Chapter 1 - Night 1

Pulling up to the building, Hannah double-checked to see if she had the right place.

If she was going to get this money, she wouldn't be taking any chances. So after checking and finding that, yes, she was at the right place, a nervous sigh leaves her lips as she gets out of her car.

Fredrika Fazbear Pizzeria. She had heard of the place offhandedly, but after seeing an ad in the local newspaper detailing how they were looking for a new security guard for the night shift, she couldn't pass it up. Not when she was a couple of months behind rent.

Although, that didn't stop her from feeling concerned when she managed to snag the position so fast.

Stepping up to the double glass doors, Hannah tried to open them, only to find that they were locked.

"Son of a...." Hannah trails off as she rears back a hand and begins to knock. 

"Hello? I'm here for.... I'm here for the job?" Hannah calls out, her voice filling the empty parking lot, say for her car and a car belonging to someone else, which told her that there had to be somebody there.

Peering inside through the glass doors, Hannah looked around, only to find that the place was completely empty.

"Oh, forget it. Can't blame me for leaving if nobody lets me inside." Hannah mutters to herself as she turns to leave, only to suddenly hear the door open behind her.

"You here for the job?" An assertive female voice asks, causing Hannah to turn around and see what looks like a security guard who worked for the place.

She seemed older, 1 or 2 decades, as a matter of fact, older compared to the 20-something brunette that was Hannah. But the look in her eyes made it seem like she was a whole lot older. She was also wearing some sort of purple nightguard outfit, something fit and showed her position within the place while still maintaining that child-like charm Fredrika's was meant to have.

"Uh.... Yeah?" Hannah responds, not sure of what else to say.

"Alright, then. I'll show you where you can change." The woman says before stepping to the side to let Hannah in.

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"Hey, so I was wondering why we're given multiple uniforms?" Hannah says, walking out of the changing room. Looking down at herself, she had to admit, she looked pretty cute, all things considered. Although, it did feel pretty tight in a few places.

"You're dressed. Good. I'll show you to the office." The female security guard says, completely ignoring Hannah's question before walking back through the building, with Hannah just being barely able to keep up with her.

"W-Wait! Aren't you going to give me a tour or something?" Hannah asks as she follows the woman through the building. 

"Not paid to give you a tour. Just here to make sure you know where to go." The woman says before finally leading Hannah into an office.

Getting a layout of the room around her, Hannah saw a desk in front of her, with large metal doors on either side of the room. On top of the desk was what looked like a monitoring system.

"So, what am I supposed to do- Hey!" Before Hannah can finish her question, she turns and sees the woman leaving, quickly calling out to her as a result.

"There's a message on the phone for you from the other girl who worked here last week!" The woman says, still walking away as Hannah is left dumbfounded.

Now completely alone in a dark pizzeria in the middle of the night, Hannah turns to the desk and walks over to it. 

Sitting down, Hannah quickly retracts her butt away from the seat as she suddenly feels that it's wet. "Ah, you got to be kidding me." Hannah groans as she reaches over and grabs a cleaning wipe from a container on the desk before cleaning her seat and finally sitting down. 

Well, she was here. Seems all she had to do was just wait around until she could leave.

Looking up at the wall in front of her, Hannah saw a poster containing the titular main three characters. Despite being meant for kids, they were all pretty curvy. 

To the right was Chica, the yellow chicken animatronic, who had a curvy plastic body. With a particularly thick rump and bust, with said bust being covered by a bib. In her hand, she also seemed to have a small cupcake animatronic.

To the left was Bonnie, the purple bunny animatronic. But unlike Chica's fairly plump plastic frame, Bonnie's frame looked more toned than anything else. With a small red bowtie being tied across her neck.

And in the middle was the main lady herself, Fredrika Fazbear. Standing tall and proud between the two other animatronics. With her body being the most voluptuous yet also toned out of the three of them. And also having a black bow tie tied around her neck like Bonnie's and a small black top hat that sits on the top of her head.

