[LEWD] The Eye of the Tiger

You weren’t sure what you could say about Freddy Fazbear’s that hadn’t already been said. The franchise was a major pioneer in animatronic entertainment. It was also plagued with misfortune and mystery. People had been sure this place would be no different. They were right at first, what with the freaky rumors that floated around about missing people and strange happenings regarding the entertainers.

Guards that walked in and were never seen again, animatronics that cried bloody tears. The lights would flicker on and off, the phone would ring but nobody was there, the walls would ooze green slime! All in all it sounded like the kind of “I knew a guy who knew a guy” stories that were told around campfires.

Of course, it had been a long time since those rumors had been spread like gospel. Freddy Fazbear’s, on the verge of closing its doors for good, made a last-ditch effort to regain their popularity. They refurbished the building to be bigger and better than ever, they upgraded the old, creepy looking suits, and they even brought in an exorcist! The franchise owners very nearly bankrupted themselves doing all this, but their hard work paid off. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was back, and it was better than ever.

The summer sun had long sunk below the horizon and ushered in the night, but the day’s heat had not yet faded. You pulled at the collar of your uniform. It was uncomfortable and unfashionable. Seriously, who mandates a purple uniform? The cherry on top was how heavy it was. You were already starting to sweat.

You walked into the restaurant a full hour before your shift started. The manager had suggested as much, as it would allow you plenty of time to scope the place out without needing to worry about the children running all over the place.

Long-forgotten memories passed through your mind in a pleasantly nostalgic haze as you walked through the halls. Years had passed since you had last been in this building. You had been a regular at the location prior to this one; for all two weeks it was open you had visited daily. You had only visited this one once, though, right after it opened. Your parents forbade you from coming after that, and even though it upset you it was easy to accept. After all, ten years old was much too grown-up to be seen visiting a place for little kids like Freddy’s.

As the years past you understood your parents’ reasoning. Really, it had been a miracle you had been allowed to come to Freddy’s in the first place. The past was the past, however. The improved Freddy’s meant an improved reputation, and so when you graduated from high school it was the first place you looked for a job. Some decent pocket change before you went away to university would be really appreciated. Luckily for you, the post for night shift security guard had just opened after the last guy started working the day shift.

The restaurant was similar in some ways to how you remembered it. The basic layout upon walking through the front door was the same. The three animatronics standing on the stage weren’t quite as you remembered them. Their suits were sleeker, more human, for one. The gentle curves of busts and hips were new, for two.  Had it not been for a certain hippo from another animatronic restaurant you’d question their child-friendliness.

The biggest different from your memory, though, was how the three animatronics acted. They moved around and spoke with one another. As you looked, one of them even waved at you! You waved back, silently marveling at how far technology had progressed.

The fox was, of course, segregated from the rest in his cove. You heard that at one point he’d been pushed away into a corner and forgotten, left out of order because the restaurant wasn’t willing to spend money on repairing him. Now, however, he was as good as new. Based on children’s conversations you’d overheard when you came by to apply the previous day, he was even the most popular attraction. A far cry from a few years ago.

This was where the similarities to the old restaurant ended. A very large arcade had been put in when the money started flowing in again. With all the latest cabinets, it was one of the premier features of the restaurant. You saw a blue bat animatronic, the one “in charge” of the arcade, engrossed in a two person shooter with what looked like one of the animatronics from the edutainment dinosaur-themed competitor restaurant from across town. You shook your head. You didn’t want to know.

Another difference was the activity area, also known as the Fun Zone. The gimmick of giving your kids a place to exercise off the pizza – and, more importantly, exercise off the excess energy – proved popular enough to warrant a small expansion to the building. You didn’t see the animatronic in charge of the place, though. Maybe you’d run into them later.

Your self-guided tour ended at the employee lounge. Lockers lined one wall. You took a key out of your pocket and unlocked the one with your name on it. You’d swung by a few hours earlier, right before closing, to put in some cheap personal effects with which to decorate your office.

