“Gregory. You must be careful, I can sense the others are near.”
 
 
Came the gruff, yet calming voice of the one and only Freddy Fazbear, sounding out from the watch strapped to the young boy’s wrist.
 
 
“Ah don’t sweat it Freddy, if they haven’t been able to catch me by now, then I should be fine!”
 
 
Gregory chimed in with bravado, only to be met with a chilling growl rumbling out from behind him.
 
 
“I’m your favorite….Right?”
 
 
It was Roxanne Wolf, blurting out her favorite catchphrase as she pinned the small child to a wall behind him.
 
 
“Freddy! He-MMPPHH!”
 
 
Gregory tried to plead to his animatronic ally for help, only to be muffled by Roxanne’s paw as she snarled in frustration.
 
 
“Oh HELL no! You’ve had us running in circles all night, enough is enough!” She barked, grip tightening on the boy before another voice chimed in from behind Roxanne.
 
 
“Yeah, and it’s made us all sweaty!” Huffed the bubblebrained bird herself, Chica, fanning herself with her feathery digits as Gregory struggled against Roxanne’s mechanical grip. He managed to strain himself enough to pry away the finger sealing his mouth shut. He had but moments to call for help…
 
 
“Wait, you guys sweat?”
 
 
…And instead wasted it on an oblivious question. Such was the spirit of youth. This led to the two robots looking at each other in bewilderment with a casual shrug.
 
 
“You know I’ve never even thought about it” Chica chimed in, tapping a finger against her beak in contemplation as Roxanne just rolled her eyes.
 
 
“Who cares! All that matters now is that we have you, right where we want you!” Roxanne roared, bringing her face right up against Gregory’s in a display of intimidation. Her jaws spread open, preparing to clamp down upon his throat before the sounds of footsteps caught everyone’s attention.
 
 
“Shit it’s the guard! We can’t let her spoil the fun already!” Groaned Roxanne, slamming her fist into a nearby wall, cracking it.
 
 
“But what should we do? I don’t wanna let him go either” Pouted Chica, cheeks puffed out in a childish display.
 
 
“Well CLEARLY we need to hide the brat, but the question is where...Ah fuck it, we don’t have time!” Roxanne fumed to herself, bringing Gregory to her face.
 
 
“You say a WORD kid and your roadkill, got it?!” She snarled, quickly dropping Gregory to the ground. Before he could make a run for it however, a sight both terrifying and beautiful presented itself. Gray fur clad in tight red spandex, the foul tempered wolf had her moon hovering over the poor child. Before he could so much as utter a scream, the metallic meteor came crashing down, slamming down onto Gregory with the weight of an iron bull!
 
 
Roxanne sighed, grinding her titanium tuckus down without a shred of mercy or consideration for the kid underneath. Ignoring the barely contained snickers and giggles from her compatriot.
 
 
“Oh man, guess he’s not your favorite anymore!” Giggled Chica, earning herself a snarl from Roxanne before a flashlight shined upon the two of them.
 
 
“What are you two doing?! You're supposed to be on the lookout!” Huffed Vanessa, arms crossed with a scowl at the apparent laziness of the animatronics.
 
 
“Shove a pizza in it, Ness. I’m running low on power, it’s almost time for a recharge after all.” Roxanne lied through her teeth, further crushing the child under her ass by taking a lax, exhausted looking position.
 
 
“Yeah, and I’m here to help her in case she struggles to reach it!” Chica stated, playing wing-woman to Rxanne’s bluff.
 
 
Come on. Come on. Hurry up and leave already bitch! Roxanne thought to herself, resisting the urge to growl at Vanessa’s skeptical look. Forgetting all about Gregory for a moment, the wild wolf knew one surefire way to scare off this gutsy guard. Tilting ever so slightly to the side, she strained and let loose some of the “Exhaust” she had built up within her system.
 
 
BBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPLLLLRRRRPPPPRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!
 
 
A rancid smell began to fog up the corner they were in, leaving Vanessa coughing and hacking on the toxic mist wafting towards her face.
 
 
“Ugh! Seriously Roxanne?! Fine whatever, but if you see the brat, BRING HIM TO ME. This place has enough bad publicity as it is!” Yelled Vanessa as she marched off, eyes watering and stinging as the occasional cough could be used to measure the distance away she had skulked off to.
 