Looking back down at the desk, Hannah sighs as she turns toward the phone. "She said there would be a message for me, right?" Hannah says before lifting a hand and pressing the messages button on the phone.

"You have, 1, new message."

"H-Hello? Hello?" A female voice calls through the phone. "Hey there! I'm sure you have a lot of questions at this point." 

"To say the least." Hannah mutters under her breath.

"So, I just wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." The phone girl goes on. With Hannah rolling her eyes as she reaches out and plucks the tablet off from the table before trying to figure out how to turn it on.

"It's nothing all that serious, just to help you get through the ins and outs of what you'll be doing over the course of your tenure working with us. You see, despite all the legal mumbo jumbo stuff we'll go over in a second, your job is just to watch the animatronics for the night and make sure nobody tries to break in." The phone girl explains, causing Hannah to pause before turning her attention back toward the tablet.

"But, before we get into all of that, let me just go over the whole legal introductory thing real quick so that we can get to the meat of the matter. Alright?"

"Ok, so, 'Welcome to Fredrika's Family Pizzeria, a fantasy come to life for both children and adults alike. As disclosed in the legal documentation you signed prior to your first shift, Fredrika Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for any damage to property or persons. If damage or death has occurred, then a missing's person report will be filed within a six-month period, or until any and all facilities that have been affected have been cleaned and bleached, along with having any and all carpets replaced.' Yadda Yadda Yadda, you get it at this point." At this point, Hannah stopped messing with the tablet altogether to stare wide-eyed at the phone.

"Now, while that all sounded scary, there's nothing really to worry about. Sure, there might be things you have to look out for, but what job doesn't have that? Ultimately, if you pay attention and keep a proper eye on things, this should all go by pretty quickly." The phone girl's message assures Hannah, giving the new security guard a slight amount of comfort.

"So, to get us started, as I'm sure you have noticed at this point, you have yourself a fancy dancy security system in front of you." The phone girl says before Hannah finally manages to turn on the tablet, which causes the rest of the security system to which on also.

Looking down, Hannah saw that she had a grainy and glitchy view of the entire building. Ranging from views looking directly inside the stalls in the bathrooms all the way to the frontstage where the main trio stood at attention. But what stood out the most to her was a camera labeled pirates cove, but all that it showed was a closed curtain and an out-of-order sign beneath it.

"It should give you a view of the place so that you don't have to go wandering around, checking every nook and cranny, heh." The phone girl chuckles. "But.... Um.... It's also useful because things tend to get a little weird at night." The phone girl mentions, grabbing Hannah's attention. What kinds of crazy stuff could possibly happen in a children's pizzeria in the middle of the night?

"Before you panic. It's nothing too serious. It's just that, at night, the animatronics are allowed to wander off-stage. I don't know the exact science behind it, but to put it bluntly, I think it's so that they can blow off steam or whatever." As the phone girl talks, sure enough, Hannah flips back over to the camera view showing the main trio, only to find that Chica was missing.

"Oh, no, no, no, no...." Hannah mutters as she begins to flip through the various camera views throughout the pizzeria. She knew this job was too good to be true, and yet here she was hook, line, and sinker. 

"Look, all you have to do is just keep an eye on them and make sure they don't get into your office. Because, well, how do I put this.... I don't know, just make sure they don't get into your office." The phone girl explains, something that Hannah was desperately failing at as she continued to try and find Chica.

Suddenly, through the phone girl's message, Hannah hears what sounds like heavy mechanical footsteps making their way toward her from the hallway on the right side. "Oh, fuck!" Hannah whisper yells as she rolls herself over to the right door and peers her head outside into the hallway.

It was dark, almost painfully so, but as she continued to look down the hallway, she saw a familiar curvaceous frame make its way down toward her. Each slow and methodical step ringing out through Hannah's ears as she struggles with what to do.

