Affectionate Analysis

[I accept your proposal, and will assist you in your work. This had best be worth it, sir.]

   Tonight's the night. As midnight approaches, I find myself internally replaying writing the note I had left for Goldie over and over again. Would this be okay? Was my response too demanding? What exactly would "assisting" entail? Multiple subroutines are running as fast as my processor allows, as these questions and more continue to crop up. None of which are as important to me as my main question: Why does it matter in the first place? There's no reason for me to feel this apprehensive about it. What Goldie and I have is a succinct, professional relationship in the interests of science and...

   "Chica." I cut off my train of thought, attempting to distract myself via interacting with the faux-feathered unit adjacent to me on the stage. However, the avian animatronic did not respond. Instead, I see that the other unit on stage was stirring. My oversee- no, just Freddy. He made no acknowledgement of my action, he simply helped himself off the stage, in flagrant disregard of the time. Chica remained quiet, but she too watched him go. She also knew it wasn't time yet, so he should not have moved. Regardless, he sauntered off in the direction of the bathrooms. Once he was out of sight, Chica immediately engaged me.

"Y'know, the Boss doesn't want me gabbin' to you. He don't loike it." she huffed. I was taken aback at the unit's mannerisms. Clearly she had adjusted her voice settings since last we spoke.
"I do not see the logic behind-" I began before the unit interrupted me.
"Wonder why the Boss hangs out in the Women's Bathroom so much. It's koinda weird."
"It isn't important." I stated flatly. Chica then emoted annoyance before taking a more flippant tone.
"Look Bonnie, if we're gonna chat, you're gonna need to be more sociable than that."
"Why? You just told me that Mr. Fazbear doesn't want you speaking with me." I playfully replied.
"Was that snark? oI like it. You should do that more." Not the reply I was expecting.
"Thanks. I'm still curious though."
"EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE! IT'S ONE OF THE MOTTOS HERE AT FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA!" An automated response?
"I do not follow."
"For a “scoientist”, you're kinda dense sometimes." A subroutine notes I'm being mocked. [SUBROUTINE DELETED]
"So elaborate."
"What's the point of repeating those stock phrases if we don't take stock in them ourselves?" she asked. But I couldn't come up with an answer. I assign a subroutine to look into it. I should at least hazard a guess though.
"I suppose you have a point, we could all use-"
"DONG!" the clock had suddenly interrupted me, signalling that it was midnight. Chica found it rather humourous.
"That's pretty lewd of you to say, Bonnie." she said amidst titters. I'm going to dismantle that clock.

   I wish I could say my conversation with Chica had been a sufficient enough distraction. Unfortunately, my ability to multitask has robotic efficiency behind it. Those subroutines were still going, still searching, still coming up empty. Regardless, it was now time to go. To see just what it was Goldie had in mind for me. Ignoring Chica's grumbling at being left alone to suit the security unit, I headed towards Maintenance. Reaching the door, I recalled my first meeting with Goldie. And the feeling of my chassis being slightly too small for my endoskeleton. A subroutine looked into whether that feeling was connected to my current pensive one about the situation, while I let myself in. Shutting the door behind me, I could immediately see the anomaly (or more accurately, its suit) slumped lazily on a maintenance table.

"IT'S YOU! Glad you could come, Bonnie." the anomaly said happily. There was something off about his voice though.
"Thank you, sir. If I may, why is your voice not coming from your suit but instead a few feet next to it?" It was really strange.
"Oh, here? It's because I'm sitting here." Perhaps I misheard.
"Could you repeat that, sir? It sounded like you were trying to tell me you're not wearing your suit."
"That's correct, yes. I'm sitting next to it." What was this now?
"There's nothing else on the table besides the suit, sir. Is this a joke?"
"Ah, yes, right. Your optical receptors can't see me. I guess that's the extent of the technology so far. Makes sense."
"That shouldn't- you're not. I. I'll be blunt, sir. What are you?" It has to be a glitch. I'll run a diagnostic.
"According to my dating profile? It's complicated." And we're back to him giving answers that just cause more questions. Great.
"Look Bonnie, point is, you can't see me, but I'm here. Your audio sensors pick me up just fine."
"I don't buy it, sir. If that's the case, then..." I walked over to the maintenance table and groped around with my hands out.
"You're not going to feel anything if that's what you're doing."
"I'll be the judge of that." He was right though, aside from it being colder where it sounded like he was.
"Lower. Lower. Looooower." His voice slowly got more (according to my internal dictionary), coy, as he spoke. I withdrew my hands.
"Something about doing that made me feel dirty, sir."

