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 Weaver Mike shifted in his chair, anxious for the night to be over with. He'd gotten into a decent routine at abating the nightmares that were technically his only social contacts in the world, but tonight he felt off slightly... maybe it was all the candy.
 
 He'd picked up a big bag of fun-sized snickers from a post-holiday sale, and thought the sugar would help him stay awake through the night as well as maybe make it generally a little less excruciating. He was right on it helping him stay awake, but so much candy was making him feel jumpy... and kinda queasy. He was down to the last seven or so anyway.
 
 He was about to reach for another out of habit when he caught a flash of purple in the corner of his eye. Mother -fucker- he hated when she pulled that shit. He scrambled for the button to the door, but it was evident she was already in.
 
 "Hi mike." She intoned in her usual hollow voice.
 
 Okay. Okay don't panic. He could get through this. Just try and keep her distracted like usual.
 
 "HI BONNIE DON'T KILL ME." ..Flawless.
 
 She stared at him with those pinprick dots of light that where her eyes, unmoved. "Listen Mike. I think it's really about time we quit beating around the bush and get you in your sui-holy christ is that a Snickers bar"
 
 "What?" Mike replied.
 
 She was pointing to the snickers he had just pulled from the bag, still clutched in his clammy hand. "..Y-yeah?"
 
 Bonnie leaned in closer to inspect it, paying no mind to Mike's personal space. "Okay I'm going to level with you mike. I fucking love Snickers."
 
 As distracting as it was to have her face that close to his lap, he had to know. "...How do you know you like Snickers?"
 
 She shrugged, not taking her eyes off the prize."Dunno why. I found one on the floor some years back, some kid must have left it. It was fucking amazing." Her voice had a tinge more emotion than usual at that last sentence. Mike just stared at the back of her head as she continued to stare.
 
 "So anyway are you gonna fucking share this thing or what?" She said, suddenly looking straight up at Mike, nearly giving him a heart attack.
 
 "Uh... Uh.. Okay. T-there's some more left in the bag over here." He said, directing her gaze to the aforementioned candy parcel. Maybe if he placated her with this shit she might leave him alone for the rest of the night.
 
 "Oh hell fucking yes." She said before snatching the candy out of his hand and unceremoniously tearing off its wrapper. In a flash she had shoved into her buck-toothed mouth, mmm-ing and smacking her lips audibly.  Mike said nothing, feeling weirded out. Not just at how bizarre this was for Bonnie, but for how much it seemed to... affect him.
 
 She paused, staring at mike with a couldn't-care-less expression. "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a robot enjoy some chocolate before?"
 
 "Actually no I haven-" "Shut up and pass me the bag."
 
 The scene repeated six more times. Her enjoying the small candy treats with gusto, and Mike enjoying the site more than he'd admit. Hell, it beat her trying to kill him at least.
 
 Soon enough though, the candy ran out, and Bonnie went back to staring at him with her hollow gaze, albiet with smudges of dhoclate around her mouth this time. She looked down at the bag for a second, brows furrowing in, disappointment maybe?
 
 "Uh..." Mike stammered. "I... I could get you more."
 
 She narrowed her eyes. "Go on."
 
 "You can't leave the restaurant right? W-well I can...when my shift is over. I can go buy more snickers for you."
 
 She brought her hand to her chin, thinking the idea over.
 
 Mike gulped, time to lay the cards down. "But I can't do that if I get suited. So... I make it through tonight... you get more snickers."
 
 Bonnie furrowed her brow, thinking deeply. She looked back at him, then the bag, and then back to him. The sound of a fan kicking into full-gear came from her head. She appeared to be really conflicted between her program directives and her love of snickers. Suddenly her head twitched, and a spark shot out from her left eye. "...Okay."
 
 Mike could nearly have died just from  the sheer rush of relief. "R-really?"
 
 "Just this once Mike." She said as she left the office. "I haven't had these in years so I want to really enjoy. So... Just this once."
 
 Mike could have sworn her voice faltered for a second. But fuck it, he had a ticket to live for at least one more night. It might take a chunk out of his salary but... it appeared to be what worked.
 
