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Martii spent her childhood in the shadow of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza murders. By the time she was an adult it was nothing more than a terrible story in her hometown's lore, yet she kept it with her. When Fazbear's Fright opened and promised a ghoulish tour de force of all the horrors, she was excited despite her tastes. That they needed somebody to play the security guard was too perfect, and the bright young polar bear leaped at the opportunity to be a part of a peculiar piece of history.

The first week had been a breeze. Everything was coming together. From behind her office window, she watched the crews put up decorations pilfered from the closed-down tombs of the old restaurants. Some of the things she recognized from newspapers and internet articles. Tactless items like the empty heads of the animatronics repurposed into lights and saccharine childrens' drawings added creepy flair. Martii's role was passive yet critical, though she effused to the owners how much she loved the display.

"That's awesome, and we're glad you're so eager, 'cause we open up next week," they told her. "But the best part, well, you're gonna see that tomorrow night - you gotta see it to believe it."

Come the following night, Martii sat in the office and enjoyed the breeze of her desk fan. She watched the flicking, glitching monitor closely as the crew wheeled in the surprise. It was a crate the size of a refrigerator, strapped to a handcart. Once it was settled into place, one worker held it up, and the other popped it open with a crowbar. And when the front came off the crate, a face inside leered at the camera. Its head was not pointed at the lens but its sickly yellow eyes stared playfully into the camera.

"Oh, what the heck is that thing?" Martii mumbled under her breath. A chill crawled up her spine. She watched for the next hour in morbid fascination as they finished unboxing the awful thing. It vaguely resembled the animatronics Martii had seen in so many images before her time. It stood some six feet tall, a fetid mangle of rusting parts, loose cables and ratty foam. Its eyes were wild, its mouth stuck in a Glasgow rictus, and Martii simply did not like it at all.

The night wore on and the crew left the animatronic to stand leering into the camera. Martii did her best not to linger on how horribly creepy it was, and she busied herself with the other cameras and the puzzle book she had taken along for boring stretches. Yet she checked back on it every few moments, her heart jumping every time, for she expected to see something different.

Martii had long since accepted that the notion of the Fazbear animatronics being haunted was just a ghost story. But the zombified, grinning face of Fazbear Fright's lone animatronic was too creepy to ignore. It'll be easier once there's people walking through here, she told herself, and she went back to her puzzle book. Word searches kept her mind off of the decayed thing in the camera feed.

Suddenly the alarm went off, startling the already jumpy Martii. She wheeled her chair over to the control panel. Ventilation was down again, but she started it back up. The fans in the vents sputtered and growled, then spun into life. Martii wheeled back to her chair and tried to settle in, and checked the cameras to sate her curiosity. They too had failed.

The bear got up and walked to the control panel, but from the corner of her eye saw something she did not care for. The thing, whatever its name was, leered in through the door with seemingly lecherous intent on its face. Martii froze dead in her tracks. Her jaw hung open. She forced her legs to move. Fear locked her muscles up and made every step feel like her legs were mired in quicksand. She tried to reboot her cameras, but her shaking paws made it troublesome to navigate the touch screen.

While the panel steadily beeped, bringing the cameras back online, Martii got another shock from the corner of her eye. The animatronic walked boredly past her window, but turned its head to gaze at her before it was out of sight. Martii whimpered and slumped into her chair. She started scanning the cameras.

As soon as she would find the awful thing hiding in the margins of a given frame, it would slink into another room. It was impossible to pin down and it always leered directly into the camera. Martii knew she was being toyed with. Her heart raced. She was stammering to herself and crying, frequently wiping her tears off on her arms without realizing it.

Finally the vents bumped. Martii had remembered seeing the man-sized openings, still uncovered so that the maintenance crews could sort out the countless ventilation problems which plagued the attraction.

She listened to the steady thumps in the vents. It echoed all throughout duct work and she had no recourse. In a panic, she shoved her chair against the vent in the office wall and tried to watch both it and the door.

The ventilation alarm blared again. Martii shrieked and sobbed. She lunged to the panel but as before, her paws trembled. By mistake, she chose to reboot the cameras instead of the ventilation. Then, in the logical climax of her bad luck, the screen turned an unsightly blue and regretfully informed her that it had encountered a serious problem. Locked out of the system and already hyperventilating in panic, Martii sat against the wall and cowered.

The ventilation failure saw Martii lose consciousness, but that was no detriment to the animatronic. It looked inside the room through the window. Though its smile was fixed, its eyes showed clear concern. Its playmate was hurt. It knelt and petted her body, then stood and looked at the panel. By then the OS had rebooted itself, and the animatronic turned on the ventilation with a clumsy foam finger.

Martii came around soon to find the animatronic looming over her, ever grinning. Its eyes lit up with childlike delight when it saw that the bear was alive and conscious.

"Oh--! Oh my god!" Martii screamed, starting to panic all over again. But the animatronic held her down with an implacable mitt on her breast and stroked her side with the other. It tilted its head curiously. And for the first time, Martii found the thing weirdly cute.

The polar bear put her paws on the animatronic's torso. When her digits slipped through the holes in the bodysuit, she flinched back and reached for it elsewhere. It widened its eyes and tilted its head, causing its ears to wag slightly aside. Slowly it took its hand off of her chest only to reach for the bottom of her shirt.

