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Rabbit Restoration Project: |9|

After Springtrap left you alone, you had been hoping that dealing with the drawers wouldn't take that all that long--at best, just a single hour.

Unfortunately, that was far from the truth.

Going through your home, you made the discovery that, except for a few select rooms--such as The Restoration Room, and its connected bedroom--the rabbit had made a mess everywhere.

Doors were all swung open--which already gave you the biggest hint as to what happened, before you even checked--you'd always kept the rooms closed up when they weren't in use.

It had still been around two when shoving your neighbor out, and when you had given Springtrap the little deal. I should make sure with him...

Now, though?

After speedwalking through the house, checking through every room--cleaning up the contents all over the floor, and hastily attempting to stuff each of the collapsed drawers back into their original locations...

...Before returning to The Restoration Room, trying to see if there was anything that you missed in there, before attempting to fix the doors hinges, and debating on simply sticking something over the hole...

Maybe if I got two mirrors, and placed them over the issue, I'd just forget about it at some point. Your first thought had been. You didn't hate it.

...Collapsing onto the couch after having additionally making something to eat, you sluggishly pulled your phone out and just dropped it onto the cushion.

A finger tapped against it, and the screen came to life--a little too bright for your liking in the moment--but you didn't feel like trying to adjust it.

Up on the right corner of it, it revealed that there was 45% of battery life left--but that's not what you cared about. What you did care about were the larger numbers on the screen, instead.

8:47PM. You groaned, raising up momentarily, onto plop onto the couch again--this time, just on your back. I really spent that long...?

A hand raised and was placed firmly in the middle of your face. I haven't even managed to do all that much today... Rather than your face remaining neutral, it began to frown.

That morning, without having been able to sleep at all, you'd busied yourself with editing a newer video of yours--something considerably easier than the rabbit that you had restored.

After all, when you'd come across that item, and brought it home... it didn't exactly grow legs and walk away and then make a horrible mess of your home. The object certainly had manners.

Morning drives had always been a decent enough occurrence--but they usually happened so early in the day, that almost nothing ever seemed to happen.

Everyone was still so sleepy--and there had only been a handful of times where you'd see or hear much of anything--others driving, or going out for a walk--with or without an animal.

And while there were certainly moments where you had managed to see something on the sidewalk, it had never been anything so major--usually just trash.

You doubted that old animatronics were left out near the street often--if they were, and they were just like Springtrap, well...

Wait. Your eyes grew wide, and as quickly as possible--accidentally causing yourself to feel dizzy in the process--you got up from the couch. Springtrap. He's been alone for a few hours.

When going through and trying to fix everything, you hadn't really seen the rabbit all that much--except for a few brief glimpses here and there. He didn't seem to be doing much...

That had been hours ago, though. Whatever he's doing now, I don't hear anything. You snatched up your phone--which had gone down to 39%. Maybe he doesn't want me to hear anything. Or maybe he's just...

Feet moving forwards, you rubbed at your forehead. I don't know... I just hope he isn't making everything go back to square one. I don't want to stay up until five in the morning.

You doubted that fixing everything he'd messed up would have taken that long earlier--when going through everything--if you hadn't kept stopping for frequent, decently sized breaks.

There had been enough moments where you considered stopping for the day, and just going to lay down--way too many times to count on either hand... but you wanted to get it all done.

It also didn't help that you couldn't help but find yourself getting distracted with some of the drawers items. Some of which were things that you had nearly forgotten about completely.

The ones that you had thought were the most interesting, you'd dropped them off into your room--figuring that would be the best place for them, without forgetting again.

You yawned.

The arm... wait. It's still back there. A huff. I did want to move it... maybe I could go and bring it to him to keep him calm enough.

Focusing your walk on returning to The Restoration Room, you silently debated on where you would find the rabbit after. What if he went out into the back or front yard? What would someone say?

Although, as the room came into view, it's entry wide open, it looks like you didn't have to stress about where else the rabbit could be within your home.

Standing beside the desk, with a grip on the arm, but not exactly holding it--it seemed more like he was finally keeping it from falling--was Springtrap.

He seemed to be staring at all of the equipment in the room. Did he not see any of it when I brought him in earlier? Your pace quickened, and his ears twitched.

Just a second later, his head lifted, meeting your gaze--but not for very long, as your eyes fell to the floor. Why is he staring like that...

"You've finished." Springtrap stated.

"Yep..." Murmuring, you stepped foot into The Recreation Room, lifting your eyes up--staring at him--but not into his eyes again. It's not like he can turn someone to stone...

