Pizza Sex Animatronics

      Like a metronome, the guy walked monotonously through puddles, not paying attention to the surrounding bottomless darkness of the countryside. The silence was cut by the splashes of those puddles, which pretty much soaked the worn jeans. Crossing another empty parking spot, he looked up at the only thing in the radius of the block that radiated light.       Yellowed from time, broken in some places and exposing the buzzing lamps, the signboard. For some reason, such things cause nostalgia even among the youngest, those who cannot have memories of this very past, genetic memory transmitted from parents or magic is not clear. You can say for sure now it was a real nostalgia. The aroma of hot pizza tickled the nostrils again, the ghosts of the past heard children's laughter somewhere there, in the depths of the soul.        Unbeknownst to himself, the guy stopped examining every dim corner of it. A good old bear, with a microphone in his hand, was calling to visit the institution. An institution that has been missing for many years, at least in its original form. The changes brought joy only to investors and children. Those who knew the institution from the first years of opening did not want to come there anymore. Another nail in the coffin of the restaurant were incidents that forced the restaurant to close indefinitely.        Cigarette smoke slightly blurred the picture before his eyes, bringing him back to reality, in which there was no place for nostalgia. A muffled voice muttered discontentedly: — A fucking rarity. There are also mercury lamps in it. So it hums harder than it shines. — The guy threw away the cigarette and reached into his torn pocket to look for a mobile phone. The screen of “Siemens” turned out to shine much brighter than the signboard. My eyes literally burned. — Eleven. — The guy looked at the sky, on which there was nothing, only a barely noticeable moon. The rest was swallowed up by thick clouds. Afraid to get caught in the rain, he went under the sign. — Early.       Out of the total darkness, there was a click and a short creak of the door:       — Good evening. — My eyes haven't got used to it yet and it wasn't clear who was saying it. —Steve," the Silhouette held out his hand.       —Kyle, — the guy replied, looking at the interlocutor and shaking his hand in return.        Steve is a day shift security guard, he used to work at night, but explained the transition to the day with stress: “The night watchman has a shift for two, and we have a shift for five. Therefore, the old ones quickly leave. Yes, well, many young people can't stand it.”        He explained some circumstances that Kyle might not have been informed about over the phone. For example, now the building is undergoing major repairs and it is necessary to pass only through the main entrance, which is pleasantly impressive even without repairs. On the one hand, a friendly decorated ticket office with all sorts of colored ribbons and flags for buying tickets and souvenirs, which are located on the wall shelves at the back, and on the other hand, an extensive dressing room, the end of which is not visible in the dark, Kyle's dressing rooms of theaters that he saw only in fragments of films surfaced in his head.        Steve went behind the cash register where he turned on the light, dim as a signboard. He called me over and showed me the alarm. He gave the tablet and hesitated, pointing to the guard's uniform folded in a pile. Steve was distracted from contemplating the dark, shiny cap and flashlight by poking his finger into the tablet. As it turned out, the work begins with a dull inspection of the room and checking the presence of everything: numbers in the wardrobe, the number of posters, tables in each hall, and they are still stacked on top of each other and stand against the wall, as well as chairs. Pull the handles checking whether the doors are locked, monitor which lamps are working. As a mockery, there is a field “Notes about the incident" on each page.       — Yes, this is nonsense. — Kyle objected angrily, which caused doubt in his professionalism. — Why the fuck does a guard have to do this?        Steve narrowed his eyes reproachfully, although due to poor eyesight he often does this when looking closely, but this is not the case:       — Are you sure you've read the contract? The guard pulled the tablet towards him.        — Exactly, I didn't get into everything, but I read it.        Kyle did not receive leniency with his lies, but the conflict did not occur either. Steve just wanted to get home as soon as possible, but he was afraid that the new guy would do something:       — There could be old contracts left in the security office, get acquainted ... — Releasing the tablet, he glanced in the direction of the main hall. — And if you've read it, you know that it's forbidden to go up on stage.        — But there is even a column for writing animatronics malfunctions, like to include—        — Only an external inspection from the hall. Steve interrupted. — We can only touch them with the permission of the engineer or director... well, in emergency situations... during the daytime. — Coughing, Steve turned towards the exit, — I have to go. Turn off the lights, check everything and go to the security room. Further instructions will be given there.        The last words sounded rather mysterious, but Kyle decided not to go into details, you never know, suddenly it is written in the contract. Silently escorting a colleague, he turned off the light, locked himself in and turned on the alarm.       — “Check everything and go to the security room.” Fuck, why do I have to do this kind of shit?! — the guy practically threw lightning bolts, running his eyes over the items, — I'm a security guard. Not a commodity expert, not a manager, but... here are the bitches! Got a fucking light job. — Kyle quickly came to the main hall wanting to end the most difficult — the bill of posters and spotlights. — So, next... here it is. — I noticed a line with a pen, — Now I'll take a closer look at you.       The flashlight shines just disgusting, and even blinked. I had to hit him hard. When he finally lit up properly, Kyle was upset:       — Yeah, Freddy, what have they done to you? You're not a bear, but a decorated barrel of honey... — the current animatronic was very different from what Kyle remembers.               In the nineties, the father was able to bring the guy here. Only a small part of that day was remembered by the boy, but in that very part there was a bulky and formidable Freddie. Who seemed to be able to crush a child and not notice, and his deep bass scared the children who came for the first time, but always delighted the parents. Now it is an overly pretty fat man with an ugly muzzle of a strange brown color. Bonnie is not even comparable to her former self. He looks like... a pervert, an exhibitionist and a rapist. The former one was somewhat restrained, a pacifist, you might say. Perhaps the perception is influenced now by the bright blue color and red unnecessary cheeks. And the old creepy Chick, whose face expressed the torments of hell? Kyle ran the flashlight over her successor from top to bottom several times:        — Your mother, Chika. If you were in my time, boys would have grown up much earlier. — This Chick looked like a prostitute. short pink shorts, which can be called underpants, which clearly highlighted the hips. Shadows on the eyelids and an apron barely covering the chest, which according to the designer's idea should be here, add mesh tights, a choker, bright lipstick on the beak and you can put it on the track. — Your mother. Does the creator know that a pretty sex doll should have such a body? — Overly prominent hips, waist, chest. Calculating by eye, Kyle decided that her parameters were seventy-five, seventy, eighty. Unlike Bonnie and Freddie, who didn't need cheeks, red circles added sweetness to her. The inspection of the remaining premises went unnoticed, the posters were counted almost instantly, and the furniture, too.       At the office, Kyle decided to change into the issued uniform. Two weeks had passed since her last wash, and the lousy smell of forgotten underwear was distinct, but she was ironed. Thanks to Steve. Now Kyle looks presentable, except for the sneakers that have been asking for the trash for a long time.       An office, the lightest and most unusual room, a small room with a table in the center, a thin monitor pushed to its edge, some kind of equipment, and the ubiquitous garbage that has lived here since the opening. Kyle decided to familiarize himself with the duties of the guard, in case there were any other points. Several stacks of different documents scattered here and there. Simply put, they were lying everywhere: on the table, on the floor, in, and on the trash, on the drawers at the office, on the lockers, and even on the walls next to children's drawings attached like them: stationery buttons.       After digging around, we managed to find several other papers to be shredded, they mentioned the negotiations of the "Fazbers" With a certain company “Si. Fe.” Everything that was printed below the table of contents was spoiled. Basically, the letters were printed on top of each other, turning the text into an unreadable mess, in the end it was possible to find a clean version. The paper said that "Si. Fe." Asks for consultation with the company's engineers, and also offers to buy out old animatronics and even the rights to them.        — Old ones? They sent it when the fazbers put plastic fuckers, so about seven years ago... and the letter was sent two years ago. Strange. — Kyle accidentally noticed a nondescript detail on the surface of the sheet, something else was attached to the paper, obvious dents from the paper clip spoke about it, - It looks like the old ones were sold. He leaned back in his chair and crumpled up the paper. — Threw the lump to the trash. — They were normal.        