Fredrica's ch4 pt1

You grab a piece of pizza from the kitchen before settling down for the night in your office. You were lucky enough to catch the first pie of the night. The kitchen staff didn’t speak much english, but they were nice enough, and made a damn fine slice of pepperoni. Certainly better than you remember any other pizza animatronic place having.

As you munch on your dinner, you watch as they start to let patrons in. You had to wonder about the decision on the hours. Why didn’t they open sooner in the evening to get more dinner crowds? Or why did they close at 6am of all times? Or more importantly, how on earth did they get away with selling alcohol after 2am? You were going to go out on a limb, but you were pretty darn certain it had to do with ‘connections’ and ‘video footage of the mayor sticking his dick in a chicken’.

The patrons themselves were an understandable lot. You had seen most of the same faces the night before. Older men that probably looked way older than they were. Others coming in seemed totally unfitting for the venue. Dressed in stiff black suits with slicked back, oily hair. You weren’t going to pass judgement because they looked like they were having as good of a time as the regulars. But, it was your job to notice things out of the ordinary you supposed.

The magic hour struck, and the show started. You held tight and got ready to dab furiously at your sweaty brow. The spotlight came down to the center of the stage, and from the curtain stepped Mama. A roar of applause greeted her, and she smiled in that collected sort of way she usually did. She was looking radiant and classy as ever, dressed in a black, curve-hugging gown. While she was certainly larger than the other girls, with a lot a chassis, it was in all the right places. On her head was a large picture hat, made of the same black material. Was that satin? Yeah, it was. Wow, that sewing lesson really was rubbing off on you.

In her hand was a microphone. Once the cheers died down, she addressed her audience. “Gentlemen… and gentlemen, welcome to Fredrica’s All-Night Pizza and Burlesque Saloon, where we serve up extra cheese with none of the sleeze. I’m Fredrica, and as your hostess tonight, I am pleased to introduce you to myself as well as my two sweetest girls, Chica Poulet and Foxy Fine!” The two robots come on stage at their names being called. They’re both in matching outfits, shimmery beaded mini-dresses in silver and probably 15 pounds of glitter. Your mind wanders, wondering about how long it takes to comb all that glitter out of faux fur. Mama goes on with the introduction, getting the guys worked up again. The three then sing a song together, welcoming everyone in for the night. It’s loaded with more sexual pizza puns than you thought were possible. You eye the rest of your dinner sitting on the plate beside you. No, you are not going to start getting boners over pizza. Not now.

Once their song is finished, they leave the stage for the first 15 minute pause. You look over your monitors to see what sort of action is going on. On the dressing room cam, you watch as Mama, after patting Foxy and Chica on the shoulders, heads back toward her dressing room. Once she’s out of earshot, the two remaining start bickering about being off cue. Or more accurately, Chica bickers while Foxy quietly changes out of her outfit and into her usual pirate garb. You feel a little weird about watching them like this, and your body feels even weirder, but, there’s a camera there for a reason, and your job is to watch cameras, so...

“It’s not like we don’t practice or nothin, you know you’re not supposed ta come on stage till Mama says the ‘and’ afta my name!” The primadonna chicken gripes as she changes.

The vixen’s response is flat as usual. “You were early too.”

“Well, not as early as you were! You’d think after this many shows you’d have that shit down. Maybe you’ve still got some gunk stuck in that metal heada yours from back from when-”

SLAP. Foxy’s backhand looked about as stinging as it was fast. You weren’t sure if Chica was feeling pain or was just in shock from her lashing out. She brings a yellow hand to her cheek. Foxy lets it sink in a little before speaking, slowly lowering her hand.

“Chica. You are never to mention that.” Her voice, while low, has a sharp bite to it. “I don’t care how angry you are at me, or how long you are going to play up this act pretending to be mad with me for attention, but NEVER even THINK about bringing that into this.”

Showing an uncharacteristic amount of obedience, Chica nods silently. She looked like she really knew she had goofed and crossed a line. “I.. I’m sorry.” She finally says. “Not just for that… For the whole fight… Now that I look at it, it was pretty stupid. Y’know, you didn’t control which picture of me got on those postcards.” Her face scrunches a little, “But ya didn’t have to rub it in that you looked like, 10 times hotter than me. But I mean, yeah, ya didn’t really rub it in that much. And well, ya can’t really help being goddamn sexy.”

“I’m sorry for slapping you.” the fox says, “But you know-”

Chica interrupts, “No no, I woulda slapped me too. I was outta line. Sometimes I really need one, and I know you’re the only one here with the balls to do it,” She trails off for a couple seconds, then speaks up, “So uh… We cool again..?”

Foxy nods and Chica smiles. The slim vixenbot comes over and puts her arms around the buxom chicken, giving her a reassuring little kiss on the cheek. Chica grins, raising her eyebrows. “So I’m guessin’ I get back my passport ta Pirate Cove?”

The voice that comes out of the hooked robot is almost totally unlike her own when she smiles and says deeply, “And ye may lay to that!” Chica laughs, and in response, the fox looks rather embarrassed, covering her mouth.

“See, that’s why I love ya, Cap’n,” The bird says, rather sweetly, pulling the other robot into another embrace and another, far lewder kiss. Foxy responds, and wow, is it getting hot in this office? You wipe the sweat off your brow, as you predicted you would need to at some point tonight. As they start feeling at one another, the pirate animatronic grabs Chica around the waist and jumps, pulling her upward into the rigging for more privacy. You hear the chicken squak in surprise, then nothing else. They’ve moved out of range of the camera’s mic.

You sit in silence. You had to admit, you were happy for them. And maybe Chica would stop putting the heat on you now that they were apparently an item again. Or maybe she’d do it even more now, and get Foxy to join in- NO that’s enough for right now brain, you scold at yourself. It’s almost a relief when you hear the music and Mama once more takes the stage.