 
This was nothing compared to Gregory however, who had just taken the pungent payload straight to the face! His eyes stung, his lungs burned, it was pure hell! The compressing force of the robotic boulders crushing him left him no choice but to huff in the rotten air as his only oxygen supply.
 
 
After a few moments of sighing in relief and smirking in amusement at the situation, Roxanne’s face drooped in realization of what just happened. Jerking upright, the animatronic wolf looked behind her, only to see nothing left in the sizable imprint her rear end had left on the floor beneath her.
 
 
That’s when she felt it. The panicked and frankly ticklish squirmings of a frightened child lodged within her cheeks.
 
 
“Sheesh. I really AM your favorite aren’t I?~” Snarked Roxanne as she busted up laughing, hearing Chica do the same before letting loose a yelp at the cutesy chicken giving Roxanne’s rump a rather forceful smack.
 
 
“Man that looks fun! You know, games are more fun together, don’t you agree?~” Snickered Chica as she pressed her feathery white rump right up against Roxanne’s! What was left of Gregory was buried within the soft bubble butt of the bimbo bird! Every ounce of the boy was sealed against greasy fur, or sweat soaked feather pillows. Any attempts he made to scream only resulted in a mild vibration against the surrounding plumpness, and the salty taste of sweat in his mouth.
 
 
“My turn!” Cheered Chica, grunting and straining herself as the trash compactor she called a stomach. One could only imagine the horrors rotting within as an ominous groaning just crept closer and closer until…
 
FFFFFLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPRRRTTTT!!!!!! BBRRRMMMBBBPPPPRRRRLLLRRTPPPTPTPTPTT!!!!! FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!! PPPPPLLLLAAARRRPPPTTT!!!!
 
 
“Phewie! That pizza sure goes right through me!” Chica pardoned between sighs of relief, using her hands to fan the air around her beak in an act of futility. Roxanne’s farts were one thing, but these were on a whole different level! The stench of pure death and decay forced itself into every breath Gregory forced himself to take, his body attempting to flail in agony if it weren’t for the jiggling cheeks pinning him down.
 
 
“Jeez! Don’t kill him yet Chica! I’ve barely had any fun with him yet!” Argued Roxanne, grinding her ass harder against chica’s in an attempt to display dominance. Without missing a beat, the wiley wolf shoved a hand deep into the cavernous pits between the two of them. Grabbing ahold of Gregory’s head, she forced it hard against her twitching pucker to ensure he got the full experience.
 
 
FRRRRRRMMMMMFFFFFFRRRRRPPPRRTTT!!!! BBBBRRRRMMMMBBBRRRRPPPTTT!!!!!! FFFFRRRMMMMBBRRRRTTTT!
 
 
“Ahhh~ Yeah, that’s the stuff~” Sighed Roxanne in bliss, scrubbing Gregory’s face all over her crack like the pathetic little sweat rag he was. She basked in smug pride as Gregory choked, his squirms weakening from Roxanne’s rancid display. Only to be reminded of what true hell smelled like as another quiet burst blasted out from Chica’s end.
 
PFFFRRRRTTT!
 
 
“Hehe, ‘scuse me~” Giggled Chica in a falsely adorable fashion as Roxanne huffed.
 
 
“You are NOT better than me. I hope you know that right.” Pouted Roxanne, her tail lifting for another burst.
 
 
FRRRPPPRRTTT!!!
 
 
“Hmm…I beg to differ, at least in this instance~” Chica smirked, grinding harder against Gregory as more toxic smog flooded his airways.
 
 
FRRRPPPTTTT!!!
 
 
And so it went, back and forth without victor as consciousness began to slip away. Gregory’s eyes falling shut in what he assumed would be his end…
 
 
…Yet it wasn’t. Untold hours later, Gregory awoke inside a recharge station, the window just out of his reach to obscure him from view.
 
 
“Phew…Must’ve just been a bad dream, right Freddy…Freddy?”
 
 
A mumbled groan and a tightened grip showed this wasn’t Freddy. Panic set in as he realized he was trapped in the tube with Roxanne! The menacing wolf looking almost peaceful in slumber as her arm clutched the young boy against her chest much like a child would their favorite toy.
 
Well…At least I’m safe. Gregory thought. Though there was something he hadn’t counted on...A relieved expression forming on Roxanne’s face as a rancid ripper flooded the airtight tube in a dense green fog. Gregory’s screams of horror unheard to the world outside as he got another sample of what his new life entailed…
 
 
THE END.