"It shouldn't happen all that much, but when it does, make sure to push the button beside the door. The big red one, you'll see it." The phone girl says, with Hannah quickly tearing her head to look at the sides of the doors, and sure enough, there was a big red button.

Slamming her hand down onto the button, Hannah jumps as a heavy metal door comes down and blocks out the right hallway.

For a moment, Hannah is dead silent as she listens to Chica's footsteps get closer and closer until they were right outside her door before going completely silent.

Hannah can hear her heartbeat beating in her chest as she waits for something, anything, but nothing ever comes. Slowly causing the tension, Hannah was feeling to dissipate as she began to relax. "Ok, that's good. I think." Hannah says before turning to the left door and noticing the same red button that was on the right door.

"Nu-uh, not taking any chances." Hannah mutters to herself as she quickly wheels herself over to the other door and closes it.

Now that she was completely barricaded in her room, Hannah felt a wave of exhaustion pass over her as she leaned back in her seat. If she knew that taking this job was going to be this stressful, she might've thought twice about it.

"But, uh, those doors really cook the generator, so I would try and keep them open for as long as possible."

"Of course...." Hannah sighs as she turns back to the left door and presses the button to open it.

It felt unnatural, to say the least, but Hannah would rather close the doors when she needed to rather than not have them at all.

"So, that should be just about it. The first night usually isn't all that hard. All you have to do is just keep an eye on the place until 6 AM. Seems simple enough. Alright, I'll send you another message soon. Bye!" And like that, the phone girl's message ends, leaving Hannah all by herself.

Despite the stress she was feeling at that moment, Hannah did find the job to be fairly simple, all things considered. Just keep an eye on the animatronics, and if they come to her office, close the doors on them.

Suddenly, however, Hannah could hear what sounded like tapping on glass. Looking around to figure out what it was, she soon found that it was coming from the window leading out into the right hallway.

Trying to peer through, Hannah could only see complete darkness. But as she turned back to the door, she found that, along with having a button meant to close the door, there was also a white square button with a little flashlight symbol on top of it.

"Well, couldn't hurt to try it." Hannah mutters before reaching over and pressing it, all the while keeping her eyes locked on the window.

Coming face to face with Chica, Hannah lets out a shrill scream as she flies out of her chair and lands square on her back. Looking up, she stared up nervously at the anthropomorphic robot chicken's eyes as she looked back down at her.

She couldn't really tell for sure, but as they both stared at each other, Hannah could swear that the robot was checking her out. Her fake eyes scanning up and down Hannah's form as it was trapped snugly inside her security guard outfit, making Hannah increasingly uncomfortable by the second before the chicken suddenly turned and walked away. Another wave of relief hitting Hannah like a truck as a result before she fell back onto the floor.

Checking the view of the right-side hallway outside her office, she was relieved to find it completely empty. "Oh, good." A sigh exits Hannah's lips as she reaches over and reopens the right door.

Flipping through the cameras, Hannah saw that Fredrika and Bonnie were still at their positions on the stage. Both standing completely still.

It was a miracle that the both of them weren't also moving. Dealing with Chica was stressful enough, even as she grew to learn some of her patterns.

Despite the apparent risks that came with this job, Hannah knew she still had to swing around and try and keep it until the end of the week. But as the hours wore on and on, the pure boredom and slight exhaustion was making it a lot harder than it ever needed it to be.

Leaning back in her seat, Hannah began to wish she spent more of the day resting. She knew full well that she'd be staying up all night and that the change of sleep schedule would be hard, and now here she was, feeling as her eyes grew more and more heavy by the second.

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Eyes snapping awake, Hannah quickly rubbed her face as she was startled by what sounded like pots and pans being thrown around somewhere in the building. 

Opening up the camera system on her tablet, Hannah was startled to see that it was 4:30. Had she really fallen asleep for that long? It was a miracle then that Chica didn't decide to come around for a second visit.