Time seemed to stop as the animatronic pulled up her shirt. There was no way to misconstrue the fact that it was undressing her. She meekly attempted to pull her shirt back down but the thing nudged her paws away and continued pulling. Martii shivered when her shirt was tucked up under her chin. A fairly tame green bra held her full breasts in place. The animatronic closed its clumsy mitts around them and tugged on the cups.

After a moment of letting the animatronic awkwardly tug, Martii quietly said, "Um, it clips in the back."

The animatronic looked directly into her eyes, and again tilted its head. Really? was what Martii read from its expression.

Martii forced a small, but nervous laugh and leaned to the side. Her paws were still trembling yet she negotiated the clasp on her bra. "You know, uh," she said, lying flat on her back again, "if I had known you just wanted to touch my boobs, I guess I wouldn't have been afraid of you."

Down went the animatronic's eyelids for a sly gaze as he pulled off her bra and set it aside. Then with blatant delight, he cupped her tits and fondled them, rubbing the stiff nipples and savoring the curves. Martii earnestly moaned for him and closed her eyes. She tried to make sense of what was happening but the situation was simply too bizarre. She opened her eyes very slowly and confirmed that she was indeed being fondled by the decrepit animatronic the crew had brought in.

As the strange machine played with her breasts, Martii looked over its body, noting rusted old steel through the ratty foam suit. It didn't look like something capable of moving on its own, yet it was so subtle and nuanced in the way it shifted and showed expressions.

Biting her lip, Martii set her paws over the animatronic's mitts. It in turn squeezed down, but gently, and she moaned. "That feels nice," she admitted. "Do you--, do you want to touch my whole body?"

The animatronic's answer came in the form of a nod. Its eyelids pulled up to show bright, eager eyes in full.

Martii giggled. She reached down and opened her fly. "It's weird to say it, but you're actually kind of adorable."

Still with its gentle touch, the animatronic pulled down Martii's pants and cupped her panty-dressed groin. It squeezed firmly enough that the bear groaned and splayed her stout legs far apart. "Mmm, god," she panted, closing her eyes tightly. "Touch me," she invited.

An excited, small noise wheezed out of the animatronic. It narrowed its eyes and groped the polar bear's muff more strongly. Martii whimpered. Her box dampened her panties and she rubbed the animatronic's decayed hand. "Ooh, yes, touch me just like that!"

The thing accommodated her wants for a moment longer then slipped its awkward fingers under the material of the panties. It slid them down around her knees then leaned in closer, bringing its grinning face near her soft pussylips. It had no tongue or lips with which to pleasure her but she heard a distinct sniff from the animatronic before it rubbed her folds intently.

Responding to the touch, Martii arched her back and crooned. She dared to stroke the thing's head, but it felt creepy and unnatural. Instead she reached down and eased apart the lips of her cunt. As she bared the warm inner pink to him, she purred, "You can touch me anywhere you want, I mean that."

The animatronic looked up at Martii, then down at her proffered vagina. Its smile seemed to grow more sly, if only for the sleazy droop of its eyelids. The ratty thing then pulled the decrepit foam off one of its hands, baring smooth steel which bore no rust. Using its naked, articulate fingers, it traced the polar bear's parted lips and coaxed from her a moan. It then tweaked the button of the clit, but only briefly; immediately afterward it inserted two thick digits into the bear whom gasped and bit down on her plump lip.

Martii had no words for the animatronic. Apparently it didn't need to be encouraged, because it started to pump her pussy eagerly. It watched her face closely for changes and it played her accordingly, quickening its pace or teasing her clit with its thumb to keep the pleasure high but not uncomfortably so. As it pumped, it stroked her naked breasts with its other, still gloved hand. The polar bear often whined in a show of her pleasure.

It was not often that Martii had sex. The sheer novelty of this particular partner was a taboo thrill to boost her pleasure, and its cold steel digits upped the ante further still. She bucked into its fingering and in doing so convinced it to more roughly play with her. Moaning as she spoke, she said to the animatronic, "You're going to get me to cum soon, you really are!"

The creature narrowed down its eyes. One of its ears cocked aside. It bore down on her cunt, stretching the pink flesh inside as far as was possible without causing the girl harm. Musk emanated from her vaginal passage and served as a treat to the animatronic but it took the most pleasure from giving her pleasure of her own. In a throwback to its days entertaining guests at the pizzeria, it loved to please and see its audience enjoying themselves. Fingering Martii was simply a very selective interpretation of that programming.

As she promised, the polar bear arched her back and came. She cried out, and her voice echoed in the eerie stillness of the attraction. Wetness fresh from her loins sluiced around the animatronic's digits, leaving them damp and sticky. She squeezed its hand clutching her breasts and whimpered in an overwhelmed tone, "Oh god, ooh my gawd! Stop, I came, please stop now...!"

The animatronic eased off reluctantly. It rested on its knees and watched Martii carefully as she cooed and squirmed in afterglow.

When her orgasm wore thin, Martii glanced at the clock. It was quarter to six, and that meant her shift was nearly up. She smiled sadly at the animatronic. It was still kneeling, still grinning. "Tomorrow, how's about you not scare me and just come straight here?"

With sly eyes and a longing touch on Martii's belly down to her hips, the animatronic nodded and winked.