You cleared your throat. It wasn't the first thing that you wanted to ask, really--but so much was continuing to repeatedly kick the door down. "Hey. About when you broke open the door... what was-"

Not allowing the question to be finished, Springtrap interrupted you for yet another time that day. "Move."

"What?" You blinked, frowning. Although, your legs--as if they couldn't resist the word--were beginning to slowly move backwards.

He grunted and held out his hand. It was a gesture from the rabbit that you assumed had to mean stop. And a second or two later, your legs listened.

"Move along." While he almost seemed to sound to be on edge, there was a tiny sliver left to suggest that he was still enjoying your reactions. "If you plan on questioning me..."

He doesn't want to talk about it. Why? You yawned again. I don't want to risk anything happening...

"Um..." It took a few moments for another thought--another question--to make itself far better known, pushing the previous one out of the way. You hummed.

"Why were you just on the sidewalk earlier?" You pressed yourself against the wall, taking a moment to relax against the rather cold surface. "I'm... guessing you came from someplace else."

"Fazbear's Fright." Springtrap answered much more easily, his eyes seeming to briefly roll at the name. "A horrid excuse for a 'haunted house'."

"Fazbear's... Fright?" You repeated slowly, confusion seeping through your voice--enough to certainly be noticed by the old rabbit.

"Mm."

"Was that really far from here? You must have walked pretty far." No wonder he was just collapsed, then. Even if these things aren't supposed to get exhausted...

"No." The rabbit rasped. "It was here. I don't believe it was far."

"In this town??" You stopped leaning against the wall.

"Of course." Springtrap spat. "Where else would I be talking about? It was built here. I've been here." He took a few steps forward.

"Okay, okay, I get it!" You waved your hands a little frantically, and the rabbit stopped advancing, a scoff escaping from him.

"I just... I guess I wasn't paying all that much attention to recent things."

"Obviously."

"So..." You shifted around on one side.

"It burned down." Springtrap added. He didn't sound upset any longer--but he did sound rather exhausted. "I escaped as it did. It damaged my arm well enough, however."

"Is... that why it came off so suddenly when I hit you earlier?" You slowly asked.

"Partially, I suppose." Springtrap wheezed.

Nearly a minute went by, and neither of you were saying anything--allowing the silence to begin stretching a rather decent amount--straining at the same time.

It was as if the both of you were waiting for the other to say something. Although, you had noticed how... difficult it sounded when the rabbit spoke. Maybe he doesn't feel like it any longer...

You sighed. "What... What exactly is "Fazbear's" supposed to mean? What's it supposed to be?"

The rabbit's eyes seemed to widen farther than they should be capable of. "You have never heard of it? Of Freddy's?" He sounded displeased.

Even though Springtrap didn't necessarily sound angry, you still found yourself raising your hands up defensively. "Sorry... no. But I'm... I'm guessing it had something to do with animatronics...?"

Springtrap stared.

"...You know, if this haunted house had the name, and... brought you into its walls." You awkwardly added.

He kept staring, still looking rather displeased about something.

"Actually, I have another question." You held in the new yawn that was trying to squirm out. "They... they did have to go and bring you to this haunted house, right? You weren't just... already there?"

A nod.

"So, where were you originally when they-"

You huffed as Springtrap, for an amount that you weren't keeping track, interrupted you yet again. "My turn." He moved away from the desk.

"But I..." You trailed off as you spotted the look in the rabbit's eyes that he was giving you--it made you feel a bit chilly. He doesn't want to talk about that either... what happened?

"No more questions like that." He lowly hissed, before gesturing towards the desk in the room, among all of the other items.

When Springtrap spoke again--just a few seconds later--he sounded more relaxed. "What exactly is all of this? Earlier today, you mentioned fixing me."

You smiled, and cautiously moved a little closer, ignoring the two yawns that escaped from your lips. Springtrap simply stared, ears twitching.

"Well... I could show you?" You offered. "I could go ahead and start working on you." I should have already been doing it that this morning.

An instant later, you were in Springtrap's grasp.

His hand had shot forwards--dipping--and found its place beneath your chin. Once it was there, the rabbit pulled you closer, and you let out a tiny grunt from how quickly it had been done.

Springtrap's eyes remained almost completely still--only briefly gliding down or up--but the movement was so small, you thought you were imagining it.

But what you weren't imagining was what the rabbit seemed to be doing. He's examining me?

