Fredrica's ch3 pt4

“Chica.” a low but powerful voice states from above. The two of you, of course, snap your heads upward, skimming the darkness for the source of the voice. You settle on the two glowing gold pinpoints above you. The chicken robot, whose hand is still on your dick, does not appear all that pleased by such an interruption.

“WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?” She snaps loudly at the catwalks above.

“Mama wants to see you in her room immediately.” Foxy states, her voice holding the absolute minimum of emotion.

“Urhg fine,” The bird grumbles, removing herself from your personal bubble and straightening out her outfit. She glances down at you, making her expression sultry again just for a moment, “Mikey, I gotta deal with this, but,” she leans down, getting your face almost directly into her cleavage and whispers, “I’m open later~” She turns to leave, and you can just feel her body language radiating about as much sexual frustration as your own body is internally screaming at you.

You decide to just sit back for a few minutes, letting your body cool off and your head get back on straight. You finally flop back into the couch and stare up into the dark above you. It doesn’t take long for you to notice that you’re being watched. Her glowing eyes are nearly beacon-like in the inky black. She remains motionless, eyes locked on yours.

Finally, you ask into the dark, “Foxy?... Why are you watching me…?”

She responds promptly, “You remind me of someone.” She suddenly shifts, leaping down from the bridge above and landing in the room. She comes over to you, keeping her distance, but getting a better look at you.

“Who?” You say.

Her face is expressionless, “A kind man. A man that did not deserve the hands that fate dealt him.”

You laugh a little, awkwardly. Something about her words was very dark, almost intimidating. “Haha yeah, that sounds like me,” Maybe you should try to move the conversation along. “So… I was talking to Bonnie-”

“Yes, I agree. She and I should talk more.” She says, “Perhaps I could teach her how to say no to Chica.”

You look surprised at her knowing all that “Yeah! That’s just what I was thinking!... How did you know…?”

“Everything said on the floor echos upward. I am very good at listening.” She eyes you, “As for my costume, that is a whole… other matter.”

You swallow thickly. You’ll have to keep your personal filter a little more in check, since apparently the walls have ears and not just the eyes you were already aware of.

“To put it simply, the costume reminds me…”

“Of what?” You say with interest.

“Of what I am. No amount of pretty redecoration and upgrades can change what I was and still am, from that day to now.” There’s an edge of something in her voice. Was it anger? Sadness? A little of both? Before you can press her further, she makes an exit, leaping upward and catching a rope into the darkness. She ascends quickly, too high for you to even make out her eyes. You wonder just what on earth that was all about.

You stand up. It’s been a while, and Chica isn’t back yet, so you assume that moment’s over for the time being. You had to admit, now that you had time to think about it, despite what the bird had said to you, you wondered how Bonnie would have felt about the whole thing going further than it did. Somehow, her feelings were slowly becoming one of your main concerns in this place. You pop your security cap off and wipe the sweat from your brow. Not even the beginning of your second shift and this job’s already getting to you in the strangest of ways.