The Fazbear Club: Chapter 2
#3 of The Fazbear Club
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Mike's brain had sudden gone haywire. How the hell did this place exist? What is this place? Why did the robots look so feminine? Why was he feeling so flustered?!
"Wh-What...?" Mike spoke, twitching slightly.
The four robots giggled as Chica, Bonnie and Foxy left their respective stages and stood next to Frieda. "Oh dear me! Our poor guard!" Freddy said in a slight mocking tone, walking up to him and placing her left robotic hand on his cheek.
When that happened, Mike's eyes widened considerably. it felt...really soft...much like a person's hand would feel like. Warm as well. Acting on instinct, Mike grabbed her hand, causing her to flinch and look at him shockingly. Mike made a huge mental note. She could feel as well...
"Um...can you give me back my hand..?" Frieda asked, slightly flustered, a slight tinge of red that could be seen on her brown fur.
_'She's...blushing..? How can she have emotions...?!' _Mike thought, removing his grasp from her hand.
"He's cute when he's confused" Bonnie voiced out, giggling at Freddie's misfortune and Mike's face.
"Aye...Though, he be a good first mate for me crew!" Foxy grinned, licking her robotic lips, causing Chica to blush significantly.
"Foxy! He's our guard!" Chica said, trying to defend the clueless Mike Schmidt.
Seeing how the four animatronics acted and how he moved, Mike deduced that these robots do have emotions and thoughts, similar to a human would.
Mike sighed. Since he would be working at this..._place..._might as well figure out just what the hell is this place. Though, he already had a hunch as to what this place might be.
"Alright girls, if it's fine for me too call you four just that. Can you tell me...Why the hell do you look...rather human and just what the hell is this place?" Mike questioned, crossing his arms as he looked at the four robots.
The girls looked at him for a moment, looking at each other for a moment before turning back to Mike with a dangerous smile on their faces.
"Well firstly, Mike-y~...This is how we actually look. How we look during the restaurant hours? Nothing but a facade! As for what this place is, this...Is the Fazbear Strip Club! The place where the four of us were 'born' " Frieda explained with a grin, making air quotations to the word 'born'.
Mike's eyes widened once more. A strip club?! How long has this establishment been running?!
JUST HOW LONG HAS THE RESTAURANT BEEN NOTHING BUT A FACADE?! JUST!...HOW LONG?!
"Hehehe...I know how hard it is for you Mike-y..." Frieda giggled when she saw the look on his face.
"Damn fucking right it is! The restaurant I once loved! I never knew it would hold something like...THIS!" Mike exclaimed.
"Actually, Mike me lad. We would like at thank ye!" Foxy said with a grin.
"Thank...me? What for...?" Mike asked skeptically.
"Silly Mike! You're the first person to know of this place! All the other night guards were only here to look after us after midnight! But you're our first real night security guard!" Bonnie explained, Chica nodding alongside her.
"...I don't even want to know why" Mike muttered, rubbing the temples of his head. "Alright...you know what, just to back to...whatever you were doing. I'll ask you girls some other time"
The four females giggled before walking back to their respective stages, doing a couple of stretching and their own dances on their respective poles, surprising Mike at how flexible they were.
Before walking back out, Frieda called out his name, causing him to chew his inner cheek. "Oh and Mike-y~! Promise us to help take care of this place! Some males get a bit too...enthusiastic"
Mike shuddered. It wasn't too surprising that they might be. The animatronics were, much to his dismay, rather hot and sexy. It just made him question himself at what things he found sexy.
Walking back out the door, Mike noticed a rather large group of males walking at the other end of the hallway. Adjusting his hat so it leaned itself more forward, he walked onwards, with the hat helping to obstruct some vision of the males, although not a whole lot.
Criss-crossing and zig-zagging his way through the group, he could hear very clearly the comments they made which were directed at him, feeling the piercing gaze they gave him as he walked by.
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Must be a guard. Dunno for what fucking reason"
"Ha! Look at him! He looks puny!"
"What a dumbass for coming here..."
Mike quietly walked on, giving them none of his attention. Once he walked back to his office, he slammed his fist on a red button on the wall, causing the large iron doors to slam down. He closed the door on the opposite side as well before he walked to his seat and slumped on it, running a hand across his face and groaning in displeasure.
This is going to be a long shift...
After about two hours later, Mike clicked the red button on his left, sending the iron doors upwards and opening it. He sighed before getting off of his seat and stretched, wking out of his office and heading to the toilet to take a piss.