There was a hum from the rabbit--seemingly satisfied with his examination, perhaps--or just to let you know that he was finished. A moment later, his hand dropped.

"Go to sleep. You're exhausted." He stated, putting a little more effort into his voice to actually get the words out. Springtrap began moving past you.

You twisted around to watch him go, sighing.

"I don't need the state of this to worsen, just because you're about to start counting sheep."

His shoulder bumped into yours again as the rabbit fully passed through the room's entryway, whispering something else--but it was far too quiet for you to actually hear.

Although you didn't leave the room yourself yet, you stood in the entryway a few seconds after Springtrap made his exit, and watched him carefully.

Fortunately, he didn't disappear around a corner, and start doing whatever he pleased--like opening the drawers all over again.

Instead, you watched as the rabbit made his way over to one of the windows, awkwardly fiddled with the blinds, before staring up at the darkened sky--the full moon making itself known.

It was pretty, at the very least.

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strangererotica · 5 months ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Springtrap x Reader | Summary: Your uncle has asked you to keep watch over his new investment, Fazbear Frights, and the vintage artifacts his attraction contains. When you begrudgingly accept his offer, things take a turn for the weirder. An encounter in your dreams with a yellow rabbit changes you…for better, or worse?

Heads up: This fic is not for everybody, and that’s okay! It’s a fucked-up fever dream and if the summary intrigues you, come along for the ride. If not, that’s okay too. Things get heavy here. There’s monsterfucking, dream sex, vaginal penetration, some choking, fear, lust, disgust, basically a whole grab bag of fuckery, so if that’s your thing, read on, dear deviant 🫵♥️ PS the end is kind of fire, I love a good twist!!!

To be honest, you thought the idea of opening a theme park ‘attraction,’ based on the mysterious disappearances of children was fucked up. But your uncle was convinced there was a market for such a sick endeavor, that an audience existed whose search for thrills and chills would have them willing to shed money for a chance at experiencing horrific local nostalgia.

Because really, who wouldn’t want to relive the tragedy of multiple kids going missing? You were being sarcastic, of course. But part of that sarcasm stemmed from genuine bewilderment. What was your uncle thinking when he formed the concept of Fazbear Frights? He’d always been into horror as a genre, but as far as you’d understood, his interest was confined to books and film, not true crime. And if the subject matter of the Freddy’s story had involved the tragic disappearance of local adults, maybe Fazbear Frights wouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. But kids had gone missing, lives had been upended, and your uncle was about to make a profit off of their heartache.

The worst part of all? You’d accepted his offer to work there. The cost of life after college was kicking your ass; you could barely afford your rent as it was, working two part-time jobs. Money was more than tight; you needed extra cash wherever you could find it. And besides, the Fazbear Frights gig would only last a couple of weeks, just until the attraction opened. Your uncle’s job offer had been to monitor the security of the place overnight, with generous pay promised. You couldn’t understand why he’d be willing to pay someone to guard a bunch of creepy old relics from an abandoned pizza parlor, or why additional security was necessary when the theme park itself already had an overnight guard? Your uncle maintained that additional security was needed, and that he only trusted family with the responsibility of protecting such an important investment as his precious, twisted attraction…

Entering Fazbear Frights, your first impression is that it’s really fucking ugly. Granted, it’s supposed to look old fashioned, and maybe the building’s creepiness is simply proof of good set design. However, a sense of unease lingers in your stomach, and you’re almost positive it’s caused by something beyond the decor. The attraction is fully furnished, but won’t open for a couple more weeks while the finishing touches on lighting and sound are tweaked. Those changes are made during the day, when at least a little sunlight can be seen filtering in through the windows, reminding you there’s life outside. For your part, working the night shift, the dark building makes you feel secluded and more than a little creeped out.

You have a flashlight, and mostly functional electricity running through the building. But there’s still much to be desired in the way of making the attraction feel…not haunted. And it occurs to you that that’s the word which describes how you’re feeling: haunted. The hairs on your skin are standing at attention, a cold sweat clinging to the back of your neck, but why? Obviously the setting is creepy, but it’s meant to be. You’re usually comfortable around spooky decor. It’s not as if you’re a scared kid wandering the halls of a haunted house alone…but that’s how you this place makes you feel…

