle, locking it after your sister shut the door and began booking it to the front doors. You shouted her name, only worried about the explanation you’d have to give to your parents in the divine-given situation that she was picked up by a stranger. Your hopefulness sunk; she’d be returned in an instant if she was kidnapped. That’s how bad she is.
Both of you walked into the building, buying the necessary passes and walking through the gates to the atrium. You were thankful your parents carelessly gave you their credit card, because your sister was currently rushing to the gift shop, looking at the sheer amount of merchandise around her. All the bright colors were enough to make an 8 year old like her feel like she had reached utopia.You made sure to keep watch of her, browsing some of the merchandise yourself. You had to admit, the plushies were really cute. You definitely had some sort of a stuffed animal addiction, the pile of them on your bed was enough of an explanation.You picked up one of a little bear, and a smile grew on your face. Freddy Fazbear. The plushie, as well as all of the other various depictions of Freddy and the band, look a lot more…punk. Definitely not as creepy as the ones you’ve seen on YouTube. You were interested in the stories that Fazbear Entertainment had to hide, and sometimes found yourself browsing YouTube and watching people trespass on old Fazbear locations and find some golden stuff, like old animatronics...Now that you think about it, was there ever an alligator in the band?
You were snapped out of your thoughts by your sister tugging on your sweatshirt sleeve, asking if she could buy a handful of plushies. One of each robot. Hey, it was your parents' money, not yours. You got to the register before the lights in the shop suddenly dimmed. A booming voice started speaking over the intercoms.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together, for the one, the only, Freddy Fazbear!”
Your sister impatiently put the plushies on the counter and kept whining about missing the show as the cashier rang up the toys. You were tempted to pretend you had forgotten the card to stall time, but you’d only get an earful from your parents later anyway. Reluctantly, you paid for the plushies and your sister dragged you by the wrist out to the stage to watch the show.
The second your eyes landed on those dancing robots, you felt like a child again. Your pupils must have grown five times in size. Your eyes couldn’t stay in one place. The screen behind the robots was humongous, the speakers were bigger than your car, and the robots. The robots!! How were they moving so smoothly? Were they dancing? Free roaming? This was the least you expected from the company, but you were nothing less than mesmerized. These robots were such a huge advancement in technology. 20 years ago, people would have laughed at the concept of nearly sentient robots.
But here they were, and you could hardly believe your eyes.
The music was booming but you loved it. The reverberations in your chest made your entire body tingle with excitement and sheer nostalgia.Their movements were just unbelievably smooth. Your eyes darted between each animatronic. You recognized Chica in all her feminine glory. She definitely had a glow up from the 80s. She looked incredible, the way she was jamming out on her guitar. You never thought you’d see a robot look like she was in her own little world, but Chica looked just like that. You also saw two other robots that were unfamiliar to you. One was an alligator with some pretty funky sunglasses, playing a bass. The other was a…wolf? Dog? You couldn’t exactly tell, but she was playing some type of handheld keyboard. Then your eyes landed on “the one and only.”
You were hooked. Freddy looked so absolutely happy. The way he spun and sang into his microphone was something you could only describe as entrancing. That’s precisely what he did, put you under a trance. Your eyes followed his every move, and you could have sworn that the two of you made eye contact. All that you could recollect after you blinked was blue. Blue. Blue.
The show eventually ended, the voice over the speakers returning to tell the audience that Freddy and his friends were going out onto the floor to talk and roam. It also went over some general precautions and rules, like no crowding around the robots, don’t touch them unless they let you, all that. You were starting to feel peckish, so you and your sister went over to one of the various food courts. Despite it being winter, you ordered a little ice cream sandwich that was shaped like one of the characters, while your sister got chicken nuggets and fries. You two sat down to eat, and your sister began to unexpectedly initiate conversation.
“Happy birthday,” she said, so out of the blue you nearly choked on your Roxy ice cream sandwich. “I’m sorry for being mean earlier.”
“Well, thank you,” you replied, following with “I forgive you.” You two continued to talk, but it was mostly her talking your ear off about all the different characters and what their personalities are. You found yourself genuinely interested, giggling as she made two of her plushies pretend to argue. You heard the faint sound of metal clanking, disregarding it as one of the animatronics walking. Walking he was, but when your sister caught eye of something behind you, you turned to see something you didn’t expect at all.
Freddy Fazbear, walking towards the two of you, his smile glowing when he sees your sister’s collection of plushies.
Dear God, he was tall. If you stood in front of him, you’d probably only reach the middle of his torso. The metal on him was shining from the sheer amount of lights in the place. He walked so fluidly, he truly did resemble a human in so many ways. Technology boggled you.