You were struggling to carry the bag filled with everything across the building to your security office when a voice rang out and stopped you.

“Hey there cub, you look like you’re struggling. Need a hand?”

You turned around to face the voice and came face to face with a feminine tiger. Your eyes dropped down of their own accord to the form-fitting t-shirt with “Fun Zone” emblazoned on it. Scratch that, a very feminine tiger.

Said tiger snapped her fingers in front of your face to get your attention. “Hey, you in there pal? I asked you if you needed a hand.” The tiger didn’t wait for you to respond, grabbing the bag out of your arms and holding it up with a single hand with ease. “You the new guy?”

You answered her this time. “Yeah, I just got hired for the night shift.”

“Alright, newbie. Follow me.”

You dutifully followed the tiger. Had you been a couple years younger and still tightly gripped by hormones you would’ve admitted the view from behind her was nice. Of course, as a grown man – even if you didn’t feel like it – you were above such things. Your eyes were simply locked onto her tail that flicked excitedly back and forth. That was all.

The two of you reached your office in short order.  Two windows, two doors, some posters, a cupcake, a chair, and a desk with a fan. Your new home away from home. The tiger plopped your bag down on the desk and turned to beam at you. Her smile was infectious in a way, and you shot back a grin to match.

The tiger watched you while you personalized your space. A couple of pictures: one of family and one of friends. Some old Fazbear merchandise you felt would be appropriate to bring. A few books to flip through during the slow nights. The random assortment of junk grew and grew. It was no wonder you had trouble carrying your back, you didn’t even remember half of the stuff you put in it!

When you were finally done the tiger coughed to bring your attention to her. Then she stood proudly, chest puffed out and hands on her wide hips. “Alright cub, the name’s Tammy.” The tiger, whose name you now knew, thrust her hand out for a handshake.

You took the proffered hand and gave Tammy an unsure smile. “Hey Tammy, my name’s-“ Your introduction was interrupted by the vice grip Tammy was now applying to your hand.

“You sure you’re old enough to be working here, cub?” The toothy grin she shot you was stubbornly matched by one of your own. Tammy seemed satisfied by this, and she let off the pressure. “Yeah,” you said.  “I am. I just graduated high school and I took this job to make some money before college.”

Tammy let go of your hand. “Well, cub. What say you and I have a little fun?” At your questioning look she laughed and threw an arm around your shoulder. You ignored the soft sensation that pressed against your head. “Listen. I’m in charge of fitness around here, and you definitely need a bit more in your life. How about we do a bit exercise before your shift starts? Maybe you can even make it a regular thing.”

It was troublesome, and unnecessary, and you were probably going to be sore afterwards, and you didn’t even like exercise in the first place. You weren’t sure why you accepted, although Tammy’s pleased purr gave you an inkling.



You had to admit that Tammy certainly knew how to make fitness fun.  A quick warm-up in the tiger’s Fun Zone led to pickup game of basketball on the very small half-court. When she finally called time after dribbling circles around you for thirty minutes you fell flat on your ass, panting and sweaty.

After a few minutes to cool off Tammy gave you your discarded purple jacket, which you dutifully and reluctantly pulled on over your wifebeater. The tiger bounced on her heels with excitement. “That was a lot of fun, tiger cub! We’ll definitely have to do this every night.”

You really wanted to protest, but her smile stopped you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

The night shift was completely uneventful. Your job, if it could even be called that, consisted of flipping through the cameras every fifteen or so minutes. In between your attention was entirely taken up by books and magazines. Mostly, you tried to recover from all the running you’d done earlier. You definitely weren’t an unfit guy, but Tammy had a way of pushing you right to your limits.

When the end of your shift came you clocked out and headed home. The same animatronic who’d waved at you earlier did so again, and you gave them a nod in return. The two animatronics in the arcade were still plugging away, and you heard one exclaim they were about to get the high score. Tammy was nowhere to be found.