It’s getting late. An outdated digital clock (probably a relic from the late eighties itself) on the desk in front of you reads 3 AM. You shiver as yet another cold breeze whispers past your shoulders. You look around, studying the vintage posters on the wall, wondering how much money your uncle threw away in order to call these scraps his own. The figures staring back at you look menacing, despite their wide smiles. They’re called animatronics, you remember. That’s how your uncle had referred to them. You also recall his mentioning one animatronic in particular, a Freddy’s original he’d managed to get his hands on and would be bringing to Fazbear Frights. You haven’t seen it yet, and to be totally honest, you’re not sure you want to. If the animatronic your uncle purchased looks anything like the ones in the posters you’re staring at, you’d prefer to never encounter such a creature…

Re-entering the theme park feels like walking through the gates of Hell. You’d rather be anywhere else than here. Another night of spending six hours alone in the gloomy replica of a literal crime scene has your stomach twisting. And you didn’t sleep well, either. Your dreams had been too vivid to allow you rest. You’d dreamed of a monster, or something that could certainly be called one…a massive, towering figure with patchy, mustard-yellow fur clinging to its skeletal frame. It resembled a rabbit, or had, at some point long ago. While still maintaining the general shape of a rabbit, its appearance had decayed, warping its cuddly features into something ugly. Its eyes were cold gray orbs that rested deep in its oversized, vacant skull, tendons and ligaments intertwined with wires that wrapped its skeleton, which you later realized, was comprised of metal rather than bone.

Your senses had been particularly keen in the dream. The rabbit’s scent was stale, yet comfortingly nostalgic. It reminded you of an old quilt your grandmother had once given you from the bottom of her dresser drawer, which smelled of love and other ancient, homemade things. She’d wrapped you up inside it, with kisses and promises that the chilly winter night wouldn’t be as cold now, that the quilt had been waiting there in the dresser for years, waiting for someone who needed it…

The rabbit’s fur was coarse, your skin a soft contrast when you wrapped your arms around its waist. It felt like the outdoor carpet that had lined your parents’ back porch, which your feet and rain had pelted countless Summer nights. The rabbit’s fur was cool to the touch, moist with something bittersweet, a musky blend of old books with yellowed pages, their corners turned down and words lined in pencil…

And against your lips, that was also his taste, his tongue the flavor of nostalgia, his large, unbearably strong hands crushing your body against his like he intended to make love to and ruin you all at once. Whether or not he consisted of machine or animal, he was more human than anything else, fully formed with the parts needed to bring you to a state of rapture. He held you suspended, your legs around his waist, fucking up into you with more vigor than his decayed appearance would suggest him capable of. You clutched his back, and then his ears, locking your fingers around them and bracing for impact as each of his mechanical, brutal thrusts punched inside you with a machine’s precision…

You’d woke up in a state of climax, your body drenched with sweat. The sheet beneath you had been ripped from the mattress, balled into tight fists. Your chest heaved, your bare breasts glistening with perspiration. Your cunt was pulsing, fluttering with the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. Arousal dripped down your quivering thighs, onto the mattress which was soaking wet beneath you.

A shower and breakfast had done little to calm the questions racing through your mind. What the hell was that? Your dreams were rarely as vivid, as visceral, as the one about the rabbit. And as for the sex…it had been the best sex you’d had in a dream, ever. And it had been with what must surely have been a monster…

You hope your six hours at Fazbear Frights will go quickly tonight, partially because you’re still a little unsteady and aroused from your dream this morning. Additionally, you’re looking forward to sleep, because maybe the rabbit will be waiting for you when you close your eyes, again?

Unexpectedly, your uncle meets you at the staff entrance of Fazbear Frights. He seems excited about something, and you’re grateful for a distraction from your thoughts of the rabbit. “Hey kid,” your uncle greets you with a friendly wave. “How’d it go last night?”

“Alright,” you reply. “It’s a little creepy in there, but that’s the point, isn’t it?”

You don’t miss the subtle gleam in your uncle’s eyes, revealing how pleased he is that his attraction is having its desired effect. “That’s right,” he says cheerfully. “Gotta give the people what they want. And what they want-.” He turns his key in the lock and pulls the door open for the two of you. “-Is the authentic Freddy Fazbear experience. Which is why I’m here tonight.” He lets you step past him into the building, and locks the door behind you both. “-To show you the part of my collection that’ll really have people talking. We just brought him in today-you’ve got to see him…”

You grimace visibly. “It’s the fucking animatronic, isn’t it?” you groan, and your uncle rolls his eyes.

“Yes it is, sourpuss,” he teases. “And trust me when I tell you, it’s gonna make this place really feel like Freddy’s, like you’re stepping inside a time capsule or something.”

