A Not-So-Lewd Christmas Sequel

	Snow fell softly on the brightly lit parking lot just outside the walls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria; coating the crumbling tarmac with an uncharacteristically clean face as cars rushed to and fro on the freshly salted streets that connected it to the world beyond. Inside, the dim overhead lights of the building’s main room cast its contents in a warm, homey glow; with the unusually chaotic prize counters and blaring stage speakers all still and silent in the dead after-hours of the restaurant’s daily cycle. From the cracks in the maintenance room door, bright lights and the distant murmur of movement and life could be heard from within, as the now off-duty Fazbear gang celebrated the holydays in their own privet manner. And in the center of this still and quiet scene, two figures sat together on a disheveled stage in an oft overlooked corner of now the sleepy establishment; enjoying a peace and tranquility that seemed so rare and intimate in their day to day lives, as they savored their moment together with affectionate silence.
	“So why do you have a dick?”
	Foxy instantly burst out laughing as he fell backwards onto the stage; unable to contain himself at the sudden shift in atmosphere.
	“No, really,” the now grinning woman next to him continued; biting her lip in a bid to contain her own bubbling laughter. “I’m super into the fact that you have one, but come on, it’s really weird. Like, imagine if you undressed a Barbie, and not only was she anatomically correct, but she started hitting on you and asking of you’d like to try out some stuff with her and Ken.”
	“Ah! Ahahah, ahh…” Foxy’s outburst began to simmer down. “Alright, that’s fair. Also very descriptive. Just- Aha- Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”
	“See, that’s another thing,” she continued; her thought process on a roll now that the initial excitement of her recent discoveries about him had passed. “You don’t actually breath, but you act like you do. And you’re so fast and strong,” she blushed lightly while looking him up and down as Foxy began to grin with pride. “Very strong… Uh, and, you know… Why do you have a dick!?”
	“Alright! Alright!” he straightened up and scooched away from her. “Settle down and old Foxy ‘ll tell you a tale that all started back in the long gone year of nineteen eighty-six.”
	As if talking a cue, she turned toward him and straightened her posture; swinging her legs up from the edge of the stage and crossing them neatly as she settled in for what was sure to be an unusual tale.
	“So,” he began. “Back then the business was doing a lot better than it is now. We had restaurants all over and were building new animatronics as fast as we could. It was around then that a robotics firm from Japan got in contact with corporate about some kind of business merger.”
	“Boooo! This is boring,” she jeered sarcastically. “I ask you about sexy robots and you give me a business lecture?”
	“Deal with it, sailor,” Foxy sniped back. “Anyway, apparently Japan was going through an economic boom of their own at the time; and like most people that suddenly finds themselves with a whole lot of money they’d never had before, not all of it was used for sound investments.”
	“So… Sex robots?” she raised an eyebrow expectantly.
	“Among other things. The idea was to use us as a testing ground for all of the new products they were developing; with Fazbear’s getting their hands on the latest and greatest robotic innovations available to the privet market, and the robotics guys using all our locations as R&D and marketing facilities.”
	“Sound like a win-win,” she said with tepid skepticism. “So what happened?”
	“Well, about a year later there were some… incidents,” Foxy’s demeanor darkened as the word left his mouth.
	“Yeah, I remember hearing about that.”
	“After that, we were pretty much done. Almost all of the locations shut down or scaled back; money got tight, higher-ups quit or were thrown out for mismanagement, and any outside business partners cut ties in an effort to disassociate themselves with the brand.”
	Foxy went quiet as his downcast eyes began to stare listlessly at the floor directly in front of him. Clearly, to him at least, these were memories best left in the past; and she could understand why. Going from such lofty ambitions to the meager reality that was his life now would bring even the most steadfast optimist’s mood down in the dumps.
	“So… You’re one of the more upgraded models?” she asked tentatively; doing her best to keep him talking in the hopes of finding a more positive spin on his dreary history.
	“Ay. Yeah. Sort of. Though a few of my upgrades are self-installed.” He motioned over to the stacks of crates that had piled up in his cove throughout the years of his disuse. “None of that stuff is company standard, and no one in the maintenance crew has any idea what to do with it. So while the other three have just been getting regular tune-ups, I’ve had years to figure out how to work with the good stuff.” Foxy puffed up his chest and postured proudly. “I know I look like I’m close to falling apart, but I’ve got the pick of the parts-bin, and all of the crazy engineering advantages eighties-era Japan has to offer.”
	Capitalizing on his momentary upturn, she slid towards him to resume their embrace; tucking her head under his chin as he wrapped his arms around her.
	“That is so cool. You’re like, some kind of self-made super prototype.”
	“It’s mostly just basic replacements,” he replied bashfully; though the pride he’d expressed earlier still shined through his air of modesty. “There’s all sorts of cool stuff in there I haven’t touched. Scanners that are supposed to hook up to some defunct police database. Replacement endoskeleton limbs that bend and flex like a snake. They even have eyeballs with little screens in them so you can change the shape of your pupal depending on your mood. I’ve only ever been able to make them turn into little hearts though.”
	“That,” she froze; looking up at him with a deadly serious expression that made him question if he’d somehow said something wrong. “is adorable. I need to see those right now!”
	“Ah!” he pushed her away playfully before letting her settle back into his lap. “My turn now. I get to ask you something.”
	She nodded before tilting her head back onto his shoulder.
	“Are we… dating now?” Foxy mumbled unassuredly.
	She paused; genuinely taken off guard as she processed the question in her head.
	“Do you want to be?”
	“I… don’t really have a lot to offer,” he said plainly; staring straight forward with a blank face as he held her against him. “I care about you though. And I know you care about me too. But I’d be stupid to think that that’s enough.”
	He went quiet, and all at once the still and shadowy atmosphere of the room around them seemed cold and inhospitable in the wake of his somber words. It wasn’t if she couldn’t agree either. Despite his positive features, Foxy didn’t exactly have a lot going for him. And as fun as the fantasy was, him moving into her apartment and getting a job as an engineer didn’t exactly ring true to reality. Not to mention the social stigma the two of them would endure if word of their relationship got out to the public. She didn’t even want to think about what here parents would say if they knew what she just did.
	“Ahah,” he uttered a nervous laugh; trying to force the conversation in a more positive direction after bringing the mood down so much. “Maybe we should save labels for another time, ay? Here we are spending one night together and suddenly I’m going on about the future.”
	“You’re wrong,” she cut him off. “It’s more than enough.”
	"Eh?"
	"You said you cared about me, right? and I care about you to." She smiled; forcing all of the mounting doubt from her mind as she put her lips to his muzzle. "That's more than enough for me."
	Bracing his hand behind her head, Foxy pressed back into the kiss; gently tilting her back and laying her flat on the floor. Hovering above her, his glowing golden eyes cast a warm hue across her face as she looked back up with an equally placed gaze.
	Outside in the distance, a plow drove by; headlights drawing their harsh white beams across the room as it pressed on in defiance of the ever piling snow. In the back, the soft light and murmur of the maintenance room finally died out, as whatever revelry and merriment the other three animatronics partook in gave way to the mundane necessity of their nightly routine. And off in the corner, on a long ignored stage behind an ever-present "out of order" sign, two lovers lay next to each other in quiet contentment; heads heavy with trepidation at what their future might hold, but hearts fulfilled at the silent commitment they shared with one another.
	“So… What’s your cum made out of?”