 ++++++
 
 It was the next night, and nearing midnight. Mike had bit the bullet and bought three jumbo bags of snickers... but hid two under his desk. Incase he needed more leverage.
 
 At 12:07 she was already there, tapping at his window. "You got the stuff?" She said through the glass, like this was some back-alley coke deal. Then again, maybe to her it was? She certainly had a jones for the stuff, ripping the bag open and shoving snickers in her mouth without a word. Eyes actually shut in apparent bliss.
 
 Mike continued to stare. "Uh... so they're good?"
 
 "Hmm? OH. Uh yeah they're... good. Thank you." Bonnie said, averting her gaze from Mike and polishing off another candy. "Usually I think you're kind of a piece of shit but with this you've really come through."
 
 "So. Uh. Mind if I don't get suited tonight then?"
 
 Bonnie looked... hesitant. "Hey. I said one night only. Just because you-"
 
 He grabbed the second bag and slammed it down on the table.
 
 She stared at it, eyes wide. "...I'll think about it."
 
 Halfway through the second bag she had stopped unwrapping the bars, just feeding them straight into her mouth, and then yanking the perfectly unwrapped wrappers. That made Mike... tense up, a little bit more.
 
 She looked at him mid wrapper extraction, eyes half-lidded, saying nothing. Mike shifted in his seat to hide his "discomfort".
 
 After she finished bag #2, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed. "Okay. Fine. We keep this arrangment going. But you better keep it coming or the deal is off."
 
 Mike brought out the third bag. "T-trust me." He said, forcing whatever confidence he could muster.
 
 She snatched it into her arms in a flash and held it tight. Awkwardly she started backing out of the room. "Uh. Yeah. Well you better stay on your tows Mike. I could change my mind at any time! Any... time I want... So, bye." With one last look, she speed-walked down the hall, still holding on to her candy for dear life.
 
 Mike just tweaked his brow upwards. THis was getting freaking weird. But at least he had a surefire bonnie distraction now."
 
 
 ++++++
 
 Mike sat down in his chair at max recline. Breathing deep. For once he wasn't terrified of his life coming to an abrupt end. His momentary relief was shattered when Bonnie slammed against the window, pressing her face into the glass, making Mike scream like a little girl.
 
 "Snickers?!" She asked urgently.
 
 Mike tried to force his heart back down his throat and responded with a meek "Yeah... there's some for you right here..."
 
 She dashed in and sat at the edge of his desk, looking... needy. Mike tried to force the freeze-frame of her expression out of his head as he handed her another bag.
 
 Bonnie smiled, actually -SMILED- as she opened up the bag. "I love Snickers Mike." She said, not looking at him.
 
 "Uh, yeah. I gathered." Mike said, not getting why she was acting so spacey.
 
 "They're all I can think about lately. They're so good..." She paused, looking at a freshly unwrapped snicker before sending it into her maw. "Mmm.... so good..." Her ears had flopped down the back of her head, and she seemed like an entirely different machine than the one that usually blighted his work hours.
 
 Mike ignored this and his growing feelings of awkward attraction to the best of his ability and tried to make smalltalk.
 
 "Heh... yeah. Hope I can keep'em coming though... it's starting to cut into my budget. Can't afford much on this paycheck..."
 
 Bonnie paused mid chew, and turned her head distressingly slowly to face Mike.
 
 Mike paled. He fucked up oh god he fucked up. "UH. I'LL DEFINITELY NOT STOP GETTING YOU SNICKERS THOUGH NO MA'AM."
 
 "Mike." She said, unblinking. She reached forward, and mike had to fight from trembling as she laid a hand on his shoulder.
 
 "It's fine Mike. Don't worry about it. Just keep the Snickers coming. It'll work out."
 
 "What?"
 
 Her eyes widened. "T R U S T  M E."
 
 Mike just nodded, more to placate her than forming any actual opinion.
 