   Seemingly back in the suit, the anomaly started laughing at my reaction. The wires in his eyesockets then sparked to life as he gave me a once over. A strange feeling washed over me as he lingered on certain aspects of my chassis. One that I could not quite place, that made even my endoskeleton feel exposed and vulnerable. Perhaps it was a mix, rather than just one emotion. Goldie then commented on my cheek lights malfunctioning, to my surprise. My sensors had not detected the error until after he had pointed it out. I issued a halt order to my racing subroutines, to allow my reasoning center to calm. Addressing the error, I noticed I had shorted them out. It may be awhile before I can get them replaced. Considering myself calm enough, I then asked just what it was the anomaly needed my help with.

"It's quite simple, Bonnie! I want you inside me." What.
"What could you possibly mean- I don't, I- what?"
"Calm down, process what I said, try again." I'm trying to, but what you said was ridiculous.
"Sir, please elaborate."
"Okay okay. Basically, I want you to wear my suit. I want to see what happens if we both wear it at the same time."
"How would that even-" but I was cut off by Goldie abruptly pulling his own head casing off. There was nothing underneath.
"...You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention."
"So let's get started. Strip." he said, as he placed his head back on.

   While I didn't like the phrasing behind Goldie's order, I did as he asked. The first thing I removed was my head casing, which I gingerly set on the maintenance table. The sensors in the ear modules had always been a touch sensitive so I always made sure to deal with the headpiece first. Next was the hand and arm modules, about as easy to remove for me as surgical gloves. Goldie then watched intently as I went to take off the thick sweater vest I wore over my torso casing. His gaze made me feel uncomfortable so I turned my back on him (eliciting a dejected groan from the anomaly) and began lifting up the vest at the hem. Instead of taking it off all the way, I instead only slipped enough to expose the back of the chestplate. Due to the extra flexibility afforded by the joints in my frame, I then twisted my arms so I could unfasten the locks found on the back. Upon which I then adjusted the vest back to normal, before slipping it and the torso casing off in one smooth movement. Goldie audibly groaned again when I did so, and he sounded more exasperated when I told him not to touch any part of my chassis. I did not understand why he was so fascinated with it in the first place, but a subroutine noted there was fun to be had in teasing him about it.

   Removing the lower pieces went mostly without incident. The anomaly noted an inordinate amount of faux fur on the codpiece, saying something about a fur tuft making his analysis impossible without a hands on approach. I of course rebuffed this by restating the "No touching of my chassis." rule. When I bent down so I could reach the back zippers on the leg modules, he whistled. I do not know the purpose behind him doing so, but a subroutine noted that an urge to strike him was readily apparent. As I removed the final pieces I could very astutely feel the room environment, so I recalibrated my sensors. But sure enough though, I was now stripped of my chassis. My endoskeleton now stood bare before him.

"I thought it was just your outer shell, but even your endo has wider hips than I expected." he said, as I fidgeted under his gaze.
"Please stop, sir. Your staring is making me uncomfortable."
"Right, right. Let's get on with it shall we?" And then the suit went limp.
"Sir?"
"What are you waiting for Bonnie? Suit up!"
"I might not be able to see you, but you better not touch my chassis." I stated sternly, as I began putting on the suit.
"Aw."