Nevertheless, having to do her job, Hannah quickly flipped open her tablet and began quickly trying to find where the noise was coming from. Eventually, leading her to the camera looking inside the kitchen. But unlike all the other cameras in the building, the one in the kitchen didn't seem to be working. Although it did seem to be where the sounds were coming from.

"Oh, thank goodness...." Hannah sighs as she practically drops the tablet. This job already had its fair share of surprises, and Hannah wasn't sure how much more she could possibly take at that point.

But before going back to relaxing, a feeling deep inside Hannah told her to check the stage camera, even though she knew Bonnie and Fredrika would still be there.

"Just a small check...." Hannah mutters as she flips over to the stage camera, only to find that her little feeling was completely warranted as she found that Bonnie was now missing.

"Oh, not again!" Hannah whines as she begins to viciously flip through the cameras, only to find absolutely no trace of the bunny animatronic.

Bathroom, dining hall, backroom, supply closet, pirate's cove, Bonnie was nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't until Hannah felt a pair of eyes staring at her that she quickly dove for the button to close the left door. With her ultimately just being able to close it just in time.

"Ha! How do you like that, you dumb robot!" Hannah cheers as she presses the button to turn on the hallway light. Still jumping slightly as she comes face to face with Bonnie, who looks down at her.

"Even with all those mechanical parts, your still not fast enough to get past me!" Hannah laughs, only to slowly feel like something isn't right as she sees Bonnie's gaze shift from looking at her to something standing behind her.

A moment punctuated by the feeling of a large mechanical hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

Slowly turning, Hannah comes face to face with Chica, who now stood, inside her office.

"Fuck." 

"We'll get there soon enough, hun!" The animatronic yellow chicken responds in a thick Southern accent.

Almost instantly, Hannah makes a mad dash to the right door. Only to be swept up under her arms by Chica's surprising strength. "Aw, c'mon now, darlin', why you wanna go runnin' when we only just met?" Chica laughs.

"L-Let go of me!" Hannah tries to sound intimidating, but what comes out of her mouth was practically a loud whimper as she struggles helplessly in the animatronic's grip.

For being mostly for children's entertainment and something adults to gawk at, the robot had a pretty firm grip on her. Firm enough that she couldn't stop it as Chica slowly pulled her back deep into the office.

"Seems we've got ourselves someone new to play with, now, don't we?" Chica asks playfully as her hands begin to shift across Hannah's body, feeling every curve that she can find with her strong iron-clad hands. Causing Hannah's face to flush red and the feeling of terror she had to suddenly shift into an entirely new direction.

"W-What the fuck!?" Hannah cries out as she begins to struggle even harder, but like before, it was all useless when she has a surprisingly strong robot wanting to explore every part of her body.

"Didn't they tell you? We don't wanna hurt you. We wanna have some fun!" Chica says as her hands shift down toward Hannah's breasts, her fingers tightly squeezing them, then, with one firm pull, tears her shirt open, revealing her covered breasts underneath. "Mmmm, mmmm, MMMM! You got some fine puppies on you, girl!" Chica exclaims as she begins to grope and squeeze Hannah's breasts together.

"No! Stop! Let go of me!" Hannah shouts as she continues to struggle. Things were soon going from bad to utterly horrible by the second, and as Chica became bolder with her groping, she knew things were only going to get worse.

If tearing her shirt open required so little effort, then removing Hannah's bra wouldn't even be an issue. And it sure wasn't, as Chica soon flipped the piece of fabric down underneath Hannah's fairly large tits before quickly shifting to mess with her nipples.

"Oh, my! Seems my little piggy is happier to see me than I thought!" Chica laughs as she begins to pinch Hannah's increasingly erect boobs. Causing waves of spikey pleasure to shoot through the security guard's frame before she let out a cry.

"No!" Is all that Hannah was able to say. Her nipples were just erect because the building was slightly cold, or so she hoped.