Your uncle led you down a hallway to one of the doors marked STAFF ONLY . “He’s showing his years of course,” your uncle continued, searching his ring for a different key. “I mean, this animatronic sat abandoned for thirty years; of course he’s gonna look a little rough around the edges.”

Your uncle finds the appropriate key and jiggles it inside the lock. “But just knowing that we, Fazbear Frights, have our hands on the one and only Spring Bonnie-.” He sighs proudly. “-It reminds me how much all of this was worth it, y’know? Now that he’s here, back in his element. Where he belongs.”

Your eyebrow lifts in curiosity; you resist the urge to laugh in your uncle’s face. “You do realize you sound just a little bit crazy, right?” you question him. “Talking about this thing like it’s a real person or something. Don’t tell me-.” You lean in, whispering. “-You talk to it sometimes, don’t you?”

Your uncle pauses before whispering back, “yeah, but, the only time I really feel crazy is when he responds…”

You giggle at that, watching while your uncle pulls the door open wide. “Here he is, (Y/N),” your uncle declares, beaming in the doorway. “The yellow rabbit himself. Spring Bonnie in the flesh-err, I mean, fur…”

For a moment, you assume you must be dreaming. Because you find yourself looking at the exact same rabbit from your dream this morning. He looks different, sat on the floor, leaning against the far wall; but it’s unmistakably him. Your uncle watches your expression, slightly confused. “Is he really that scary?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You take a step forward, curiosity overriding your apprehension. The rabbit is large, just as large as he was in your dream. Even seated on the floor, you can tell his height is substantial. Tentatively, you reach for the rabbit’s face, stroking his musty-scented fur tenderly.

“D-be careful!” your uncle frets behind you, adding, “that thing was very expensive-be gentle with him-,” but his concerns aren’t necessary. You know this rabbit…intimately well. And once you’re alone with him again, you’ll make sure to take excellent care not to damage him in your…exertion…

“What did you say his name was?” you ask, gazing into the rabbit’s steely eyes. Your uncle clears his throat, obviously perplexed by the care you seem to feel for a decaying animatronic you had no interest in seeing only moments ago. “Uh, Bonnie,” he replies. “Spring Bonnie.”

“Bonnie,” you repeat, allowing the word to sink over your tongue. “That means beautiful, doesn’t it?”

Your uncle nods, still confused, and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s just about midnight,” he says. “Time for me to head out. Come walk me to the door, will ya?” He pretends to shiver. “This place gives even me the creeps at night, to be totally honest.”

You choose to leave the rabbit (for now). “I’ll be back,” you whisper against his ear, quietly enough that your uncle doesn’t hear. He’s waiting for you in the doorway, a warm smile on his face, your fascination with the yellow rabbit a fleeting curiosity to him, and nothing more. Once you’re sure your uncle is gone, you exhale a sigh of relief. Locking the door behind you feels like sealing the world away completely; and in contrast to yesterday, that kind of isolation is now exactly what you want. Your heart thuds against your chest like a horse’s hooves, skipping beats as you turn for the hall.

You’ve bunched your skirt around your waist, your shoes clicking loudly in the empty hall. Heavy rain pelts the tin roof as you round the corner that leads to him. In the doorway, a tall, familiar figure stands. His gray eyes flash cold as steel, locking you in place at the opposite end of the hallway.

Thunder growls outside. The building’s electricity spits in and out, crackling around you like fireflies caught in a jar. Your heart’s in your throat, lips spreading into a wide smile. The hall goes dark, lit only by the steely gaze of the yellow rabbit...

…until suddenly, even his eyes disappear, and you’re left engulfed by an all-consuming darkness.

Lightning flashes, illuminating the hand reaching for you. Robotic, aluminum fingers draped with rotting yellow fur close around your throat, silencing the scream beneath them. The rabbit lifts you by the throat till you’re completely suspended, feet dangling limp and useless beneath you. His sour breath reeks of rotten meat and dried blood, the kind of smell that instinctively alerts you to danger. Your eyes roll back, surrender sinking over you as you accept your fate.

But as quickly as he seized you, the rabbit yields. You feel the cold, filthy tile meet your cheek as you land against it. Through gauzy vision, you make out the metallic feet of the rabbit standing before you, his endoskeleton clearly visible. He takes hold of your hair, and tugs you upright, holding you in place as your trembling legs cannot sustain you. His eyes bore deeply into yours, chortled breath leaving his mechanical chest in a slow, grotesque pant. When he speaks, your whole body shivers.