The sun was peeking out when you left the restaurant. The air was surprisingly chilly for summer, and the dew glistened in the rays of the dawn’s light. The moment you got home you ate a massive meal and passed out on your bed, worn out and legs feeling like jelly.

The next several shifts were very much like your first one. Greet the animatronics on stage, ignore the animatronics in the arcade, and head over to the Fun Zone to play with Tammy. The second day had been racquetball against the back wall, the third soccer on a very cramped ‘field’ made by clearing a space and putting some small goals on either end. Afterwards, a quiet six hours reading and securing.

A few more days passed. You finally got used to the rhythm. It was then, like she’d been waiting for you to grow complacent, that Tammy changed things up.



“Keep going tiger cub, you can do it!”

Your arms felt like they were made of rubber. Sweat dripped from your hair. You managed one last pushup, then collapsed boneless. Tammy paced over and bent down to rub your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it.”

Tammy had met you at the door, a first in the week you’d been working there. Then, she threw an arm around you and loudly proclaimed that she wasn’t impressed. Offended but unsure about what, you’d asked for clarification.

It was at that moment that Tammy revealed herself to be a demon in disguise.

The tiger felt that you needed to work a bit more, needed to be a bit stronger, a bit faster, a bit better. “As good as I know you can be,” she’d said. Therefore, the obvious solution was to put you on a training routine.

Said routine was almost hellish. Tammy seemed to have an intuitive grasp of your physical and mental limits, and always knew when to give you encouragement and when to let you take a break. Sometimes she’d even offer a towel or some water with which to rehydrate.

“There, up you go,” the tiger said, lifting you from the ground with casual ease and placing you on your feet. You steadied yourself and wiped away the sweat. It had already become custom for you to come to the restaurant in what you’d deemed your “workout clothes” and then get changed in the break room. No other employees were ever there and the animatronics always gave you your privacy.

Tammy patted you on the shoulder. “Nice hustle.” The tiger paused with her hand on your shoulder, which she then started squeezing appreciatively. “You know, we haven’t even been doing this all that long and you’re already getting some muscle. That’s good, a man should be fit.”

The two of you proceeded to do some cool-down stretching. Tammy seemed to delight in showing off her flexibility, taunting you about your lack thereof and encouraging you to keep going in equal measures. It motivated you to reach a little bit further, to bend that extra inch.

Then, it was off to do your job.

It started off the same as it always did. The first couple of hours were mostly spent reading. Time passed slowly yet pleasantly. You were just finishing up an article in a magazine – a firearm one whose cover had caught your eye while buying groceries – when the routine got shaken up.

Tammy knocked on the doorframe, then confidently strode in.

“Hey Tammy,” you said, closing the magazine and tossing it onto your desk. “What’s up?”

Tammy’s eyes wandered around the small room, then lingered on you. “I was just curious, is all. I never cared much to watch the old night guard do his thing in here.”

“Well,” you chortled, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Oh, har har.” Tammy deadpanned. The tiger shoved some junk over and sat down on your desk. “So what do you do all night, anyways?” Here eyes peered around the cramped office as though she was trying to uncover some hidden secret.

You shrugged. “Not much really. Just read stuff and check the cameras every so often. Sometimes I’ll doodle on a sheet of paper or whatever.”

Tammy hummed, trying a failing to seem interested. She kicked her legs back and forth while she watched you work. Check the cameras, read for a bit; check the cameras, read for a bit. The process repeated itself several times. Then, Tammy broke the comfortable silence.

“Bah, this is boring. Don’t you do anything fun back here?”

“Not really, this is my job. It’s not meant to be fun.” You paused just as you were about to start reading again. “Actually, how about we play some paper football?”

Tammy perked up at that. “What’s paper football?”