"Deny it all you want, hun. But your body speaks louder than any words you could say." Chica says before her hands begin to make their way down toward Hannah's hips, stopping only to squeeze their tight plumpness before making their way toward Hannah's crotch, causing Hannah herself to suddenly gasp as a wave of adrenaline shoots through her body.

Which only manifests itself in her kicking her legs out in a futile attempt to keep Chica's hands away from that spot. 

"Oh, don't go throwin' yourself a hissy fit just yet, Darlin'. We're only gettin' started!" Chica says before suddenly she suddenly shoves Hannah face first toward the floor, with Hannah being just able to stop herself by extending her arms out.

But now that she was on her hands and knees, Chica took the chance to grab onto one of Hannah's pant legs and, with another strong single pull, manages to pull off her pants, leaving her only decency left being covered by her panties.

With the only thing on her mind being escape at this point, Hannah tries to make another dash for the door, only for a heavy metal foot on the back of her head to push her face into the floor to keep her in place.

"Argh! Let me go!" Hannah yells as she tries to reach up and grasp at the metal leg above her. 

"Oh, just quit your strugglin', Missy! I 'bout to make you feel REAL good." Chica says as she crouches over Hannah's body. Her eyes scanning over the security guard's bare form before settling on Hannah's rear.

"Lemme just get this off real quick." Chica says as she begins to drag down Hannah's panties, causing the helpless woman beneath her to struggle even more than she already was.

Pulling off Hannah's underwear, Chica was greeted with the wonderful sight of the security guard's perfectly heart-shaped ass.

"Seems your packing as much junk in the trunk as you are in the front of the car, missy!" Chica chuckles before slapping Hannah firmly across the ass.

"Argh! You fucking b-ITCH!" Hannah tries to curse at the robot, only for the said robot to keep slapping her ass. Panting the smooth skin with a volley of large red hand marks across it.

"Now, I'm not gonna tolerate no back talkin', missy! Not while I'm handlin' your backside." Chica says as she finishes her attack across Hannah's rear before sliding her hand down from the security guard's tailbone, across her rear pucker, and stopping at the entrance to her pussy.

The cold metal fingers brushing against her more sensitive places causes a shiver to rack up Hannah's spine as she continues to struggle in place. But the foot keeping her down made that nearly impossible.

Teasing the poor girl, Chica begins to run her thumb up and down Hannah's pussy. Practically reveling at how it twitched under her touch as she began to become more aggressive as she shifts to start playing with the security guard's clit. Causing a short gasp to leave the woman's lips.

Like her nipples, Hannah's clit began to become more erect. Standing more and more at attention due to Chica's handling of it. Then, slowly, with enough teasing from Chica, and much to the security guard's own disgust, Hannah's pussy began to become wet.

"There we go now. Seems that ol' body of yours is startin' to like me." Chica says before continuing to stimulate Hannah's crotch.

"D-Don't!- Nrnm!" A moan interrupts Hannah's words as Chica, with enough lubrication provided by Hannah's own pussy, slowly pushes a finger inside of her pussy.

It all felt.... so foreign. Hannah had fingered herself before. She even had a few toys back at her apartment. But the cold steel and iron that entered her, it just didn't feel right.

The animatronic didn't waste time quickly diving her finger deeper and deeper inside Hannah's cunny. Luckily, or unluckily, Chica only pushed her finger to the knuckle before eventually adding another finger to mix, causing the already beading embers of pleasure coursing through the security guard's veins to begin sparking.

"Well, then, missy. Seems you haven't taken that many trips down to the rodeo, now, haven't you?" Chica says, with Hannah only responding with a groan as the robot begins to pull her fingers out of her pussy before pushing them back in.

Hannah didn't know how, but she couldn't help but find herself increasingly stimulated with every passing second. 

But Chica wasn't satisfied with just going at a steady pace. No, the animatronic chicken promptly began speeding up her fingering, with two fingers no less. It was almost as if she was aiming to break Hannah with every thrust of her fingers deep into her pussy, managing to elicit more and more extreme reactions out of the security guard until she was a whimpering mess trying to hold back the orgasm that was making its way through her body.

