Chapter 6 - 2nd Night 4AM - 6AM

4AM
At this point, Mike was pretty sure that the universe was fucking with him. And it used anthropomorphic animal robots to do so. At least the universe was very creative with him. 
Slowly, Mike put on his vest and closed his pants. Luckily, he didn't get a huge stain on his (provided) guard trousers. A part of him wanted to go outside and smoke a cig... the rest wanted to curl up in the shower, turn it up to "BOILING" and have it wash the shame away. 
Sadly, he couldn't indulge either wish. 
Bonnie had promised to get Chika and he had no interest in finding out how they would react to finding out that he had fibbed a bit. God, it would probably include whips, chains and fuzzy cuffs or something. 
And if there was one thing more humiliating than getting raped by an animatronic chicken, it certainly was getting BDSM-raped by one. Though only a bit.

Mike grabbed the tabled and switched to the west hallway cam. 
Bonnie was there, standing perfectly still in the darkness. 
"Not so eager to get Chika?" Mike mused quietly and switched again.

Dining room: Empty

Stage: Frederica, alone. 
"You should be ashamed of your coworkers..." Mike whispered "Such a classy girl, surrounded by such a shameful bunch..." 

East Hall: Empty

Bathroom: Empty

Kitchen: *Klink* *Klonk*
"You glutton..." 

Pirate cove: Mike slid back in his chair. The curtain was half open and parts of a snout, full of very sharp looking teeth, two white eyes and red, torn fur looked out of there. 

"Captn Foxy, I assume..." Mike muttered and looked over the shaggy pirate. "You kicked up quite a ruckus... good that Bonnie has such big ears..." 
He stopped himself. 
That was insane! Bonnie's ears were pieces of metal with foam on them! She couldn't possibly! 
"No! Impossible!" Mike shook his head. The idea alone... 

He switched cameras.
Chika had reached the bathrooms. 

"Ate too fast?" Mike wondered, shaking his head "Am I safe from you today or are you going to knock on my door for dessert?" 

West halls: Empty

"Why do you girls only move when you are being naughty?" he wondered further "All other times, you just stand there..." 

Backstage: Bonnie was standing next to her own mask, backside to the camera. 
Mike found his eyes drawn to the artificial rump that had recently ridden him like a cowgirl. 
"God, this is so messed up...." 

5Am
Mike could almost feel the damage this job was doing to his sanity. While he had messed up twice, the time when he was not in very close contact with the attractions was extremely vexing. It was constant camera shifting, switching off the tablet, then taking care of the lights and then the same all over again.
He had found a good routine, but now he was slowly wondering about a few more things: 
Why? 
What had happened that the animatronics behaved like this? 
Why...?

"Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Blow of '87" 

The Blow of '87... "Uh"s aside, that was the best hint he had.

Mike's took another quick assessment of the animatronics. Then he began to look through the room. 
Any kind of hint or lead!

The balls of paper were useless. 
One was the same job offer, he had found. The one that led him here.
The other was the phone number of another Pizzeria. 
And the last one was sticky and therefore no longer helpful. 

The speakers, the monitors and the drawers did not help either.
They were either not working or empty. 
in case of one screen, both.

Mike did another take on his "co-workers". 
Foxy had moved outside of his cove. The swashbuckler was in severe disrepair. No wonder his cove was constantly "Out of Order". 
"Dueled a shark, Captn?" the guard wondered. "Why do I have the feeling that you have some part in this whole mess?" 

Finally, Mike checked the rest of the room. But besides the weird cupcake with eyes, he found nothing. 
"Wasted..." he muttered and leaned back in his chair. 

Suddenly something caught his eyes:
There were no drawings on the wall portraying Foxy! 

6AM 
The alarm chimed and the power came back on. 
Mike let out a sigh and quickly got up. He put the arms of his shirt around his waist like a belt and tied them up. Looked weird, but would keep any stains, he had overlooked hidden. As the power came back on, he almost sprinted out of the office and towards Pirate's Cove.
Quickly, he pulled a bit of the curtain aside and looked into the stage.
For once, he was lucky:
Behind Foxy, on the wall, was a small drawing in crayon. 
It depicted several children, all with their names above their party-hatted heads. And two more figures: Foxy, standing on the far side and a figure named "Mom" clad in what appeared to be a child's understanding of panties and a bra. Her head firmly burried in the pirate's crotch.
"You mangy seadog..." 

[Story time! Don't worry, there will be more sexyness ahead. But I wanted some chapters to just flesh out Mike and (more importantly) explain a little how this version of the pizzeria works exactly. I think it is important that he is a little more invested than just "I need the money", since honestly: at some point, money won't be able to afford the therapy he is gonna need!
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