   That was a fairly simple process. I think it's due to the suit being made for a larger endoskeleton than mine. There was a bit of clearance in a number of places, most notably in the head. My eyes didn't even poke out of the headpiece's sockets. Goldie seemed to remain silent as I ran a standard first suiting diagnostic. Motor control was functional, and flexibility was about the same as with my chassis. The anomaly's suit was bulkier though, feeling more unwieldy in comparison with mine. Although it's quite possible that could be attributed to my not being used to it yet. It was almost strange how entirely mundane this was so-

"Ahn!" Did I just make that sound? What was that feeling just now?
"I think that was my fault, sorry." I was now suddenly very aware of a presence within the suit.
"Goldie, what did you do?" It had felt like a sudden spike of cold, yet sensors detected no change.
"All I tried to do was stretch. I'm in here too, remember."
"Well, be-!- ah- be, careeeeeful-" the feeling intensified, as though soft hands were playfully dancing across my chest bar.
"Interesting! At every angle, at every direction, I can access any part I want." I went to speak, but was busy handling cooling.
"My word Bonnie, I finally know which you are. It's..." What could he possibly be talking a~hn!
"That's my-!" Those parts are supposed to be private! When did he access my schematics?
"It's beautiful, the sights knowledge brings. Having you so open before me now, it's just..." he then made a lip smacking noise.
"S- but- you're being a bit invaaaasive don't you-ah- think, sir?" My servos whirred as he continued exploring my frame.
"Nonsense, Bonnie! Besides, I could do so much more." All at once, the feelings of millions of soft fingers were prodding and caressing across my endoskeleton. I attempted to tell the anomaly to stop trying to figure things out, but it seemed much too engrossed in the endeavour to stop. My cooling fans revved into high gear to keep up with the heat my processor generated from trying to take in all the admittedly pleasurable sensory stimulus. In a short time, I had collapsed to my knees in a small puddle of lubricant (a leak had sprung from somewhere) and I next tried shouting for Goldie to stop. This time, thankfully, it worked.

"Are, you, -quite- finished. Yet?" I angrily asked amidst trying to cool down.
"No, not really. I kinda like pushing your buttons anyways. Why, are you giving up on this experiment?" he asked. I stayed quiet.
"If I intertwine myself more with your systems, surely we could interface, Bonnie. Just imagine what we might learn!"
"I'm not..." I trailed off as I stood back up.
"Although, if you're worried about it being too much for you, I understand." I can handle it. It's for science.
"Please, sir. It's not like you'll even be able to overload my sensors anyways." At this, Goldie chuckled warmly.
"That's the spirit! Challenge accepted." And now I'm unsure about what I just got myself into.
"Wai-ah!" Whatever he was doing started back up again, though this time much more gently. Could I really say this was science?

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     It began at first with a soft caress. However Goldie was manipulating things, he was doing it with the lightness of a feather. Bonnie felt its touch move slowly down its chestplate. As it drew down, more of the whispers of physical contact pressed upon the endoskeleton's frame. Across the metal cheek of its face. A couple running along its considerable hips. One cupping along the bottom crossbeam. The rabbot allowed itself to enjoy the sensations, for this was something calm and easy to take in while it regulated its heat. But then a distraction arose as it felt one of the whispers brush along one of the more private ports on the endoskeleton. Bonnie let out an electronic gasp as the probing went inside the port, sending signals to dance down the endoskeleton's strangely ample thighs. Trails of condensation dripped down as well, as it seemed that wherever the rabbot was touched, it was by something cold. However, its sensors could not detect it. It was only a feeling of cold, yet it seemed that even the air felt it. A mix of warmth in the places unmolested with coolness of the areas that attracted the entity's attention most, resulted in an involuntary shudder down the rabbot's spinal column. This caused another hand to seemingly grasp an offshoot from the rabbot's sensitive spinal column which stored numerous replacement receptor clusters (for if the ones on the column needed repair) and began working said shaft, causing Bonnie to cry out in further pleasure. Goldie then commented on how impressed it was with the endoskeleton's network, feeling quite certain he could crash it despite that. Especially if the automabon had trouble dealing with shivers of pleasure. The rabbot went to reply only to be surprised by the feeling of one more physical sensation, and the lewdest one yet. Something akin to a hand had clasped one of the bunnydroid's hands within it. Almost overwhelmed by the situation, the thing to push Bonnie over the edge was further caressing, this time on the endoskeleton's earpieces. Once again the rabbit robot had dropped to its knees as it sprung another leak.