Hannah was more than determined not to cum from a fucking animatronic anthropomorphic chicken fingering her pussy. But it was almost like Chica had some sort of power over her body that made it hard to resist her.

Soon enough, Chica was slamming her fingers back and forth inside of Hannah's pussy. Her long robotic digits practically playing Hannah's insides like an instrument, getting more and more extreme noises out of the struggling security guard as the orgasm she was trying to fight continued to build up more and more until....

"Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Hannah shouts as her pussy finally squirts out her juices, spraying Chica's arm and the floor beneath the two of them. The high from which completely fries the security guard's brain as she finally goes limp under the animatronic's grasp.

"There we go, now. That seems to have relaxed you quite a bit, now, hasn't it?" Chica asks as she raises her foot off of Hannah's head. But at that point, Hanna was far from listening to anything she had to say.

The horror of being forcefully fingered by an animatronic anthropomorphic chicken aside, Hannah was relieved that it was all over. A part of her wondered if she could possibly sue, you know, for the whole aforementioned forceful fingering by an animatronic anthropomorphic chicken. But with the giant stack of papers she signed when signing up for this job and what the phone girl had said, Hannah knew that it would all ultimately add up to a giant waste of time.

Stirring Hannah from her thoughts, however, was the realization that the animatronic was still in her office.

Should she play dead? She doubted that would work, but it could still be worth a try.

"Well, then, now that you've loosened up a bit, I think it's time you and I moved onto some of the more mutually fun activities, so to speak." Chica announces as she reaches down and grabs hold of Hannah's hips, quickly causing a lump to form in Hannah's throat.

What else could she do? Despite having the body structure of a stripper, Hannah doubted that the animatronic could do anything else besides what she already did.

Almost as if to answer her question, Hannah's eyes go wide as she suddenly feels something long and hard slide between her legs.

Almost dreading to look, Hannah begins to feel her body start to shake as she shifts to laying on her hands and knees and looks down. Only to come to the horrifying sight of a long, hard, yellow robot cock.

Like the rest of the robot's body, the shaft was made of iron. While beneath it, the thick pendulous balls that swung underneath seemed to be comprised of some sort of mixture between plastic and artificial skin.

Words die in Hannah's throat as she looks down. She wasn't going to even wonder where it came from. She would just tuck the question away along with the one which wondered why these animatronics were built to fuck people.

Sliding it back and forth across her abdomen, Hannah was able to truly get a feel for the massive thing. By no means was she a virgin. She had been around the block a few times here and there. But the sheer size alone was something she had never seen before. And now, as Chica pulled her hips back, she was about to get a much better feel for it.

"Time I took you on down to the rodeo, hun!" Chica says as she clocks her hips back, readying herself to plunge forward.

"Wait, hold- ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Without giving Hannah much of a chance to say something, Chica slams her hips forward, spearing her cock deep inside her pussy.

"Ooooh, weeee! Your pussy's packed in tighter than a can ah' corn!" Chica comments, thrusting her hips madly into Hannah's. Knocking the air out of the security guard's lungs as she seemingly holds nothing back in absolutely fucking her.

The robot's fingers dug deep into Hannah's hips, nearly painfully so, as she also thrust her hips back and forth, slamming them hard up against Hannah's. Creating the strange sound of meat slapping metal mixed with the loud moaning that flew out of the security guard's lips.

Chica's thick full balls also clapped loudly up against Hannah's pussy, adding more pleasure to the generally awful situation the security guard found herself in. Worst of all was the fact that it all felt so good. 

Under different circumstances, maybe finding a guy who had the same kind of drive Chica had with her, Hannah would consider him a pretty good lay. This, on the other hand, it all just didn't feel right. Chica's strong iron member plunging deep into her pussy to such a brutal extent. Her mind knew that it was terrible, but her body couldn't help but react positively to the battering she was receiving.

