Fredrica's ch4 p2

The shebear was as calm and gentle in her mannerisms as usual, but you could tell she was taking the stage out of the usual order. Chica was supposed to be on next, according to the set list Bonnie had shown you earlier that evening. While she remained professional, you couldn’t help but feel on the inside her circuits were quite heated in regard to her two star performers.

She does her fan act, using the props bunny had so skillfully refurbished. The pink feathers really did work well with the puffy, bustled outfit she was sensually removing. The farmost curtain is simply closed behind her, probably due to the robot that usually dropped the backdrops down from the fly gallery being rather pre-occupied.

Due to the relationship between the window and the stage, it offered you an angled view, and with nothing to hide the wings off the stage you’re able to discern something in the shadows, with large glowing pink eyes. As you get a better look, you can see Bonnie has her hands up against her chest and balled up excitedly. She must be very pleased with her costuming decisions as well. She’s too cute for you, she really is.

Mama finishes up and the crowd hoots and hollers, except that group of men you spied earlier. They’re seated at a large booth in the corner, all of them sharing what appears to be a margerita pizza and red wine. They clap softly like people do at respectable functions, just for the sake of not seeming rude for foregoing claps altogether. They’re like their own little island of drastically over-dressed, oily men. No one else in the dining room is seated within 4 or 5 tables of them. You figure Gary had to have approved of them before letting them in the door, so they weren’t dangerous or something…. Right? Just some regular dudes out on a Tuesday night for pizza and entertainment.

You jump when the phone beside you on the desk suddenly rings to life. The small green display screen glows in the darkness. All it says is “MAMA, NUMBER UNKNOWN” You scramble to pick it up and, as expected, Fredrica is on the other line.

“Michael, dear,” she says before you can get out a hello, “I am calling a meeting right this moment. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, but I think you may benefit from the discussion. Please come to my room immediately.” You say you’ll be right there and she hangs up, leaving you with a dead receiver in your hand. Your observation was correct. Despite formalities, Mama Bear was mad as hell. You were only lucky that you weren’t the object of her ilk. Hopefully, you never would be.

You get up from your seat and grab your flashlight. You wondered how far she was going to go when it came to punishing Chica and Foxy. You could assume it was nothing like whatever happened to that creep who had your job last, but seeing how all the girls respected her to a very high degree, it probably was not going to be a lenient punishment.

The only question that remained on your mind as you headed toward the back of the building was why on earth she thought you needed to be privy to it. ‘Benefit from the discussion’... Maybe it was a way for her to flex her power for you, so you didn’t have second thoughts about crossing her, not that you ever would consider it after what the other girls had told you.

You meet up with Gary about half-way along your journey, but he isn’t smiling his usual cat-like grin. He probably witnessed only part of what happened. “Hey, kid,” He says as he gets to your side.

“You got called too?” You ask him. The little man nods, still looking a bit grim. “Are these kind of meetings… Normal?” You continue with another question.

“No. Not unless Mama’s really blowin her lid. She usually waits until closing, but whatever this is… Probably isn’t good.” You figure you won’t mention what you witnessed on the cameras. You’d probably have to say it during the meeting anyways, so it would be a waste of breath coming clean about it now.

When you reach the door, it’s eerily quiet inside the room, despite it being no doubt occupied by all four robots. Both you and Gary simultaneously gulp in some air nervously before you grab for the antique knob and turn it slowly.