lols fanfic

A night drowned in a peaceful void, the air hugging my naked skin was just right. Haven't slept like this for perhaps, a hundred years, to sleep in the nothingness was the requiem for a soul that, perhaps once suffered, yet couldn't care anymore. I was dead, and of that I was sure: All the worries and laments, gone, but...how did I get here? And now I hear them, the screams. Not the kind an animal makes, but the ones that roar in a stormy night, the ones that flash in a bright explosion of terrifying and only leave behind an ugly darkness; the soft sobbing of a million tears that follow suit and wet the mortal earth, before being violently shushed by the screams, that only manage to make the sobbing louder, into a cry that drives one to madness. And the clink clink clank clank clink clink...

-"Mr. Graham, Pace?" - A soft raspy voice shouts, returning me to life.

--"Ah, ah, yes! Here!"-- I managed to mumble as I scan my surroundings...A rather tidy alcove, table on the center with some magazines and a vase...

-"Dr. Sterling is ready to see you, now, sir..."- the plumb, pleasant looking black lady states, sitting behind a desk. -"Had a bad dream, Mr. Graham?" - she adds with a soft smile

--"Heh, nah... I'm, just a light sleeper, 's all, heh"-- I stammered. Smiling condescendingly, she gets up her desk and opens the door straight down the hall behind her.

-"The doctor will be with you shortly, sweetie. Make yourself comfy in the long chair"- I hear as I pass her by and lie down on the sofa. This place is rather neat, full of bookshelves, and a couple of tables full of odd memorabilia. Dr. Sterling seems fond of creature critters, it seems, and one of the glass figurines is stealing my attention: A red, cartoony-

-"Welcome, Mr. Graham!"- A firm but pleasant voice greets and shakes my hand --"I'm Dr. Sterling, your new therapist! I've been informed you've never attended any kind of therapy before, despite your, umm..."--suddenly humming in doubt. Emerging from my initial stupor, I now see that Dr. Sterling is no more older than me, perhaps she's under 30. Her amber eyes look at me quizzically, as her slightly plump, light bronze face makes a silly smile followed by twirling a curl of her rust-colored hair out of her forehead...

-"...past problems"- Her voice dropping sober like a brick on clay.-"Well, at least so far the police claims..."-

Stupidified, I try to answer back --"No, no, wait: They are against me, Doc. I know what my report says, I know I took on being a drunk, even before the incident. But trust me, I've never harmed anyone! If anything, I was...I tried to, save a soul from..."-- As I tried to overcome my increasing stutttering--

-"Relax, Pace!"- laughed Dr. Sterling, her laugh somehow managing to ease my nerves - "Call me Fleur, Pace. I'm your friend, you know me!"-she then corrected-"Well, at least let's pretend, until we do."-She added with a smile-"Soo, tell me, what is what bothers you? Everything you say will be kept confidential: Only my opinion in the state of your psyche will be revealed to the authorities. You are ok with that?"

--"Well, let me start by asking you doctor..."--as I lift my eyes to meet her curious gaze --"Do you believe in demons?"

--"I have to tell you a bit of a story here. I once took on a job as a security guard. Lasted a month. Not my first gig, as you can see, I once worked guarding a big TV studio's premises. That was, before they thought I was doing too much of a good job, when I repeatedly told them I heard voices coming from the recording studio. Nobody believed ol' Pace, no, but they never let me inside the room to investigate: It was out of my clearance area. They deemed me psychotic after I almost managed to bang the door to the studio open. Those fucking voices, mocking me, terrorizing me...I got laid off, not even a pink slip."

I could see her eyes widened a bit. Apparently the cops didn't disclose that.

--"Anyways, Fleur, I had to get a job. I had no relatives alive to help me, nor friends that cared. I suffered from insomnia all through my life, so all the jobs I were able to take were night shift. I didn't mind shipwork when I was in my early 20's, but by the time I had almost hit my 30's, I just couldn't keep up with the demands of working at the docks. My body was tired almost all of the time, so I found that security would be my best bet. The TV studio one was the best one: Decent pay, sit on my ass monitoring cameras, that kind of gig. That was perfect for me, of course, before the voices began messing with me..."

-"Tell me about the voices"-Dr.Sterling interrupted-"What were they, what did they ask?"

--"I don't know if I can, Dr...I mean, Fleur. Eh...let's leave this for another day"--I said as I sat back on the couch--"I don't think-"

Suddenly, grabbing my hand, looking with those big amber eyes at mine, Dr.Sterling whispered -"I'm here for you. Please, Pace...tell me."- and she added -"...Would it help if I hug you?"- before leaning close to me.

