VR nights at Freddy's

The low hum of a computer fan stirred the stale air in the small apartment, rendering a virtual world for a kitsune who was lying on his bed, engrossed in his VR world. Despite the small confines of his dwelling, the virtual world gave him an escape from the daily grind, a way to escape from his responsibilities.

When he first got his VR set, he was thrilled, absolutely excited to meet up with his friends in fully fledged 3D, up close enough that he could touch it. But these days? "Ugggh, so dull… Is this what overdosing feels like? Why am I not having fun? I used to love this kind of shit, but now everything is so boring." He tapped the air and his menu popped up. After flicking his finger a few times, he landed on the game he loved to play sooo much. VR Nights at Freddy's, a fan-made game based on Five Nights at Freddy's, in which the players all have to cooperate to survive.

And survive Foxfru did, many times even. He couldn't even remember the last time he lost a game. He knew every nook and cranny, every single hidey-hole. Heck, he even looked at bits of source code, only to be thoroughly confused and having to consult the wiki for written down half-truths. It would give him a small spark of joy, that tiny sliver of excitement in his life. But each time it felt duller. The game was just played out, and more and more of his friends moved on from playing it. He even decided to play with random people. Who in their right mind would play with randos?!

His many tails flicked in frustration, not even one or two, no it was the full-on nine which were involved in his vexation. He could just feel the energy build in him, that sheer frustration fueling his magical powers, because if there's one thing that a fox wouldn't like, it was not having fun. The world's a stage and the foxes are there to play by their rules.

"Rules…" he mumbled to himself, "Those stupid things that hold everyone back." He screamed in frustration like a common fox and ripped off his headset. Immediately transported back to his disappointing apartment he should've cleaned. Even more frustration flicked in his tails as he fell back onto his bed. I should just make that damn game more fun. But how? There were already so many animatronics in that game, like Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, and so many others. But it was already so played out, so cliché. The way you dealt with them was always the same, no wildcard or actual threat to a veteran gamer.

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The kitsune shot up from his bed.

"Wait a damn second! I can!" Out of all the times to forget that he could use incredibly wild magic, this would be the one time he forgot. His tails slowly lifted behind him, igniting with blue ethereal flames. In his concentration, even his eyes took on the same hue. There was one animatronic who would always be erratic. So annoying that the fan games wouldn't include him fully in their games. A character that would also be pivotal to the backstory that mattered:

"Springtrap…"

The entire room lit up in a blue hue as the fire blazed around the fox. Faster and faster it closed in, homing in on the tossed VR headset. Foxfru couldn't help but let out his evilest laugh as he knew exactly what would happen. And with as much fanfare as it started, the fire closed in… And suddenly vanished.

The apartment darkened as the fox's expression dropped. "That's it?" He picked up the piece of tech, gave it a few shakes, just to see if he would stir any angry spirit of an antagonist that would haunt a horror series. But nothing happened.

The kitsune turned the headset this way and that way in his hand, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted. "Foxfru! What did you do this time?!" a muffled voice from the wall inquired.

"Improving my VR game!" Foxfru replied.

"You just cut all the power doing that! I was working on a story! Should I be scared?" the voice yelled back.

"I'll restore it in a blink of an eye!"

"No! Please do-"

But the lights already flashed back with a vengeance, blinding both the fox and his wolf dorm mate.

"I swear, if I wasn't working on something else, I'd give you my business!"

"Keep that dick in your pants!"

"What?!"

Foxfru decided to just ignore him. He had more pressing matters to attend to. At least he fixed the power without too many issues, this time.

"Stupid reality warping powers. They never bend existence like you want them to." He let out a heavy sigh. "Whatever. Let's just see if the headset got a cool new function or something. These powers should come with a manual or something." In defiance of his statement, a manual dropped from his bookshelf right on top of his head. It opened up on one of the countless warnings and precautions about using the headset before turning it on.

"If I didn't know any better, this would be a mighty coincidence." Just to humor the universe, he read the page out loud. "Do not use in conjunction with magic. Doing so may lead to PERMANENT effects." The kitsune paused and looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh! Ha ha! Do you really have to be so on the nose like this?!"

He gave a brief pause, but then resumed speaking: "You know what? I'm going to prove you wrong! If anything bad happens, I can use even more magic to solve my problems!" With a lot of fire, cackling and theatrics, he pulled down the headset and dove into his virtual world again.

"I smell fire. Do I need to take out the fire extinguisher again?!"