"Gah-Lee, hun! Seems this season has been dryer than a desert for you, now, hasn't it?" Chica chirps, making the general situation even worse for Hannah. 

It totally wasn't a dry season for Hannah. She just.... She was busy the past few months trying to look for a job. But if she was looking for someone to have fun with, Chica the chicken animatronic from Fredrika Fazbear's Pizzeria, wouldn't even be on the list due to the fact that she hadn't even ever considered this even happening in the realm of reality.

And yet, here she was anyway, getting brutally fucked by a tall curvy robot anthropomorphic animatronic chicken. And her body was reacting to it in the worst way possible for her.

Getting fucked in such a way, Hannah having another orgasm wasn't an idea that couldn't occur. So as Chica managed to speed up her thrusting, and Hannah felt that similar feeling begin to build up within her core, much to her dismay, she knew that it was happening soon.

"Get yourself ready, hun! I'm 'bout to fill you up till you pop!" Chica says, her mechanical hips working ruthlessly up against Hannah's. Practically battering her back and forth so viciously to the point that the security guard felt like she was going to get whiplash.

"Oh, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" Hannah screams inside the empty pizzeria as her pussy twitches slightly one last time before unleashing a torrent of fluids across the animatronic chicken's cock.

At the same time, Chica's hips slam up against Hannah's well-battered ones and begin to shoot out a heavy load of thick gooey cum. Quickly filling up the inside of the security guard to the point that Hannah did, in fact, feel like she was about to pop.

But as she finally went limp once again, Chica finally pulled her cock out of her pussy. Spraying a few more lines of cum across Hannah's back while a couple of loads of her love goo spurt out of her pussy.

But before Hannah could even begin to wonder what other things the robot might have in store for her, the lights in the office suddenly went out. Plunging the room into complete and total darkness.

"W-What?" Hannah asks as she hears a pair of heavy footsteps leave the office. Only then did the security guard realize what had happened. 

She ran out of power. Something she reasonably forgot about while Chica had her fun with her.

Hannah didn't know what time it was at that point but figured it had to be close to 6.

Maybe, just maybe, she might actually make her way out of this situation fairly ok.

But as she heard a pair of heavy footsteps make their way toward her from the left hallway, she knew she couldn't be that lucky. 

Yet, instead of coming into the office, the footsteps stopped right outside her door. Confusing the security guard as she wondered why whoever it was didn't just come in since the door was now wide open.

Snapping her out of her thoughts, however, was the sudden sound of a music box jingle playing above her.

Twisting her head up from the ground to see what it was, Hannah came to the horrifying sight of Fredrika Fazbear herself looking down at her. The animatronic's face flickering with light from its eyes as the jingle continued to play.

On and on the song went, making Hannah feel more dread coursing through her by the second.

This was it. This would be her fate. Getting screwed by pizzeria animatronics. Who would've thought?

Finally, as the song ended, the light coming from Fredrika's eyes suddenly went out, putting the room back into darkness.

Hannah then heard heavy footsteps make their way into her office. The tension causing her heart to speed up by the second.

Just as Hannah braced for the worst, a sound rang out through the building.

Another jingle. This one different from the last one. Instead of filling her with dread, this one strangely filled her with relief.

But, as she looked around the room, her eyes getting used to the darkness, she saw that she was alone.

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Hannah didn't take long to get out to her car. She didn't know when the morning crew would arrive, and she didn't want to be exactly found in the state that she was in.

So after making sure she was safe, Hannah quickly made her way into the employee's changing room and threw on her old clothes. Not before making use of the shower system they had as she tried to clean out Chica's gunk from her insides.

But once she was all clean, she also made sure to stop by the office once again to clean up after herself. She didn't need anybody to know what happened in there.

And so, as she sat in her car, looking back at the building, she felt a strange sense of relief. Relief at the fact that she totally wouldn't be going back there.

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