Chapter 3 - 2nd Night 0AM - 3AM

0AM
Mike had considered not coming. Just staying at home and trying to forget anything happened at all. Forget this job and look for something... anything else.
If being raped by an animatronic chicken was not a subtle clue of fate, that you were doing something wrong, what was? 
But then he had done this horrible march to the letterbox and in came the bills and rejections from other jobs. Blasted economy. 
And so, Mike Schmidt had ended up yet again in his little office, tablet in hand and frightened out of his mind. 
Now the lights were off, the cameras on and his soda empty. With a deep sigh, the grabbed the tablet and prepared for his next night. 

"Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this then you made it to day two, uh, congrats!" "And if I didn't hear it, Chika would have sucked my dick off and left me to bleed out!" Mike grumbled. "Uh, I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Frederica and her friends tend to become more active as the week progresses." MORE ACTIVE? Yesterday was active enough! "Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place, you know." Mike shuddered and opened the program. He began zapping through the cameras. A sigh followed. All three were still on the stage.
"Uh... Interestingly enough, Frederica herself doesn't come off stage very often." She was the classy one after all. "I heard she becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right?" Mike grumbled. So that was why they left some lights on at night and spent his precious energy. "I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside your doors. So if-if you can’t find something- or someone -on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react..." Mike felt a blood vessel in his brain burst. "AND YOU TELL ME THAT NOW? CHIKA HAD HER BOOBS AGAINST THE WINDOW YESTERDAY AND I COULDN'T SEE HER!" "Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that." Of course not, no implication needed. Mike was screwed. "Uh, also, uh, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time." Great... there was another one! "I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon!"

"If I ever meet that guy, I will stuff him into the fucking drawer. He'll wish, he was in one of the suits!" Mike swore and jumped through the cameras again. 
Dining hall: Clear
West hall: Clear
Pirate Cove: Closed
Stage: Frederica was alone.
Mike swallowed. They did get more active...
Backstage: There she was! Bonnie's silhouette was standing in the twilight. 
"You stay there, Bonnie, me gal!" Mike whispered to himself and switched again. 

East hall: Empty
Bathrooms: Empty 
"Hungry again, Chika?" Mike asked and switched to the kitchen.
-Audio only- 

But only the humming of the fan kept him company. 

1AM 
Mike ground his teeth and kicked against the table. His chair shot backwards and he held out his hand, pressing the "Light" button. 
Chika awaited him in the darkness, her beak open and eyes wide. Mike hit the door button and the massive steel came down. 
He took a few deep breaths. He was safe for the moment. God knows how she had reached him so fast, but she couldn't come in now. 
"At least she was dressed this time..." he muttered to himself and shook his head. Was that better or worse? 

After a few heartbeats, he hit the lights again and only caught a glimpse of a yellow tail, slowly waggling deeper into the darkness. 
"She has a little tailhole in her dress..." Mike muttered and opened the door again. That was almost cute. 
Soon he found her at the end of the corridor, moving slowly away, her backside wobbling from side to side. 
"Why do I only see you gals move when you show off?" he wondered aloud and zapped to the backstage. Bonnie had left. 
Mike zapped on. 

Dining room: empty

West halls: Both empty.

He closed the door. Just to be safe, and pushed the light button. 
"Seems clear..." he muttered and opened the door again. And pushed the light button. 

No bunny waiting in the dark. 

"And I thought *Watership Down* was about messed up Rabbits." Mike quipped and returned to his tablet to look for Bonnie. 

Backstage: No

Dining: NO

West hall far: no

West hall close: Bonnie! Standing in the hallway, just outside the reach of the lightbulb, Mike used. 

"And if I switch it on now, she will see me and come." Mike thought and began to breath faster. Then again, they didn't  really seem to react to flickering lights. "Keep calm and wait. you can hear her move!" 

Mike waited for sounds. Scraping, movement, anything. But the fan seemed to swallow all noises, for he heard nothing. 
Slowly did he raise the tablet and opened the Hallway camera. 