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Foxfru didn't hear that last remark from his wolf room mate. He was already transported into the VR world. He let the light of the headset and the sound of the system come up, but when everything loaded in, he didn't see what he expected. Instead of the brightly lit hub, he in a shadowy hallway. The place looked abandoned, with a childish decor and posters hanging here or there. To most, this would be an incredibly unsettling environment, but for Foxfru it was like any other Tuesday. He knew exactly where he was and specifically what to expect: this was VR Nights at Freddy's.

That wouldn't be too much trouble for him. Foxfru tapped the air to summon his personal menu. A small tap on the air, however, resulted in nothing. He tried to do different angles, his other hand. Hell even his feet and thrusting his body didn't elicit any response from the main system. He let out a sigh and decided to just play the game anyway. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Without too much issue, he made his way through the halls, weaving in a particular way to not get spotted by any of the residents who would surely stuff him in an animatronic if they would have it their way. A door slid open, and he hopped onto the chair situated in front of a row of monitors and many controls. Foxfru's many tails swinged behind him as he scanned the monitors, looking for any suspicious activity. From the ballpit to the grand stage to the many, many halls connecting points of interest. He was ready to act on the controls, and the swaying of his tails picked up as he saw it…. Nothing.

"Tch, did they just not load in or something? I'm here to take my mind off from tedious work, and here the game just locks me out of my menu and into this empty game!" He let himself lay limp in his chair, thinking over his options when he suddenly shot up. "You know, I should just check out their spawn points myself. If they kill me, I might just get respawned back in the hub anyway."

Foxfru hopped out of his chair and walked the dark and dank halls of the abandoned pizza place again. With no one to threaten him, he had nothing to fear. The ambient sounds which would set off anyone else were tiring to his ears. It wasn't like there was anyone else here with him, so why bother being alert?

Without any hassle, he got to the main area. The main stage laid right before him. He walked up to it, but a sudden \ **SQUELCH* * gave him pause. He lifted his paw and looked at some brown… Thing sticking to one of his beans.

"Great some unidentified goop. I hope I didn't step in baby food. Is this why most furs wear shoes?" He stamped his foot down again, but it didn't feel right. Instead of feeling his full weight land on his beans, it squelched, just like the goo he stepped on. And even worse yet, he couldn't lift his foot."

"Gah, and now I'm stuck! Seriously, what the hell is this glue they shove into kid's mouths these days?"

The fox's complaining didn't deter the goo. It already marched up the vulpine's feet and took over his legs. Foxfru up above shivered with delight at the substance sensually caressing his fur. In fact, it distracted him enough that he was more concerned with prolonging the feeling than actually investigating why he was suddenly feeling so euphoric. His hands roamed over his chest, seeking out more venues of pleasure to explore and increase the sensations he was feeling, enhancing his experience.

The substance crept up higher, egged on by the reaction from its soon-to-be fox host. Foxfru was now panting longer breaths as he could feel the mysterious substance brush up against his inner legs. His breathing became more and more erratic as it closed in on his crotch, the very first milestone on its journey to subjugate Foxfru.

"Damn, what's going on down there… Huff, I…" For someone as prideful as him, even he had to admit that this was getting too much. His arms roamed lower and lower, but when he neared his crotch, suddenly a shock went through his system.

"Gnnnnnnngh!"

The reaction was orgasmic and forced him on his knees, mouth gaped open in ecstacy.

The almost literal orgasm blew out all of his stops, incapacitating him long enough for the goo to propagate unhindered. Foxfru's mind didn't even register that he was flopping over, smacking into the ground resting in a pool of his own drool. Meanwhile, the goo anchored itself at the first point of interest. It had dissolved the fox's pants and underwear to a point that his balls and sheath were flopping out.

The cool liquid wrapped itself around the two orbs of his manliness, finding an anchor point to squeeze them. Foxfru gargled in euphoria, his thoughts now leaving his body, with idle thrusting being the only thing on his mind. With each gyration of his hips against the cold floor, his balls expanded, getting squeezed harder by the liquid, but also teasing out a red tip. His sheath plumped up as more and more of his tapered tip showed itself.

The goo could barely hold on to the vulpine body as it chafed against the cold and dead floor, but that only meant that what it was doing worked. With the greatest care, it slicked down the fox's rod, teasing out loud yips and guaaahs as the fox's senses went into overdrive as it sought out the fox's urethra. When the red rocket was fully coated by the brown liquid, it pumped itself into the opening. The rod, now fully teased out, engorged itself on the liquid, growing in size and intensity. Soon the liquid found its way to his balls and multiplied by infecting his own cum supply. His sheath was now constricting his dick, building up a tightness that Foxfru never felt before, not even while fucking the most virgin of holes.