“Hello, young ladies!” he greeted, waving to the two of you. Your sister excitedly waved back, and you smiled and waved as well. God, you were getting nervous sweats from this robot. You weren’t scared of him, you knew that. So what was this feeling? Freddy’s voice snapped you out of it. “That is quite the collection of toys you have!”
“Yeah!” your sister exclaimed, picking them all up and walking over to Freddy. You were about to stop her in case she tried to touch him, but she held the plushie of Freddy himself up to him, letting him hold it. Freddy placed the plushie on his head, next to his hat, making your sister giggle. He took it off and handed it back to your sister, kneeling down to her height and asking for her name. She gave it, and he repeated, telling her to take good care of her plushies. Your sister nodded and then looked at you, pointing to you with one arm as the other struggled to hold her plushies. “That’s my sibling! It’s their birthday!”
Great, now she did it. The fact that your parents made you take her to this huge place with no regard for your birthday made you a little upset. However, you were admittedly enjoying yourself, so you didn’t think it was that bad after all. You gave Freddy a little nervous smile, nodding as confirmation.
“Is that so?” Freddy asked, looking you down and up. Was he...scanning you? “So it is! Happy birthday my friend! What is your name?” You gave it and he told you happy birthday again, including your name in the message. You felt your cheeks heat up as you giggled. “Thank you, Freddy,” you said sincerely, grateful at least someone told you besides your sister. That someone was not even human either.
As you and your sister continued to talk to Freddy, you caught a few voices calling your sister’s name. You looked around, catching eye of a group of her friends coming over and inviting her to hang out with them in the arcade. She asked you for permission and you agreed, only if she left her plushies with you so you could put them in your bag. With a little pout, she gave you her plushies, but not without giving them each a kiss first. You put the toys in your bag and began to go over some ground rules with your sister.
“It’s 3 PM now, I want you at the entrance by 6,” you said, kneeling down to her level. “Remember we have to make it back in time for dinner and for Dad to leave for work.” You dug in your pocket and fished out your mom’s credit card. “Take this, do. Not. Lose. It. Keep it somewhere safe. Your limit is $20, once it’s up, it’s up.”
“Got it!” your sister nodded, taking the card from your hand. “Can I go now?”
“Yes, have fun!” you waved her away as she went with her friends. You recognized a few parents that attended the group, so you knew your sister would be in safe hands. You turned and jumped a bit, not expecting Freddy to still be there. “Goodness, I’m sorry! You startled me.”
“No, I should be sorry!” Freddy said, placing a hand on his chest. “Are you celebrating your birthday here?”
“In actuality, no, I didn’t buy any party passes or anything,” you laughed. “But I’m having a good time.” Were you actually talking to a robot?
“That is good to hear!” the bear smiled. Well, if he responded, then yeah, you were actually talking to a robot. A very human-mannered robot. “You deserve something special for your special day! How about I give you a tour, and you can choose what you want to do?”
You were shocked, was he serious?
“Yes!” Shit, did you speak out loud? No matter, if a very tall (and concerningly handsome, you noticed) robot bear was asking to take you on a tour, how could you say no? You nodded, walking beside the bear as he told you about every single attraction within…the attraction. The two of you went upstairs, where Roxy Raceway and El Chip’s were, and various other rooms and games. You had to admit, despite how strange this may have looked to other customers, you were having a blast. At this moment, 16.5 hours into your birthday, Freddy was the only one to make you feel truly appreciated and special. The thought made you tear up slightly, and you wiped away your tears with your sweatshirt sleeve.
The both of you went back downstairs, and Freddy led you down the side of the building where all the character rooms were. “Do customers get to go inside?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what was behind all of those doors.
“No, they do not,” Freddy replied, bumming you out slightly. “However…” Freddy raised a hand and pressed a finger to his throat, saying something about retiring to his room since he needed to rest and because his schedule was clear until the next show. You figured he pressed a button to communicate with staff members, which only increased your levels of amazement. The staff gave him the OK, and Freddy opened the door to his room, letting you in first. You felt a small pit of nervousness begin to form in your stomach. Would you get in trouble for this? You ended up vocalizing your concern to Freddy.
“We will be okay, superstar!” he reassured. “I will tell staff that it was your birthday, and if needed, the band has the highest level of security, which includes deleting camera footage.” You let out a breath you weren’t aware that you were holding, thankful there was a lesser chance of you owing way too much money to an already rich company. Freddy began to give you a little mini tour of his room, shutting the curtains as well to avoid anyone looking in. You giggled to yourself, noticing how enthusiastic Freddy was to show you the smallest things, like a bowling ball on his floor. “You can sit down, superstar, I don’t bite!” Hah, if only he knew…did he?