Interest in the sold animatronics grew: how long ago were they taken away; were they informed how they would be changed; and are they not standing on the stage now? All this did not give rest, the guard wanted to find out the details. At the same time, you can also explore the workplace.        After a cursory inspection, it turned out: a bunch of wires on the floor led to a video surveillance system that miraculously works to this day, the wires hanging from the walls were intended for a camera inside the office and a server that does not exist, which means the cameras work only in real time, well, or there is a third-party server outside the institution.        Judging by the diagram on the monitor, two floor vents were coming out of the office. Now they have been forced into wooden boxes. In addition to the junk in the office, there were a lot of things like frames, colored mugs with characters, figures, but the eye never caught on to something specific, except for the phone.        On an archaic device, next to the swamp-green screen of the clock, a bright green light flashed, and an annoying call corresponding to the seventies immediately rang. Reluctantly, the guard presses the call acceptance button and the old speaker transmitted an unexpectedly pleasant sound:        — Welcome the new member of the Fazber family! This is a short instruction— The voice of a professional announcer suddenly hung hoarse on the last word. The phone had a function of recording a conversation on a cassette. The motor began to spin the babins, but not for recording, but for reproducing what was recorded earlier. Kyle held his breath and stared at the antique device. The tape quickly unwound to a characteristic rubbing sound that quickly mixed with a sprawling motor and finally reproduced background noises and short interruptions:       — Hi, you're new here, so—       The recording of a voice, more human, was interrupted. Such a simple, tired voice. The overly happy and fake announcer was broadcasting again:       — After minor problems with the animatronics systems of the old series and the first "Toy" Series, it was decided by vote to change them to safer ones—       The old entry popped in again:        — And so, the first night. Bon-bon is due out today and... — loud wheezing of the speaker, — Just watch out for—       The voices continue to replace each other:       — Now the Animatronics available in the restaurant do not just punch faces at the police base, they will also scan you. But they also react to aggressive behavior, are able to detain a potentially dangerous person and take them to a safe room. This is necessary to protect children. The voice paused, as if the announcer had turned over a piece of text or someone was adjusting it. — Regarding your work: Do not worry about the night activity of our mechanical workers, this is necessary for updating routes and testing servos before day work. They won't hurt you. The animatronics guard is perceived as the same animatronics. Your cap can be said to be an employee's passport. — He joked.       — "Toy" Animatronics can be deceived only with the help of Fredd's head—       — During the planning in the service room, it was found out that one spare head of old Freddy is missing. Fortunately, we found her in the security office.—       — It works with the others as well, except—       — Please keep in mind that now animatronics belong not only to our company, but also to our partners, who kindly update robots, by the way, they are now working on an updated puppet.       — just keep an eye on the generator and the puppet.       — to other events of your point. You have to carry out repairs in the premises for employees. You are very lucky. We hope you will be happy to work with us.       Both recordings stopped. The head seemed to be filled with bricks, logical chains were trying to build themselves.There are questions: there is nothing about the puppet in the letter “Si. Fe.”, there are no traces of repair work in the office. And why would "Fazbers" Find partners? Why update routes if the building is the same?       At the back of the restaurant, like a heavy cane, it slowly tapped on the floor. Kyle glanced at the noisy monitor, quickly switching cameras found the reason — Bon-bon began to wander around the hall. After a minute of watching the blue, the eye caught on the stage. Freddy stood motionless, but Chika changed outwardly. The eyes turned black with white luminous pupils, the beak disappeared. At first, the guy decided that he was imagining things, but after she looked directly into the camera and went in the direction of the corridor, the doubts disappeared. Fear appeared, behind which, excitement grew. Without a beak, her mouth seemed wider and the visible teeth of the endoskeleton formed into an insanely happy smile. Black eyes with small white pupils were like the cherry on the cake of a sadistic face. Sick fantasy instantly built pictures of intercourse with her face. Or rather her face with Kyle. There is a logical explanation for this — Deterrence.       