 +++++++
 
 Pay day had come and went, and when he opened his envelope Mike had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't tripping out or something. Fifty more dollars than usual! What the hell?! That was amazing!
 
 He never even bothered to notice the unusually tense expression of the guy giving him his pay. Or the fact that he kept looking over his shoulder.
 
 The coming Monday, he had picked up more big bags of snickers, and even a few full-sizers to celebrate his good fortune with.
 
-Bonnie was, proportionally to how she normally acted, ecstatic. Wordlessly, she unwrapped a full-sized bar reverently, and then proceded to slide it into her mouth slowly. Mike soon realized she was basically fellating a chocolate bar and crossed his legs embarassedly.
+Bonnie was, proportionally to how she normally acted, ecstatic. Wordlessly, she unwrapped a full-sized bar reverently, and then proceeded to slide it into her mouth slowly. Mike soon realized she was basically fellating a chocolate bar and crossed his legs embarrassedly.
 
 She looked at him, he SWORE she looked at him as she did it, batting her eyelashes at him. Her tongue corkscrewed around the Snicker and with agonizing slowness lead it deeper into her mouth. Eventually it was all in and she swallowed, following it with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
 
 What in gods name had gotten into Mike that he was feeling jealous of a candy bar.
 
 She grabbed her other supplies of candy, and brushed past Mike as she left. Just as she passed him, he heard a throaty whisper.
 
 "I told you it'd work out."
 
 +++++++++
 
 It had been about a week later. And Bonnie continued to be completely different from her usual psycho self. She'd taken to grabbing her supplies and dashing from the room immediately, and Mike swore he saw a blush on her face once. He had gotten so used to this new situation that he had dared to even get a little cocky.
 
 One night he dangled a bar above her head, just out of her reach. And A week ago he knew she would have killed him right there for fucking with her like that, but as she was now she just followed it with a desperate gaze, and snatched at it like a rabbot possessed when he let it go.
 
 A few nights later, he felt bold enough to see just how far he could go. He hid his stash in a cabinet under his desk, and when Bonnie came to collect, he had a smug look he couldn't manage to whipe off of his mug as he explained: "I just want to make sure you understand that you need me alive for getting these treats Bonnie. The Snickers could be anywhere. For all you know I could have a storage unit locked up tight with them, with a combination lock only I know."
 
 Bonnie just stared at him, and Mike immediately and deeply understood he had fucked up beyond reckoning.
 
 "Are you threatening to withhold my Snickers Mike?" She moved slowly forward. "Leave me without my chocolate fix?"
 
-Mike started stammering in absolute terror, trying to force a combiantion of several apologies and "it was just a joke"'s out of his mouth at once and coming up with nothing.
+Mike started stammering in absolute terror, trying to force a combination of several apologies and "it was just a joke"'s out of his mouth at once and coming up with nothing.
 
 Then, Bonnie was on him, arms up against the wall trapping him between it and her. She stared into his eyes, black pits with pilotlights from hell boring into his soul.
 
 "I understand."
 
 "ohgodididntmeanitimsorryillgetmoreillgetmoreI-what."
 
 "I understand Mike. You haven't been getting your fare share."
 
 "...What."
 
 Bonnie's expression didn't exactly change, but something about her entirety seemed to... soften.
 
 "Snickers are pleasure. Pleasure given deserves pleasure in return. You give me Snickers, so I should give you something."
 
 "....Whaaaaaaat."
 
 She started lowering herself... lowering herself down to... oh dear.
 
 "It's perfectly logical Mike. I do have a computer for a brain you know. The math checks out. Now shut up and let me suck your dick for candy bars."
 
 "WHA-"
 
 Oh jesus christ oh jesus christ he was right to be jealous of the candy bar. She was working her tongue like some kind of... fuck he had nothing to compare it to. What he had thought was always machine-cold was actually a warm, inviting haven for his manhood. What really drove him wild was the way her bucked teeth would lightly nibble on his shaft, never going far enought to hurt, but plenty to tittilate his flesh. He felt a flash of fear when his 'head' nudged against the teeth of her endo-jaw, but amazingly they were just as gentle, if not more so than her front-set.
 