You listened to him anyway, sitting down on the bright red/orange couch Freddy had in his room. And again with the “superstar…” You had to admit, it had you feeling all sorts of ways. So much so that the bear noticed. “Are you feeling okay, superstar? Your body heat is increasing. You are not sick, are you?”
“No, not at all!” you said, pulling on your sweatshirt collar. “It’s just…kind of overwhelming to be so close to the star of the show.” Freddy’s smile grew as he walked over and sat next to you. Lord, he was giant. You felt dwarfed by him. “You are…very big,” you said, looking him over until you realized what you had just said. You covered your face in embarrassment, muttering “oh not like that” a few times.
“Not like what?” Freddy asked, sounding confused. It hit you that you would have to explain the context to him. To a robot bear. Made for children. You took a deep breath, several, before straightening yourself out.
“Okay, so nowadays, if someone tells someone else that they’re ‘big,’ it usually refers to..uh, what’s in your pants.” You wanted to laugh. You wanted to pinch yourself and wake up back in your bed, surrounded by your plushies. Anything but explaining a sex joke to a children’s robot.
“I understand now,” Freddy replied, completely shocking you. How much information did these guys contain? “I know my body is too big to fit through vents, however, I do not have...certain parts, so I cannot find out how big whatever that is.”
“I’d imagine not, you were made for children after all,” you laughed, messing with your hair. “I’d be pretty shocked if you could do anything related to sex.” Your dirty mind began to wander, and you felt your face heating up, and your underwear get wet. You imagined him pinning you down, fucking you ferally with his fingers, both of you singing your own symphony of noises of pleasure.
“We were programmed with a fair amount of knowledge in regards to that,” the bear said, tapping his lower jaw with a clawed finger. “I am…unsure as to why.”
“Educational purposes,” you joked, laughing again. You shifted, feeling yourself get even more wet. Were you really getting aroused by having sex talk with a robot bear? Made for children? You were certainly not seeing the light when you passed.
“For example, I know what happens when the human body gets aroused.” You clenched around nothing. At the exact moment you did, Freddy’s pierced ear twitched. He looked at you, seemingly scanning you again. “How coincidental…your body is reacting. Just like I mentioned."
You were finished, you felt like you had ascended to cloud nine. Freddy analyzed you, and the sudden placement of his hand on your thigh made you jump. A shiver wracked its way down your spine as Freddy’s voice dropped down to a deep whisper. “You are aroused, starshine…why is that? Could it be…me?” His tone sounded half teasing, half concerned, like he was actually wondering if it was him who caused you to get wetter by the second. Your legs crossed and tightened, relieving some of the pressure.
“Starlet…” Freddy whispered, right next to your ear. “Have you received any gifts yet today…?” You were speechless, but you mustered up enough courage to answer.
“N-No, I haven’t…” you stutterd, feeling nearly out of breath.
“May I give you your first gift, superstar?”
“Yes, please Freddy…”
Quicker than you could blink, you found yourself seated on Freddy’s lap, your wrist gently grasped in his large hand. He placed your hand on his chest, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened them back up, looking confused. “How odd…my database is telling me that touch will help with these feelings, but I do not feel…anything.”
“Do you feel my hand on you?” you asked. Freddy nodded.
“Yes, I do. I have nerve receptors throughout my body.” Oh perfect.
“Well, your hands don’t just stay in one place,” you said. “You move them around, like this.” Your hands ran up and down Freddy’s torso, making him visibly shudder. “See?” you asked, pulling your hands back. Before you could get too far, the bear caught your wrists, placing them back on his chest.
“Superstar, I do not mean to be selfish, but…I would like you to keep going.” Freddy looked up at you with need, with want in his sapphire blue eyes. Oh, how could you say no? With your hands back on his chest, you resumed what you were doing, occasionally going over his shoulder plates and “accidentally” going too low at some points, brushing his thighs. You melted at his tiny whimpers and growls when you would press too hard or go just low enough to tease him. His paws were in fists next to him, so you took them and placed them on your body.
“Touch me, Freddy…” you breathed. Your smile quickly faded when Freddy pulled you impossibly close, whispering in your ear.
“Just because it is your birthday, does not mean you are excused from using your manners, starshine,” he purred. Another shivers. shook your spine as your back arched, chests touching.
“Please, Freddy, please touch me,” you moaned helplessly. If Freddy didn’t touch you soon, you felt like you would die.
“Good job, starlet,” he grinned, “you asked so nicely, so you will receive…May I take your top off, starshine?” And he asked for consent? You only knew this robot for a couple of hours, and you were already making mental wedding plans. You gave him verbal consent, and your sweatshirt and shirt were on the floor within seconds. Your bare chest against his warm one made goosebumps rise across your skin. Soon enough, your pants were off as well. You were nearly naked in his lap, desperate for some kind of friction. Freddy’s claw hooked on the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it towards him.