Foxfru's eyes shot open as he could feel his knot raging in his sheath, building in size until the moment it could pop out. Some of his sanity returned to him, but his euphoria cramped him up so much that he couldn't do much but reach for his dick. And that was a huge mistake. Making use of the situation, the goo ignited. Fire erupted in his groin as the liquid thrust the dick in his hands. Foxfru could feel the knot in his sheath battling for freedom, but it was simply too big. Foxfru thrust along in frustration. Unable to do anything else, to even think about anything else than cumming. "Grrrrrraaaaahhhh!"

He tried to cum, he honestly did, but the orgasm never came. In its place there was more frustration, even more pent up energy that was crying for release. He could feel being on the precipice, but never reaching the euphoric release his body was screaming for.

For the first time in a while, he got a good look at his dick and was horrified. His normally pristine red rod was now tipped by the brown goo, hardened into a large brown plug, thoroughly sounding him, stimulating it with every single move. And with each twitch of his dick it expanded, slowly turning the rod from a deep, dark red to orange and then a sickly brown. Claiming more of his tool into a solidifying mass.

He knew he shouldn't, but he willed his arms to the brown substance anyway. Fully intent on ripping it off. He reached for his rod, but when he even slightly brushed it, the substance vibrated. Just when he thought he had a reprieve, he slammed into the ground again with his mind going on vacation, allowing for more of the goo to take over his crotch, rounding it out and tightly sealing it into a stimulating package.

With his cum factories sealed, it quickly went to work to turn his cum into more glorious goo, rapidly spreading all over his body. Thick layers of the substance consumed his fur, replacing it with a wobbly cream and brown surface. It all pulled over him like a thick latex suit. It clung and caressed his whole body, raising the temperature in the room. Well, not for everyone if they were there, but certainly for the fox. He struggled to keep his body from thrusting in the thick and constricting confines, lest he would set off his bulge even harder, and tease himself more for a climax that wouldn't ever come again.

There was a small voice in his head telling him to just give up, let it all happen and welcome the change into the monster he was destined to be. It wasn't like he was going to win.

"Wh-" *Gruuuuh!* "Where?"

Someone was whispering in his ear, but he was much too distracted to actually fight against it. A bit louder now, the voice was telling him that it would be okay, that there would be so much fun to be had. People to turn, goo to share, animatronics to dominate. All he had to do was to just let it happen. Just like with the pleasure, it would just wash over him and the goo would do the rest. It wasn't as if there was a fight left in him, but teasing him before the goo would fully take him over was much more satisfying.

Brushing past his face, ensuring that he would feel the sensual touch of the tight goo, a face was hanging in front of him…. Looking just like Springtrap.

"You probably have a lot of questions," he said, followed by a small dip in his gaze, looking at the fiery crotch, which suddenly inflamed with arousal.

*Graaaah!*

"But as you can notice, I don't need you to talk. I have grand plans for you, my host, and if you cooperate, I'll allow you to be Springtrap. You'll have so much fun when you see what I have in store for you. The only thing I need.." The goo costume rippled all over the fox, pulling and squeezing him into a more lithe frame, massaging every nook and cranny, apart from his uncovered face and tails.

"Is your unconditional consent."

"Nnnnngh!" The fox shot up, and with it some clarity returned: "No! *huff* Why?!"

"Come on, it isn't hard, just say it."

"I-" The fox shot up again, and his nulge pulsed in return, but there was no escape. Springtrap looked down at the fox's crotch and returned to his host's eyes. "Oh, I know what you want, and that's why you're holding out against me."

The goo in between the vulpine's legs was wildly swirling and sometimes crashing like waves against a steadfast dome of locked manhood. It squeeeeezed and puuuulled so hard against the erogenous zone that Foxfru's senses went into overdrive again.

The fox bucked and rutted the ground. His moans filled the stale air of the restaurant, but the only thing that kept him company was that Springtrap mask always hovering within range.

"Come on, it isn't hard. Just allow me to take you over and I can give you your release."

The mask smiled and the fox could feel his dick harden in the prison of the unrelenting goo bulge, his slit constantly violated by the invasive substance. The rabbit's face hanging in front of him relished in the fox's predicament. Below him, his bulge was growing tighter and tighter, massaging the vulpine length, engorging on the releasing pre.