Bonnie stood below the camera, half her face hidden by shadows. All Mike could see well was her shoulders, her bowtie, her cleavage and... 
"Did you open your shirt, you..." Mike whispered into the tablet. Bonnie had indeed opened the upper buttons below the first, keeping her necktie in place but giving Mike a good view of her ample bosom. She was the second biggest of the group, even though she was clearly thinner than Chika and maybe even Frederica. Mike watched entranced as her hands suddenly began to move up and straightened her bowtie before they went down and pushed her breasts together, deepening the vale of her huge bunny boobies. 

"Stop getting off to robots!" Mike told himself loudly and switched to the kitchen, where he could hear Chika, klinking pots. 
Then he covered his mouth. 
Had he been too loud?
Had Bonnie heard him and... 

Wait a moment!
"Those are 20 year old animatronics!" Mike whispered coarsely "Even if you give them new processors and shit, there is no way that they can understand language and react to it. Not even an fucking smartphone can do that!" 
But Chika HAD reacted to him. She had talked not just TO but WITH him. 

IT'S ME ! 

.

.

LOVE ME! 

. 

Mike shook his head. Again! What was going on? What was wrong with this place? 

2AM 
Mike let out a sigh of relief. After he had looked for Chika, finding her on the far end of the east hall, he was thrilled to see that Bonnie had left for the far end of the west hallway. 
Even though there was only air and darkness between him and the two ladies, he felt relieved that eh could actually SEE them. Both just stood around, seemingly waiting for something. 

"Maybe it's just Chika?" Mike pondered quietly. "Bonnie is still fully dressed and maybe thatt blouse thing is just a joke from the other employees? Or maybe they have... I don't know... changed out her tits." 
Suddenly Mike imagined a huge area behind the backstage room, where whole rows of breastplates were stored. Sorted by size, firmness and 8due to the parents) outworneness.  "At least I still have my humor..." he whispered  and flicked back to the east corridor.

His heart beat a bit faster as he saw that Chika had moved closer and was now standing n the east hall corner, looking up at the camera. 

"What is it, you slutty bird? Still dressed? I see you! You are not getting in!" Mike whispered and slowly pushed his chair towards the right buttons. "You had your fill yesterday! Leave me alone!" 

Chika simply stared. 

Suddenly, her beak twitched and her tongue lolled out. Mike shivered in traumatic memory, as the piece of plastic snaked back in. 
The "LET'S EAT!!!" on her nappy seemed to mock him personally. And he felt both hot humiliation and a slight sense of arousal stir inside. 
That fucking bird and her fucking awesome beak!
Mike's hand began to shake... the best fucking blowjob of his life and he had gotten it from an animatronic chicken with a nappy. 

The chicken suddenly turned away from the camera, back towards the hallway. Her short, yellow tail bounced left and right as she shook her ample behind and slowly walked back into the darkness. 

Mike resisted the impulse to switch cameras to the far end hallway cam and watch the bird's ass bounce down the  path. A sense of patheticness filled him over the fact that he had to fight said impulse at all. He sighed and was about to change the chanel, when something else caught his eye: The rules! The rules about safety in the pizza parlor! They were gone! 
Instead, there was a newspaper article now! 

Freaks vanish at local pizzeria - bodies not found
Two local adults reportedly snuck into the back room during late hours of operations at Frederica Fazbear's pizza  on the night of June 26th. Surveillance shows them, wearing full body costumes of animals and touching the animatronic band that has become the trademark of the establishment. Strangely enough, the couple has completely vanished, leaving only their costumes behind, which were taken as evidence. 
The police now investigates the security guard and reviews further surveillance data. Until then, the couple is considered missing. 

"Huh?" Mike uttered silently. "Where did that come from? It sure as hell wasn't here before... why was that there? And what... wait! 

Mike's fingers began to tremble again and his breath became shorter. He wanted to scream, but he knew it was pointless. Slowly, he lowered the tablet and looked up. 
Bonnie was standing in front of him, fluttering her eyelashes. 

"Oh crap!" 