You laughed. “Here, let me show you.” You reached into one of the drawers on your desk and grabbed a sheet of paper. Then, you carefully folded it into a triangle with an ease born from years of goofing off in class, tucking the end into a paper ‘pocket’. “There we go,” you said, oddly proud of yourself.

A quick explanation of the rules and you were off. Tammy’s boundless energy couldn’t quite be restrained by a game that involved sitting and doing nothing more strenuous than flicking your finger, but the promise of competition was enough to make up for it. The tiger focused hard on the game, fired up and aiming to win.

Both you and Tammy passed the rest of your shift playing a few games of paper football. Whether it was Tammy’s over-the-top celebrations when she won, or your less-over-the-top-but-still-excessive celebratory dances, the night brought smiles and laughter to both of you. When six rolled around, you were surprised by how much you wanted to stay.

Tammy seemed the same way. “Come on, tiger,” she pouted. “ Your shift’s over, come play some more games with me.”

You shook your head. “Sorry Tammy, I can’t. I need to get home.”

Tammy pouted even harder and crossed her arms, which did some interesting things to her anatomy. You looked away, suddenly very interested in the posters on the wall. Unfortunately for you, that interest meant you failed to notice the gleam in Tammy’s eyes.

“Tiger cub~”, she crooned. You gulped and turned back to face her. You eyes bugged out when she leaned forward, arms crossed under her bust and pushing it up. “Are you sure you don’t want to play some basketball? Maybe some floor hockey?”

You booked it out of the security office, babbling a stream of excuse. Tammy’s hard laughter reached your red ears and followed you all the way out the front door.

The following day – or night, rather – neither you nor Tammy acted any differently from the usual. Tammy coached you through some exercise same as always, and like usual you managed to do just a little bit better than you had the day before. Tammy’s teasing had been on your mind, had made you a bit more aware of her, but you kept yourself under control. Plus, Tammy acted as though she had already forgotten. Soon, it left your mind completely.



A month had passed. A month of exertion and laughter, of sweat and fun. Before you knew it, the days dwindled away and you only had a week left.

It felt melancholic in a sense. Even though only a month-and-a-half had gone by, it felt like a lifetime. Tammy had come into your life like a whirlwind, and shaken everything up. Not just physically – although you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror after showers – but also mentally. You actually felt more confident, more sure of yourself.

You’d walked into Freddy Fazbear’s not sure where you were headed in life, and while you still weren’t sure you knew you’d be able to handle whatever came your way. There was just one problem, though.

Tammy had drifted away from you.

The workouts the past couple of days hadn’t had the same level of passion to them. You’d gotten so used to her presence in the security office that the gap caused by her absence was too distracting for you to even read.  Whatever the cause of this mystery, you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

The next night began like the previous ones had. Some warming up followed by a bit of exercise. Just like the last few nights, Tammy offered minimal advice or encouragement. Every time you looked over at her she avoided eye contact. The session was short and subdued, to the point that you almost didn’t need to cool down.

“Tammy,” you called. Tammy jolted and her tail went stiff. You bulldozed ahead. “What’s the matter? Why’ve you been acting weird the past few days?”

Tammy looked at you, and then swiftly looked away when the two of you locked eyes. “It’s nothing, tiger.”

You chewed on your lip. “Look, I don’t want my employment here to end on a bad note.” Tammy jumped. “I’d like to be able to come back here during breaks and hang out with you, you know?”

You didn’t miss how Tammy’s shoulders relaxed when you said that. Before you could say anything else, though, Tammy’s ears perked up and she turned back to look at you. “You’d better, tiger!” Bravado filled her voice, as she seemed to almost swell with confidence. “After all, if you don’t come back to visit then how’ll I know you’re keeping up an acceptable level of fitness?”

You smiled back at her. “Don’t worry,” you bragged. “I’ll be so buff when I get back you won’t even recognize me.”