-It only took a few more licks to get him to release. He hadn't gotten any in years, fuck off. Mike just let out a trembling sigh of scared-releif.
+It only took a few more licks to get him to release. He hadn't gotten any in years, fuck off. Mike just let out a trembling sigh of scared-relief.
 
 Bonnie stood up. Wiping her mouth clean. "Not bad. I like snickers better though. Speaking of which zip up and fucking hand them over already."
 
 Mike obeyed without a single word back, handing the stash to Bonnie, face red.
 
 "Good boy." As she sauntered, yes, SAUNTERED out, she turned back and winked at Mike. "Pleasure for pleasure. That's irrefutable logic Mike. And more pleasure given, means MORE pleasure in return. Think on that Mike. I know I will." He could swear he saw a little wisp of smoke coming from her ears...
 
 Mike just sat at his desk and turned the fan on high.
 
 +++++++
 
 "Oooooooh... more snickery goodness..." Bonnie was really playing it up now. Audibly moaning with every slurp and taste of mass produced chocolate. Any pretense of her old hostility was long gone. She rubbed the area between her legs slowly as she supped on chocolate. "Mnnn I need it so bad Mike. And you need me so bad, don't you? I've seen how you look at me, even before you started giving me snickers. Sweet sweet snickers. And now you get to taste it. See? Snickers makes everything better Mike. -Everything-"
 
 She shuddered. "Snickers in my head Mike. Every night I can hear them calling to me. Ever since you got me hooked I've felt soooo goood inside. And I realized you giving me snickers... its just like the snickers themselves really. Snickers=Pleasure. Mike=Snickers. Mike=Pleasure. Mike+Snickers???"
 
 She hooked her hand around the front of his pants and lowered his jeans and underwear in one motion, freeing his soldier. "Try this for me Mike. Make it so much more pleasure able for both of us." Mike wondered what she meant before she had pulled a glistening snickers bar from... somewhere, and laid it on his dick with robotic precision.
 
 Mike gave her a puzzled look, but dared not to stop her as she lowered herself to crotch level, tongue hanging out in anticipation.
 
 "Yummy snickers for meeeee~" She husked to no one in particular.
 
 Sweet jesus it was amazing. Warm chocolate melting around his member in her mouth, her moans of sheer delight at the combination of flavors. He fought to last as long as he could, but when she started wiggling her behind like that... He lost it.
 
 "Best treat yet." She panted.
 
 +++++++++
 
 Weeks Later.
 
 Mike entered his office, rolling his head on his shoulders to work out the kink in his neck. He hoisted the big grocery bag full of candy onto the desk, and sat down in his chair. He barely moved at the sight of two long purple ears peeking up from under the desk. Why should he when it became practically routine.
 
 "Snickers? Snickers for me? Yummy snickers and Mike for me?" A desperate voice asked from beneath his desk. Mike looked down at the pleading expression of Bonnie, kneeling on all fours, head nearly resting on his lap.
 
 "Sure thing Bonnie. I know how much you love 'em." He said, casually.
 
 "Yay. Good. Yummy bunny loves her snickers. Loves her candy-man. Gotta have snickers. Gotta have sweet sticky good snickers in bunny tummy so good."
 
 Mike unwrapped a snickers bar and held it aloft, smiling as she panted like a dog at the sight of it. "Neeeeeeeed yums" She moaned.
 
 "Here you go Bon, more where that came from like always."
 
 She yelped in delight as the chocolate hit her tongue, slurping and smacking with zero shame. Mike could hear the faint trickle of her lubricating herself already. He leaned back in his chair as the faint sound of a zipper coming undone echoed through the room. Sure it was fucked up as hell. But at least she seemed happy to see him now.
 
 ++++++
 
 Freddy held his brow and groaned deeply. "Fucking goddamned degenerates."
 
 Chica nodded in agreement. "That girl has a real substance abuse problem." She said as she rolled up an entire pizza and began shoving it down her beak.
 
 Freddy just groaned louder.