There were a lot of things going through his mind at the moment.
The restaurant. The somewhat creepy looking animatronic suits. The memories of fun.
It just seemed as if it were nothing but a lie. And apparently, the restaurant held something more to it than just that. He longed to come back to the restaurant, to feel like a kid once more, only to be dragged into a deep and dangerous secret.
What else could this place hold? If anything, the restaurant could be holding more secrets underneath, just waiting to grab its prey and never letting to.
"Gah...I'm thinking too much...I should still be thankful that this place pays really well" Mike told no one in particular.
After finished pissing, he made his way back to the dreaded, 'Performance Room', as to what he calls it. The loud blaring techno beats were now louder than ever and even worst, there were dubstep involved.
He was never one to enjoy dubstep. Although with some exceptions.
Opening the door once again, he was greeted by a rush of cold air and the blast of music erupting from the speakers. The bright lights were still as flashy as always as they continued to bathe the room with mixed lights.
And there, he spotted the four animatronics dancing on their respective stages as many males flocked to either one of them, their faces evident of lust and a strong desire of wanting more.
Mike walked to one corner and merely watched, trying to hide his slight blush on his face with his hat. There was no doubt about it. They were indeed sexy, making Mike somewhat hot and bothered.
Bonnie had hips that could shake a mountain to dust and still had retained such a beautiful pear shape figure. And with the dance she was giving, it was hard not to stare at her rather plump rump. Not to mention having a rather nice C to D cup size.
Frieda, with one look, is exceptionally the most fit among the four as well as being the bustiest, probably having a D cup size. She had an exceptional top hourglass figure, with her body and waistline being very defined, which can be seen when she worked her body against the pole.
Foxy had a very odd ragged yet sexy look to her body. It was probably due to her being a pirate. She had a rather amazing hourglass figure with a probable B to C cup size and also having an amazing 'booty'. One that would make pirates everywhere claim it as their own treasure, pretty evident from her actions on her pole.
Chica was, surprisingly, healthy and fit, with a rather straight body figure, though, her hips being a bit wider and having a defined waistline. Although she was the smallest in terms of body size and height, she was very charismatic whom also had a rather fine B cup size.
Mike shook his head. Was he seriously ogling them just now?
_'Heh...Look at ya! Gettin all flustered over some robots' _His mind voiced out with a chuckle, causing him to growl at himself.
'Shut it...' He warned the voice in his head.
_'Woah! Chill down! H-Hey! Look!' _The voice told him, causing Mike to turn his heas to where he felt a pulse in his head.
There, on Bonnie's stage, was a bald man, probably around in his late 30's, staring at her deviously all the while taking one step forward at a time, Bonnie taking a step back every time.
"C'mon hun! Wouldn't ya like to feel like an actual bunny?" The man boomed, causing Mike to shudder. This is going to get bad if he wasn't to intervene.
"Oi! Off the stage!" Mike snarled, walking nearer the stage.
"Eh...? The fuck do you want security boy?" The man asked, sneering at the sight of Mike.
"I said get off the fucking stage!" Mike yelled, causing some of the men around the stage to back off slightly.
This was going to get ugly.
"Yea yea...Why don't you go crawl back to your office?" The man growled, turning his attention once more to the robot bunny, whom had her ears drooped and with a scared look.
That was enough to cause something inside of Mike to snap. Walking up a bit more slight, he jumped onto stage and tapped the shoulder of the man. When the man growled and turned around, Mike grabbed his collar and threw him off the stage, flinging him towards the wall. The man went flying in the air until he struck the wall with a loud and painful thud, dropping back down onto the tiled floor.
Mike jumped off the stage and walked towards the man, the other males backing off and waking way for him. Once he had reached the man, he leaned forward and said, "Listen buster. My job here is to take care of them" he said pointing a thumb behind him and onto the girls. "Get a little too close for them to get uncomfortable and I'll make sure you will be very acquainted with wall"
He craned his head back. "That goes for all of you...You can enjoy the show, but I swear if I hear them scream for help you will be in trouble"
With that, he left the room in a bad mood with only silence remaining. Then after a while, Chica, Freddie and Foxy smirked. That man was definitely different than the rest.
"Hmm...He's delish~" Chica said, licking her beak.
"Aye~ Definitely a great first mate" Foxy licked her teeth.
"Hehehe...My my~ Mike-y is a feisty one! Me likey~" Frieda grinned at his actions.
All the while, Bonnie was most grateful, her chest pounding like mad. She huffed and panted, a light flash of red appearing on her eyes.