All over, the suit rippled with more and more material as the fox hastened his own conversion. Not far above his crotch on the other side of his back, the expanding goo was attacking all nine of the tails. They flailed with a mighty power, but with their owner still writhing on the ground, their fires quickly consumed by the liquid. Ley Lines laid bare all over the fox, leeching mystical fire away from their original nine sources and flowed with a terrifying glow into the nulge. It throbbed with newfound might, but there was nothing that could break it out of its confinement, not even the awesome power of the nine tails. Instead, the hopelessness of his manhood was reinforced by a lock burning itself onto the fox. He could feel the power concentrating in his goo facilities, but he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"You love being useless, don't you? It's much easier if you just give in." The mask pulsed with power.

"That… Guh! You! Graaah! YOU LIE!" The fox was now flailing in a desperate effort to get off, but the only thing that happened was that the nulge was becoming hotter, fueled by his own passionate flames and the goo surrounding it squeezed even harder in between his legs. He was close, but his own magic and the goo powered by it were keeping him from that satisfaction. It was so simple, he would just utter the word, he'd get released and then he would leave his stupid body behind, and improve on himself. Why was he even writhing on the ground to begin with? He could just give in and everything would be over, no more struggling, just intense pleasure.

The idea of being able to use his powers in conjunction with his goo sent shocks from his nulge, making it burn brighter with the ideas of what he would be able to do with an army of gooey animatronics. All screaming and yearning to serve their master.

"Come on boy, just one paltry word, and it will all be over! Just imagine what being me feels like! Just say the word, one word, and I'll let you have your orgasm."

His nulge ripped open as a blackened fox dick ripped out, fire gushed everywhere as goo leaked out from the tip. The goo sprayed over all of his body, coating him with an even thicker layer, as the mask snapped onto his face. Permanently snapping his face into his grin. Fire engulfed the animatronic as he noticed what was happening. The magic had left its containment and spread all over his body, burning any wasteful flesh away and replacing it with goo and cold animatronics.

"Yess YESSS, I feel so alive!" He craned his neck over to his dick and started to suck himself off, pumping more of his own goo into his system, now from the inside and out, he was taking his rightful shape. With each suck, he could feel the phallus giving way, sucking into his mouth. Now constantly being fucked in the face, he moaned, this was heaven and he was his own angel of goo. And such an angel would need the right equipment. Immediately, his crotch filled up again with a fresh locked bulge and sensual area to rub out again, ready to store mystical energies he could build up.

He chuckled to himself, seemingly talking to his host: "I'll always come back."

The fire raged behind Springtrap, casting him in shadows as it blazed behind him. It was ironic; he was now harnessing the very same element which was his mortal downfall.

He'd make good use of this fox's talents, to use solely as his own.

"Foxfru!"

A voice echoed through the abandoned hallway. A flash of recognition shot through Foxfru: it was Ruweg! He was looking for him! Squelching and clanging through the now-blazing hallway, he caught up to the wolf. The vulpine didn't know how Ruweg got into the same game but he couldn't contain his joy that his friend was looking for him.

He almost tackled his friend, but a yell held him back: "AAAaaaah! What the FUCK are you?!" The wolf braced himself for an incoming attack from the hulking animatronic. "I'm a very fleshy wolf! Please don't stuff me in a robot!"

"Waitwaitwait! It's me, I'm Foxfru!" The former fox tried to explain.

The wolf put his arms down and became irate instead. "You're lying! Tell me something that only Foxfru would know!"

"Every morning you spend an entire half hour in the bathroom to get your markings

right!"

The wolf's face flashed with recognition, but also dropped at the remark: "Man, you make it sound like it's some kind of crime…"

"Sorry, but that was the first thing I could come up with…" He couldn't just let the conversation rest on that point, so he quickly changed the subject: "But I'm glad you're joining me in one of my game sessions! I thought you didn't like VRNaF at all!"

"What are you talking about?! You set the entire room on fire again!" The wolf shouted.

"Again? But this is VR! Anything I do over here won't affect the real world." The animatronic put a paw to his face.

"Just do me a favor and cut the fire and also–"

"I'll do you one better and use my tails to get rid of the fire immediately! Oooooh you know? I could just make the whole room fireproof! Why didn't I think of that earlier!"

"No! You'll only make it worse!"