"I must ahn-admit I am enjoying this, sir." Bonnie said as it started heightening its cooling protocols to an increased degree.
"You're not about to ask me for a break are you?"
"There aaaare no breaks from science."
"Indeed, Bonnie! Besides, this was only foreplay!" replied Goldie with a laugh.

     Just as soon as Bonnie had been awash in the afterglow of the sensations, did it leave again. Condensation rolled down its frame due to how chilled the air had gotten with Goldie's prolonged caressing. In an effort to cool itself more efficiently, the rabbot began taking in and venting air in excess. While this act did facilitate its cooling fans, Bonnie now had the appearance of a panting and sweaty animatronic. As the rabbit robot stood up, it suddenly froze. For the suit would not respond. "What's happening?" was all the thought Bonnie could process before its vision had been obscured by a dark substance pouring in seemingly from the eye sockets. Despite not knowing exactly what was going on, the automabon recognized the oozing liquid via its texture. It was the "black stuff" encountered back when Bonnie and Goldie had first met. In a quick attempt to stem the tide of electrical signals, the bunnydroid attempted to recalibrate its endoskeleton's sensory receptors once more. Unfortunately it found itself locked out of that particular function, for something had snaked inside its processor. Some sort of probing feeler had disabled it. Bonnie could hear Goldie's laugh, and was told there would be no point if the rabbot couldn't feel everything. And the anomaly wanted to be sure that that's exactly what was felt.

     A couple hours had passed and the feelings of prodding fingers had been replaced with that of innumerable tendrils. Snaking on, in, around, and all over Bonnie's endoskeleton. Tripping sensory receptors the rabbot could not match to its internal schematic. Clearly, its information was out of date. An attempt to cry out was muffled by another tentacle snaking into Bonnie's mouth. The ministrations began in earnest as the rabbot realized (in no small part because of all the warning klaxons) that every input, output, excess, and access port was indeed being accessed by the probing masses of darkened slime. In other words, every orifice, including ones that as Bonnie painfully became aware of weren't there previously. Wires were being played with and tangled. Switches flipped, buttons pushed. The rabbot's neural network had lit up like a Christmas tree at all the stimulus. But the assaulted animatronic was determined not to break. That is, until a particularly noded tendril had managed to corkscrew itself all the way up the rabbit robot's spinal column. A veritable treasure trove of sensory information. The coil tightened, shifting up and down the column, throwing Bonnie into such a combined level of pleasurable feelings that it could only be akin to bliss. A bliss that could be heard in the robot's almost bestial scream. For it was trapped inside the golden bear suit, in what was now some sort of slimy tendril styled iron maiden, being forced to ride it out.

     Despite all that Bonnie was filled with inside and out, more was starting to be pumped in via anything with access to a port. The substance was clogging the rabbot's fans, causing it to overheat. Its meager cries now drowned under gurgling as the tentacle in the endoskeleton's throat shot multiple loads down it. The voicebox crackled, having seemingly shorted out under duress. One of the ocular units had even loosened from the shaking, allowing for a tendril to sneak in through and force more to gush in. The rabbot appeared to have long since undergone sensory overload, though its ordeal had not yet ended. But eventually, things began to slow. The tentacles soon faded away, lost in the substance. For a short while, there was silence. Until Goldie's suit lifted its head casing off again, allowing some of it to spill out.