“Please!! Take them off, Freddy!!” You shouted in desperation. You were going to go mad if he wasn’t inside you in the next two seconds. He was taking it so slow, making sure you enjoyed every single second. It was your birthday after all, and he was going to make sure it was one of the best birthdays, if not one of the best days, you’ve ever had.
As he pulled your underwear down, you felt strings of arousal stick to them, making you flush with embarrassment. “This substance, this is your own lubrication, right, superstar?” All you could do was nod. Freddy wasn’t even inside of you yet, and you already felt fucked out of your mind. “How useful,” he said under his breath, finally bringing a finger up to your entrance. You threw your head back in relief, crying out now that you were finally being touched. After a bit more circling of your hole, Freddy began to slowly insert his finger inside of you. You bit your lip, but it became futile when a loud moan tore itself from your throat. One of his fingers was roughly 3 of your own, so you instantly felt full.
“Freddyyyyy~” you groaned, leaning forward into his chest. You felt him shudder when you turned your face into the crook of his neck. Smiling to yourself, you placed your lips in a kiss on his neck. The moan that left him was heavensent, and he curled his finger suddenly inside you. Your hips instinctively bucked forward, both of you gasping in shock at the sudden feeling. "It's so hot, mmn, that you can feel me, ah..!"
"Superstar…" Freddy breathed out, tilting his head back. You could see his face as his head rested against the top of the couch. His eyes were half-lidded, jaws parted in a devious smile. You throbbed upon noticing he had fangs. "I am glad you like looking at me as much as I like looking at you," he said.
"Bite me," you mumbled, eyes locked on his sharp teeth. You weren't exactly loud enough for Freddy to hear. His ears twitched; you wondered if they were sensitive.
"I'm sorry?" Freddy asked, tilting his head.
"Bite me…" you repeated, a little louder.
"I am afraid I cannot hear you, starshine. Use your words." His purr sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't hold back.
"Bite me, Freddy!!!" you cried in absolute desperation. The instant you finished your exclamation, Freddy's teeth were on your neck, biting down as harshly as he could without hurting you. Your head flew back in sheer ecstasy as his finger curled inside you again, now pumping in and out. You were too overwhelmed, too much so that you didn't feel yourself falling backwards off of his lap. The second it processed, your stomach dropped and you flew forward, hands grabbing whatever they could.
"Ahhh, superstar!!!~"
His ears. You just grabbed his ears. And they were sensitive.
Once you realized you were still holding on, you began petting them and rubbing them between your fingers. Freddy shortly became incoherent, his moans filling up the room. As you thought about how fucked you would be if the room wasn't soundproof, Freddy's fingering got messier and rougher the more you played with his ears. Your hips were rocking back and forth on his finger, every touch to your sweet spot adding another star to your vision. Your fingers found the red ring in his left ear, and you touched it curiously.
"May I?" you asked.
"M-May you what?" Oh, he was losing his dominant composure quick, and you loved it.
"Tug on it," you replied breathlessly, a particular curl of his digit making you keen.
"Not too hard, please," Freddy replied, and you nodded. You pulled the piercing gently, a low whine from Freddy telling you he felt it. You tugged a little harder, and he groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. You smirked to yourself, tugging it every so often as you continued to ride his finger. You felt yourself getting dangerously close, the knot in your stomach was tight.
"Freddy I'm gonna cum," you warned, another pull of his ring making him let out a high pitched whine. He nodded, whimpering and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The cool metal was such a contrast to your overheated skin. His name repeated from your throat like a mantra, it was the only thing you could say. He was so good at making you call out his name.
"Superstar, I…" he trailed off. You heard him, but couldn't respond due to the pleasure. His other hand was on the small of your back, keeping you propped up on top of him. You felt him press on your back, then a sudden hard pressure on your lower stomach. You looked down and saw Freddy pressing there with his thumb, rubbing circles into your skin. "I-I am seeing that this increases pleasure. You are close, I can tell. Let loose for me, superstar. I will follow."
He'll follow? Can he cum too? You couldn't think straight, your orgasm began to wrack your body in ways you didn't know an orgasm could. Freddy's thumb pressed down harder, and you felt yourself squirt on his finger. Your legs were on fire, your toes were curling, and your chest were touching because of how hard you were arching your back. Your high felt like it lasted forever. You heard Freddy's moans increase in volume, and then a louder buzzing sound, which sounded like a spark.
Freddy had just orgasmed too.
You both sat there, regaining your breath, though him not as much as you. You gave him a smile, a warm, genuine smile, and placed a kiss on his snout.
"Happy birthday, superstar."