Fredrica's ch5 pt5

You snap out of your bunny-induced haze and surrender your attention to the robot cupcake. She looks shaken. You peer at the feed she has up on the screen. ‘CAM 5’ is displayed in the corner, but the picture is just a snowy flurry of electronic static. She turns to you, her eyes wide. “Someone cut the feed,” She mumbles.

You ask her to go through all the cameras, and, sure enough, they have all been reduced to static. You hope it’s just a mechanical failure, but… You press your head against the mirror again and try to spy on the group in the corner. You think you can make out people still sitting there, but it’s hazy. You’ll have to go patrol it. You pat Carla on the head, trying to reassure her. “It’s probably just a loose wire, I’ll go take a look.” She tries to smile and nod for you, but her expression is still uncomfortably ridden with worry. You get up from the desk and head out the door and down the hall, toward the backstage.

Something seems off, but you can’t quite place it. Your stomach flops a little, but you hold it together. Your knuckles crack as you grip harder at the large metal flashlight in your hand. Suddenly something shifts in the darkness. The beam of your light quickly tries to catch it, but it moves too fast. When you feel it grab you, rather than stand up and be the big lug you are, you scream like a little girl and drop your maglight with a loud clatter onto the cement floor.

You scramble to pick up your light and shine it on your attacker. Foxy looks unamused. Then again, she rarely does. “Mike,” She says flatly, taking her hand and hook off of your person.

“T-the, the cameras are out,” You say, attempting to regain some of your composure.

“Hn,” She replies. Typical. She continues, “Have you seen Bonnie?”


A little bit of fear grips you again, “N-no, why?”


Like an angry, feathered Kool-Aid man, Chica bursts from the dressing room door beside you and Foxy.

“MIKEY, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT GODDAMN ASSRABBIT?” She pants, seeming furious.

Before you can respond, the vixen answers for you. “He says he hasn’t seen her. The cameras are out.”

“AAAUUGH we get THIS FAR WITH HER, and RIGHT BEFORE SHE’S GONNA SOLO ON STAGE, SHE FUCKIN CHICKENS OUT. She’s prolly hiding in the store room again but FUCK I AIN’T GOT TIME TO PULL HER OUT.” The busty chicken grabs your wrist and drags you into the dressing room. “Remember what I said about ya bein an understudy, well GUESS WHAT.”

She takes you to a rack of clothes and starts unceremoniously pulling off the ones on your body, much to your embarrassment. “We’ve got 5 minutes before showtime. I’ll find ya a costume and, ya remember your routine, right? The robot one? Just do that.” She snaps her head toward her fellow dancer. “Cap’n, go load up the music and lighting. I didn’t think we were gonna have to do this, but, the show’s gotta go on.” The pirate nods and rushes off.

She rips off your boxer briefs and doesn’t even pause to gawk at your junk. You’re a little wounded by this, but she’s too focused to care at the moment. Chica then begins to feverishly dress you, putting you in several layers to strip off. As she cinches you into a corset, you’re still reeling and trying to make heads or tails of your situation. “Ahh-ah w-why don’t one of you cover…??” You plead.

“Listen Mikey, there’s some real shit goin down right now, and we’ve gotta be other places. Just give us a good act and a lil time to sort some things out, okay? Okay. Good!” She gives a tight pull and you feel the air get forced out of your lungs.

Once she’s done, you only have a few seconds to spare. You glimpse your form in a mirror before the pushy poultry drags you out of the dressing room and into the wings of the stage. Damn, you looked great in a corset.

Over the speakers you hear a voice chime in. The accent sounds familiar, but the voice is rich and masculine. Whoever it is states smoothly, “And now, presenting a surprise guest in his first performance on stage. Give a round of applause to our special boylesque star, MAGIC MIKE!”

The music begins and the bird shoves you on stage, giving you a thumbs up before rushing away to attend to whatever she had to go do. The lights are bright, and your legs are shivering. There sure are a LOT of people out there.

Well, here goes nothing.