Before I could protest, I couldn't help but to fell on the couch on my back, with the doctor's full face buried in my neck, hugging me and squeezing her soft and plentiful body against mine. I was reminded of my dream on that instant, of that feeling of having my soul wrapped by a warm soul...I didn't care if it was protocol or not: Fleur Sterling managed to break thru my tough shell, the one protecting the gooey need for affection I so much wanted.

--"To be honest, I believed the voices were a product of my imagination. Not until I was fired I realized that perhaps I WAS crazy, and so I went on a brief binge of drug abuse..."--Damn, her mouth on my neck feels so nice--"But I needed money fast. Noone wanted to hire after the incident with the studio. Except, a small chain-family owned pizzeria. Pay was piss, to be honest, but they didn't ask any questions or backgrounds or..."--Oh man, Fleur's boobs feel so good...

First night. Watching the cameras. I almost didn't believe the whole robots hanging around premises contract clause. Wait...fuck? what is that purple bunny asshole doing OH GOD CLOSE THE DOOR!...the pounding ceased. Oh no, no, no...it's...it's it raining? In a thunderstorm? Aww fuuuuuck, the lights!...MORE OF

~Graaaahaaaam~

Phewww...first 2 weeks' over. It's my job normal? I'm I dreaming the fucking robots? Haven't touched the needle in a while. Perhaps...

~Graaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaam~

-coughing and wheezing- YOU FUCKING...ASSSSHOOOOLES!!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! CHASING ME INSIDE THIS FUCKING MAZE OF A PIZZERIA FUCKGROUND, AIN'T YA YOU FOKKEN

ANIMALS!!? ALL OF YOU SHITTING CREEPS! ALL OF YOU CAN SUCK MY HUUUUMAN BALLZZ!!! YOU FUCKING BAS-

Mr. Graham! What is this mess!? I should...ugh...You're a good man, Pace, but, I believe this job is getting to your mind. Anyways, you're are our first guard in

years to make it to a whole 24-day month, so you deserve a generous severance check of 240 dollars. We'll ignore what happened to F-

"Do you miss your little seawoman, Pace? All of them down, just you and me; lights' out. I've been so lonely out at sea, you see, and I crave to have you diggin'

my cove-"

WAKE UP GRAHAM!

I opened my eyes frantically to Dr. Sterling. She's holding my face quite harshly, as I can feel her nails clawing on my face. Can't move my arms...nor my body? What

was-

--"HOLY CRACKERS, MAN!"--she pants scared out of her mind, lifting her hands out of my bread and butter. She pants loudly for a good few moments, before trying to

regain her composure--"Hadn't I tied you here as soon as you fell into a trance"--she gasped for a bit more air --"You would have trashed the place, or more. Look at

the sofa!"

So that's why I felt so short...the long chair had all of it's four legs crushed...the couch's lining near my hands were cleanly tore open, as if by claws. Both

Fleur and the black lady, amongst a couple of two really strong looking guys were pinning me down on my already strapped-down chair. Their faces betrayed pure fear.

-"Ah..I'm sorry..."-as I tried to look at everyone-"I'm very sorry, everybody..."-and with that, the two strong-looking men got up of me. Cautiously, though, as I

realized my leather belt restraints were tore open. When I stood up, the first thing Fleur did was hug me. Huh? wha-

--"Please leave. Everything's ok now"--She ordered to everyone in her room. Hesitantly, the folks inside obliged, and closed the door. Besides the couch, I noticed

that's I hadn't done much damage, especially not to the f-

-"You need these" as she flashed two purple pills in front of me. Before I could talk she shove them inside my mouth with incredible dexterity. I gulped harshly and

coughed while she gave me a bottle of water.

--"Mr. Graham, please, please come back"--Fleur hugged me before sobbing softly in my shoulder--"I miss you. We all miss you, but I do the most"-- As I was about to

ask why, being a new patient and all, I saw Foxy on her table...wait WAT

When I looked back at her face, I saw a humanized version of the puppet instead. Before I could scream in horror, she clenched her lips in my mouth in a deep kiss,

sucking my soul, grinding her womanhood against my being, I couldn't help but to return the sadistic love by gripping her closer by the ass, feeling the same

peace...of the void...death...

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Woke up sweating at 5 am outside Fuzbear's inside my El Camino. 'S a Sunday, and fuck me, I can't stop this horndog dreams. Reaching into my pocket, I see a

capsule with pills, apparently almost all of them are gone. Name of the doctor who gave them to me is Sterling. But I can't focus when I'm trying to rearm the

remington before this kid Schmidt gets out of his shift. Fawk, I can't even remember why I want to blow this kid's head off; perhaps I'll remember in a couple of

days, after therapy.

Why am I thinking 'bout foxes, though?