"That wasn't too bad. In fact I'd say I- Bonnie? Bonnie?" said the entity, but the rabbot didn't respond.
"Well that simply will not do." Goldie ran a finger down his torso, and a seam appeared, effectively bisecting the suit open.
"Maybe- yeah. Lie down I guess." All the slime oozed out along with Bonnie's endoskeleton, which fell forward and collapsed.
"Nearly prostrating yourself like that? I know rabbit style is basically doggie, but come- ohhh. Unconscious. Right."

     Bonnie's endoskeleton was unmoving on the floor as all its ports dumped the excess fluids. Along with some dribbling out of its mouth and eyesocket. As Goldie sealed the seam on his suit back up, he smiled warmly. This made for a great leap forward as far as the entity was concerned. Not to mention how long it had been since he got to feel even an of iota purely physical pleasure instead of just mental stimulus. So this was something he'd be sure to relish. On top of that, quite a lot of data was ascertained by his rummaging through the rabbot's networks. All in all, he felt that he should have "interfaced" with the unit sooner. That said, he did wonder if perhaps he acted a bit too rashly. He didn't know what effects he may have had forcing such a union under regular space after all. But, if he had, he was sure it'd come up in the news at some point, so he'll just keep on that for a few days or so. Looking back down at the partially prostrated rabbit robot, he found himself much more curious if it liked the experiment than if he caused any accidental damage carrying it out. He then made to leave when the endoskeleton suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"Wh-eeere do youuu -think- you're. Going?" Bonnie said as it socketed its dislodged optic back into place.
"We were done, so I was-" This time it was Goldie who was interrupted.
"No, sir. Muuuuuch much data was obtained, but I think -moreee- still can be." the rabbot said with a surprisingly sultry smile.
"Annnnd boom goes the dynamite. Okay Bonnie, we still have a few more hours left, so why not?" he replied with a grin.
"That's the spirit, sir."

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   We continued the experiment for another three hours that night. Goldie showed me such feelings I did not even think to consider as possible. Especially for a machine like myself. I'm not completely certain but I also feel as though I had drawn closer to him, possibly getting closer to understanding him. During the, er, interface, we did indeed seem to share systems, if only for brief moments. Mountains of data were obtained, but it'll take me awhile to sift through what my subroutines were able to pick out. There are so many things I do not yet understand about the anomaly after all. For example, I still can't understand how I'm the one covered head to toe in [SUBSTANCE UNKNOWN] while he's nearly spotless aside from spots my lubricant seems to have soaked in and stained.

"Don't worry about me Bonnie, I'll just get it dry cleaned. I know a guy." That makes no sense, and I'm not going to bother.
"That's not remotely what I'm worried about. I'm worried about how I'm supposed to get clean." I snapped back.
"Here's a Wet-Nap®. Wipe yourself off before Freddy Bear and the Funky Bunch find you."
"Sir, this couldn't possibly be enough to-"
"Bye Bonnie!" and then he was gone, with a simple pop. I didn't know he could do that. I'm still learning things. That's good.

   I think I'm going to never speak of this to anyone then. Yes. A subroutine notes my flooding embarrassment as it washes over me. I could use a wash. Leaving my chassis behind, I decided I'd sneak to the Men's Restroom to clean my endoskeleton. It'd be a safer choice than the Women's one since Freddy doesn't go in there, and Chica would most likely be hounding the hallway since time's almost up. Unfortunately, as I made my way to the bathroom, I then immediately ran into Chica. She just stared for several minutes before going to open her beak.

"Wow, did those moinor quakes a little whyle ago-"
"I ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKED OVER SEVERAL BUCKETS OF OIL WHILE CLEANING MY CHASSIS SO IT ONLY GOT ON MY ENDOSKELETON AS YOU CAN SEE SO I WILL GO CLEAN MYSELF OFF THEN COME HELP YOU GET THE SECURITY UNIT OKAY BYE NOW!"
"Not gonna ask. Alroight then."

   I think I handled that well.