Tammy laughed at that and clapped you on the back. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”

You made your way out of the Fun Zone and were heading to the employee lounge feeling satisfied when Tammy called out to you.

“Let’s make this last week one to remember!”



You were sitting on a bench in the employee lounge a little while later, just taking a few moments to enjoy the feeling of a weight no longer being on your shoulders. It was a comfortable bench, nice and padded. It’d been your companion many a night so far, and it was sad to know you’d likely never sit on it again after another week. It was weird to admit it, but you felt attached.

You had just gotten up and removed your shirt and pants to change into your work uniform when the door opened. You stiffened in shock and turned to look. Tammy had just walked in, and was eyeing you up and down while she moved closer to you.

“Wow,” she whistled. “The exercise has really done you good.”

You fought down the blush on your face. “What are you doing in here, Tammy?”

“I told you, didn’t I? That we’d be making this a week to remember.”

Tammy stalked the last few steps over to you. She loomed over you, and whether it was the gleam in her eye or the grin that pulled at her lips something about her felt dangerous. Before you could say anything the tiger’s hand came up underneath your chin and forced your face up.

“Now,” she purred, eyes narrowed. “Let’s make some memories together.”

Tammy leaned down and smashed her face to yours; locking lips with you before you could even react. You gasped into her mouth, and she took the opportunity to explore and claim it as her own. Her tongue was cold and metallic, but warmed up quickly after coming into contact with yours. It was rough, too: like sandpaper but not as coarse.

The hand beneath your chin fell away to rest on your hip, but you didn’t pull away. If anything, you pushed against Tammy harder. While your tongues wrestled for dominance – Tammy’s competitiveness shone even here – your own hand mirrored Tammy’s, resting on her hip. Your finger idly played with the waistband of her athletic shorts.

Without warning, Tammy pulled her face away. A glimpse of clouded over eyes and a line of drool hanging from her lips was all you got before she crushed you in a hug and lifted you off the floor. Then, Tammy pinned you to the bench.  Your back pressed firmly into it and your arms were trapped above your head.

Tammy bent her head to deliver one last searing kiss. You felt her purr into your mouth before she separated. A clawed hand trailed down your bare chest to your boxers, then squeezed the growing lump there. The tiger animatronic’s grin screamed predatory as she slid down your body, and when she reached your boxers she aggressively ripped them down.

You were already at half-mast, but a few quick strokes brought you to full attention. Tammy looked up at you and winked playfully, drawing a weak smile from you. Then she brushed back the tuft of fur on her cheek with one hand, firmly grasped the base of your shaft with the other, and stuck her tongue out until it was nearly touching your head.

Artificial saliva built up at the tip of her tongue and spilled out. Her drool coated your head, then your shaft, then pooled against her hand. Once she felt you were suitably wet, Tammy stroked you a few more times. She squeezed her fingers at the top of each stroke and twisted her wrist going up and down for good measure.

Tammy stopped all too soon, leaving you to open the eyes you didn’t know you had closed to look down at her. Tammy maintained eye contact as she leaned down and licked your head. Her tongue swirled around your tip before dragging down the underside of your cock. The tiger gave you an extensive tongue bath, her slightly rough tongue not at all unpleasant against your sensitive skin.

After she was done with that, Tammy unexpectedly dove down, gulping your cock all the way to the base and swallowing a couple times. She took her time coming back up, sucking hard and creating a vacuum in her mouth. The tiger’s lips dragged and clung to your shaft and head before she released you with a pop.

“You know, tiger,” she said. “I’ve noticed you staring at my chest whenever we played games together. Watching them bounce, watching them jiggle, watching them sway~. What say I really blow your mind?”

Tammy sat up, straddling your shins. Then she inched her athletic t-shirt up, slowly revealing more and more orange faux fur to your hungry eyes. She lifted her shirt right until her large kitty titties spilled out. They were big, bigger than her shirt had made them seem, and had the kind of perkiness that no organic creature could attain.