Kyle loves bdsm, but is extremely unsuccessful in this. Being in a relationship, he constantly asked the girl to try on different images: mistress, gyara, yandere. For more than a year of role-playing games, Kyle tried only “velvet BDSM” with a girl, which did not satisfy anyone, and now, after almost a year of no sex, Kyle, with his increased libido, wanted to get laid with anyone, only now he was afraid that if he did it with a robot, they would find out about it, at best in case they get fired.       Contrary to common sense, it was getting tight in his pants, focusing on solving a physiological problem, he noticed late how Bon-bon came into the office.       A silent scene. The frightened guard sits on the spot, afraid to breathe and the hare. Standing right in front of him and crouching attentively looking at the person. After standing and staring into the soul for about a minute, the blue one with the characteristic sounds of the drives turned around and walked out of the office.       "It was fucking stressful. Hu... it ended well, and what the fuck was on it?” — When the guard came to his senses and examined the rabbit, he noticed a certain tape. Like an animatronic-colored masking tape. When the robot is on stage, the tape is not visible from the audience. It covered the fingers and the area from the groin to the center of the abdomen, and if it did not seem, then the place under the tail was also taped. "Fuck, why did I look there?! " The excitement caused by the Chick prompts excessive curiosity. This mixture makes itself felt at an unnecessary moment.       Kyle would have continued to torment himself with thoughts of a rabbit holding his head, but he was prevented by a Chick who visited the office. In front of her, the guard was calmer, only the face of the chicken caused a mixed feeling and attracted her, because of this, it was not possible to get a good look at her body, and not remarkable cheeks caused an involuntary smile. When she left, Kyle carefully examined her ass. There was also a tape, the ass itself is quite ordinary, for a girl, maybe acceptable for an animatronic. The guy bit his lower lip and mentally fingered him imagining how elastic he could be if she were a person, and not a piece of plastic.       Animatronics continued to walk, but instead of “building a route” they stared at the cameras causing alarm, but not the chicken, it aroused interest. The guy wanted to leave the office and walk around the building away from the animatronics, but remembered a favorite clause of the contract — not to leave the security office until the end of the shift. At four in the morning, Freddie left the stage, Kyle was even glad about it, he wanted to find out as soon as possible if there was a tape on Freddie, but the joy of watching the ass caused questions to himself. The bear had already disappeared from the cameras, and soon appeared in the corridor in front of the office, just at the moment when Chika was leaving it. During the repeated chicken scan, the guard was more collected and noticed that the tape was on the apron, circling the chest.       Finally, the bear got to the office, it is not surprising that he also had a tape in the groin area, but it was not in the back.       A lot of questions have appeared during this shift, but they should be asked not to Steve, but to someone higher up.       The shift is over. At exactly six o'clock, the clock on the phone blinked three times, the animatronics went on stage. Kyle calmly changed his clothes and started the report, in which he did not dare to write about anything, although it was difficult not to report that robots walk at night, but this is the norm here, probably like the fact that they stare at cameras. Before the exit, Kyle approached the stage for the last time and examined the animatronics, and now it seemed that Chick's appearance had changed. The apron had a slightly different shape, as if it had deflated.       At seven o'clock, as if on cue, Steve came, as unhappy as Kyle, but dressed as a man in his thirties should be:       — Scared? — he asked, looking through Kyle's notes on the tablet.              — Yes... but I think I'll get used to it. — The guy watches as his notes are sent to the cash desk drawer.       — Nothing happened?       — Nothing that would seem strange for this place.       Steve smiled easily, apparently the guy began to understand the essence of the pizzeria:       — I'm glad to hear it. Now go home and sleep it off, at first it will be difficult to get used to working at night. — Steve pulled up his trousers, — It's time for the old man to work.