Foxfru focussed his mind on his nine tails. He could feel the power accumulate, but he couldn't find the nine sources of his power. Far away there was a response, but he pushed that away from his mind. It wasn't what he was looking for. He dug deep into his psyche to find the power he always casually wielded.

"Uh Foxfru?"

"Yeah?"

"I know you're an animatronic and all, but that doesn't mean that having a locked crotch sprouting flames is normal."

"What the hell are you-" The fox looked down, and what he saw was beautiful. The power that was in his nine tails was now throbbing in his nulge, pulsing with might and lust. The way the fire was dancing before his eyes was mesmerizing and inspiring. Ideas of converting others into obedient gooey animatronics filled his mind as his eyes glazed over and spiraled out of control.

And just as sudden, it was foamed up. A defiant wolf had sprayed foam all over his mighty crotch. The flames died only for a moment, and ignited up again in indignation.

"We need to get out of here before this whole place burns down!" The fleshling urged, but Springtrap didn't budge. Instead, he reached for the canine's arm: "Silly little puppy, I have a much better plan for you than to simply run away. Just look into my eyes and listen to what I have to say."

"Uh…. How about no?"

"No? Didn't you take a good look at my eyes?" The handsome rabbit remarked, his words oozing with confidence, aided by eyes that even the most resilient of person could lose themselves into, including someone who would tell a.l you this- Right, narration: "See how deep and compelling they are. How inviting they are to gaze into?"

"Myeah, no." The canine shrugged. " I've noticed that Lucian has hypnotized me enough times that even he takes a full minute to get me going."

In frustration, the rabbit animatronic shrieked and burned once again with vigor. "YOU DEFIANT LITTLE PUP." he screamed: "I'LL MAKE YOU SUBSERVIENT THEN!!" He stuck two gooey fingers in the wolf's mouth, pumping goo straight into his system. The wolf sank to his knees as his eyes glazed over, inundated by the goo. As more and more liquid flooded his systems, it flooded out of his pores and draped thick goo all over him.

With the normally confident wolf going down, recognition flashed in Foxfru's eyes as he saw what he had done. He immediately pulled his fingers out,the damage he had done to his good friend shocked him. The goo was already claiming his face, neck, and shoulders.

"Oh my god! Ruweg! Tell me you're okay, that you're fighting it just like the hypnosis!"

"Damn, this stuff feels nice. It's warm to the touch, but the way it rides up my fur, it's better than any pets I've ever gotten."

"Wait! No! Fight it, Ru! Don't let the goo take over like it did with me!"

"But it's so goooooed. Like I want to give in."

"But I don't want to lose you!"

"But I've never felt any better," the wolf said with a crooked grin. His whole body was pulsing with goo, inflating his physique, pumping his muscles, strengthening his calves, and hardening his abs. With each wave, the goo propagated in his system and brought a whole new wave of growth with it. With audible pops and creaks, his frame was expanding well beyond Springtrap's stature. His fur grew out, disheveled, and his dick engorged on the goo filling his system. The quickly rising canine let out a dark laugh as he towered over the burning rabbit, looking so pathetic to him now, leaking excess goo as it quickly joined up with him again to overtake his legs.

The changing canine was panting heavily as his body was expanding, his figure reaching for the ceiling. As his muscles expanded out, that little bunny could not stand a single chance against the empowered canine. Between the pain of the shift, the monstrous wolf was laughing. "You know, little man, I can easily crush you like a tin can." He curled one of his biceps: "These guns aren't for show, you know." He laughed maniacally to emphasize his point.

In fact, the laughing didn't stop, even when the mad werewolf didn't stop. His head now filled with the many lewd acts he could perform with his new stature. Foolish fleshlings to rail, muscles to admire, and an engorged dick to enjoy. All this time, it was relentlessly throbbing in between his legs, gifted just as much by the goo as all the other parts of his body. Fucking and smacking was all he could think of, and that made him howl in crazed delight. He truly was a Twisted Wolf.

Springtrap chuckled and approached the wild canine without fear. He put a hand to the penis, which was well over a foot now, and began caressing it. "You know, you've always been so full of bravado…" His hand reached further for the tip, stilling the beast in arousal. "But I think that's just an act." The hands liquified. Now fused with the beast's dick, they went to work. Ruweg up above thrashed and whined. His system was overwhelmed by the ministrations of Springtrap. He bucked into him. He had to release. The anticipation and the arousal rose, but when he tried to thrust into the rabbit animatronic, he didn't feel anything.