“You…” the rabbit murmurs, his wide jaw cracking, fleshy tendons stretching. The curdled timbre of his voice betrays the smile on his lips; the rabbit is glad to see you.

“How…long…” he snarls. “…has it been…?” He drags a thick, soiled finger across your cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender. “…Since anyone desired me…?”

Your chest is heaving, conflicting emotions of every kind overwhelming you. A sick cocktail of fear and arousal throbs in your belly, keeping time with your pounding heart.

“P-please,” you stutter, tears bleeding down your cheeks. “Don’t h-hurt me…”

The rabbit tilts his head to the side, thinking. His hooded eyes wash over you, this tiny little creature in his hands, pleading mercy from him.

“Mmm,” the rabbit hums, his skeletal chest vibrating like a lion’s purr. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?”

You gasp as his touch glides from your face to your chest, his big paw closing over your breasts. He groans at the feeling of your heartbeat thundering against his palm. “I’d forgotten,” he says. “How a woman’s pulse feels…the proof of her life, beating in the palm of my hand…”

With his other paw, the rabbit clutches the back of your head and draws you closer. The stench of rot, of horror and decay, cannot repulse you anymore…not when his tongue has breached the barrier of your lips, the thick, sinewy muscle undulating against your tongue in a wet bed of perversion. His bulky fingers lodge between your thighs. Immediately, you begin to grind against the textured fur, wetting his mechanical digits with your arousal.

Seized by a sudden courage, you lift your hips in a way that has you poised atop one of the rabbit’s fingertips, his damp appendage resting against your entrance. He obliges your silent request, allowing you to sink over his thick finger, taking him as far as you can.

The thunder inside you eclipses the storm outside. You moan filthy, disgusting praises as he pleasures you, all sense of fear long-abandoned in exchange for the fulfillment of your most hedonistic desires. His fat, coarse digit strokes you like it was made for you to ride, reaching places inside you no part of any man ever has. You’re going dumb on top of him, so dumb you don’t even notice when the rabbit gently eases you onto the ground.

He’s under you now, his back pressed against the wall, his paw of a hand still clutching your cunt, letting you use his fingers to get yourself off. A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbles up from his bony chest. “Just look at you,” he murmurs, his steely eyes heavy with lust. “Bouncing on my lap like a slutty little rabbit, aren’t you?”

His lewd words and husky tone send you over the edge. Your body convulses on top of him, the muscles at your core clenching around the rabbit’s touch, sucking his fat appendage rhythmically as you ride out your high…

“Fucking Christ!” A man’s voice bleats through the hallway like a frightened animal. You whip your head to see him, blinded instantly by the beam of his flashlight. He’s wearing a shirt that identifies him as the theme park’s security, and as your eyes follow up to his face, you’re met with the wide-eyed gaze of unfiltered horror staring back at you. His flashlight shakes wildly in his hand, catching the rabbit’s skeletal leg in its beam. Confusion sets over you…followed by shame. Because the rabbit is now as he was when you arrived there tonight…sat against a wall, unmoving and limp, no more than a broken machine overcome by decay. But unlike earlier, you’re now sat straddling the broken machine, your cum dripping down its tattered fur…your hands locked around one of the animatronic’s arms, lodging his hand between your thighs…one of his fingers buried deep inside your cunt…

The guard clears his throat; you force yourself to meet his eyes. “Th-there was a c-.” He clears his throat again, blinking to focus. “-County-wide power outage, miss…I knew you were um, keepin’ watch over the place for your uncle, and uh-.” He swallows, forcing his eyes from dropping to the place where your body and the animatronic are joined. “-I th-thought you might be spooked in here, alone-.” He glances at the rabbit, then back to you. “-in the dark…”

Frustrated tears burn at the corners of your eyes, your cheeks hot with humiliation. Carefully, you ease the rabbit’s finger out of your cunt, wincing as the metal scratches your skin. Somehow, it didn’t hurt before. You smooth your skirt down, concealing your nakedness but none of your shame.

Standing in the beam of the guard’s flashlight, you summon every bit of the (minimal) pride you have left to tell him, “thank you. That was very kind of you, to come check on me.”

He licks his lips nervously, eyes darting between you and the animatronic propped against the wall. His flashlight illuminates the perverse scene, revealing your cum still glistening on the rabbit’s fur. The fear in the guard’s expression has softened to a pitying disgust.

“I think it’s time for you to go home, miss,” he says. You wipe a tear from your cheek, glancing back at the animatronic one last time, before leaving Fazbear Frights (and your rabbit) behind, forever…

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