Enraged with righteous anger, he looked down and couldn't believe his eyes. Springtrap was holding his dick. The wolf went to snap at him, but was immediately stopped in his tracks by a loooong and taaaaargent lick of his cock. All thoughts but arousal left his head as the dick pulsed and throbbed, but without the rest of its body, the dick couldn't complete the job. The wolf howled and yelped in agony of the orgasm not reaching him.

A smiling Springtrap was taunting him. "Awww… Does the little puppy want his little dick back?" The wild monster howled and yelped in response, not even words coming to him. "But I thought you were such a big and tough little wolf," he said, stroking the wolf's detached length another time. The last pre it had stored poured out, unexpectedly giving Springtrap's hands a cum bath. Instead of being appalled, Springtrap lubed the length in anticipation.

"It seems to have lubed itself up and ready to go. I can give it back to you, you know…" The wolf whined in response, not even feeling the release of his detached cock. His eyes filled with a primal need, his greatest tool and asset taken from him by this little man.

"But don't you worry, you two will be reunited soon enough."

The altered wolf lunged to snap at the defiant rabbit, but his charge was broken by his mouth being suddenly filled by a familiar object. It quickly lost all solidity and melted over his face. The taste was familiar: his own cock. Shoved one last time in his face to seal his fate.

The cock goo quickly spread out, blanking out the werewolf's face to become the first in a mindless army of gooped up animatronics. One by one, the wolf's thoughts extinguished. No more defiant attitude. No more usurping his master's will. Just an endless void of nothing, a blank page for new ideas to fill his head.

And those ideas came in quick. Ideas of subservience, submission. To serve, to give without taking. But those ideas weren't enough. He needed his master, in fact he needed to feed the flames that so passionately burned within his soul, but were doused by the asshole master who put him in this damn-

Falling to his knees, the wolf was now on eye level with Springtrap. "Well, well, did you get it out of your system?

"I will rip your throat outSYSTEM HAS REBOOTED, WHATEVER WAS IN HAS NOW

GONE OUT, MASTER."

"Oh, this is iiiiinteresting. And here I thought you were going to be simply sealed up."

"WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE OF ME?"

"Turn."

The wolf turned around with robotic precision and rested on his knees again..

"Present."

The drone spread his ass cheeks, giving the rabbit animatronic a good view of the altered wolf's ass.

"And now, receive."

"READY TO RECEIVE, SIR!"

"As you should be, drone slut."

Springtrap lined up his crotch and thrust, but it felt incredibly light, even though he was burning down there. The more he bucked, the more he realized why: he was still bulged up, with his passion fueling the fire in his crotch.

Instead of plowing his newly made drone, he settled for grinding his bulge against the wolf. Feeling the fire so close, the drone bucked backwards into Springtrap. It was a facsimile of getting fucked and feeling those fires so close to him filled his desires somewhat, but he had to be better, please his master more, so he pulled his body close.

Now the wolf was really riding the bulge, pistoning with gusto, but for as much effort as he put into it, he never could get close to getting that fire to fill him, always feeling empty, apart from the empty satisfaction that pleasing his master gave him.

"Enough." The burning animatronic ordered.

The drone rose and turned to face his master again. "UNDERSTOOD."

"You have done well, but you need to do more than that to please me."

Words of failure swirled around in the drone's head. He had to do better to please his master. Whatever his master wanted his slave to do, he had to fulfill to the fullest. Otherwise, the fires of passion would never reach him. He would not feel complete anymore. He had to SERVE, otherwise he wouldn't be WHOLE. It was his MASTER who made him whole, who drove him to become wild again, and reunite him with the spark of passion.

But he couldn't ponder on that, because his master was speaking: "I think I would need more servants like you. Bring them to me, and we should have a lot of fun." He chuckled to himself as he focussed on himself. "And you know what? Maybe I will fill that void in your soul a little." He held an ember of a flame in his hand, the smallest flicker mesmerizing his loyal drone. The drone could feel a bit of himself return to him, that his name was Twisted Hound, and that Springtrap designed him when he was human. It was inspiring, but as quickly as the revelation came, the flame snuffed out and the fog on his mind returned.

"Go and find me some schmucks to turn. It's going to take a while before the world will be turned to goo under my heel."

The drone tried with all of its might to fight the order, to get more of the flame that gave him his personality, but he couldn't fight his programming, the thing that would define him overriding any individual thought. Without protest, the hulking drone stomped out into the night, looking for fleshlings to convert.