Tammy chuckled at your wide eyes and wrapped her breasts around your cock, then rolled her shirt back down to hide her tits from your sight. She chuckled again at the affronted look you shot her. That look didn’t last long, though, when she started to move.

Her soft tits wrapped around your cock felt wonderful. Tammy bounced them up and down along your length. Every so often she’d switch it up, moving one side of her chest up while she moved the other side down, alternating back and forth. Sometimes she’d even stop moving entirely just so that she could squeeze you as tightly as she could.

Your precum was leaking like a sieve, and Tammy licked her lips at the sight of it staining her shirt. The damp spot was already large and still growing. She bent her face down and sealed her lips around your head, sucking on you through her shirt. Her titfuck continued, and her tongue massaged you through the fabric.

The final straw was the purring. The rumble of Tammy’s purr could be felt in her chest, the sensation transferring to you while she moved up and down.  She continued kneading your tip with her tongue, and the vibrations felt extra strong there. Unable to stop yourself, you reached down and grabbed two big handfuls of tiger tits. The soft artificial flesh spilled between your fingers, and you wildly thrust your hips up, sprinting towards a powerful release.

Tammy pulled away from you right at the edge of your orgasm. You couldn’t stop the groan of frustration from escaping your throat, and you looked at Tammy. She had a mischievous grin on her face, and she bent down to nibble on the inside of your thighs.

“What kind of memory would this be if we let the fun end now?”

Your muscles jumped while Tammy worked her way up your body. With the exception of a quick lick she avoided your groin entirely, content with letting you cool off. Her mouth planted kisses and her teeth nipped your flesh. She ended her journey at your neck, where she sucked hard and claimed you with a hickey.

The lust in the air was palpable as Tammy slipped off her athletic shorts. She was unexpectedly gentle when she straddled you again, guiding your length to her core and inserting you.

Tammy was warm, wet, and tight. Her inner walls clamped down on you and squeezed hard when you bottomed out inside of her, and Tammy let out a throaty moan. It was when she threw her head back that you saw your chance.

The moan turned into a gasp of shock when you found a reserve of strength you didn’t know you had and flipped the two of you around. Now on top, you grinned down at Tammy. The tiger’s surprised expression melted away into one of heady lust.

You thrust yourself into Tammy again, drawing a whimper out of the animatronic beneath you. You jackhammered into her with no mercy, pounding at her pussy as hard as you could. Tammy’s gasps of pleasure and delight spurred you on even further, and you felt Tammy’s walls get even tighter.

Tammy curled her tail around your waist, pulling you in closer so that you could thrust into her even deeper. You showed your appreciation by obliging her, and the orgasm Tammy was building towards came explosively. She threw her head back and yowled, her claws coming up to scratch your back.

The walls of Tammy’s pussy spasmed and clenched in their attempt to milk an orgasm out of your length. Her lips clung to your shaft, jealously trying to pull you back in every time your hips rocked back and clenching invitingly with every thrust.

Lost to the pleasure now, you hammered down into Tammy. Your hips rolled and bucked with all the strength you could muster. Mesmerized at Tammy’s wildly swaying tits, you aggressively reached down and tore Tammy’s shirt up, exposing her breasts to you once more.

The impact of your hips against Tammy’s made her chest jiggle and bounce, and you instinctively groped and squeezed it. Your fingers sunk into her tits, and Tammy’s nipples were stiff against your palm.

Tammy yanked your head down, right into her breasts, and you took advantage of the offer. You nipped and suckled at each one, finally slowing your wild jackhammering down to firm, deep strokes as your rolled your hips against Tammy.  You could feel every bump and grove of her passage rubbing against your length.

The slower, more intimate pace seemed to flip a switch in the tiger beneath you. Her moans of pleasure turned into words: pleads of “more”; chants of “yes”; or just repeating “please” over and over again. Her hands seemed to seek out yours, fingers intertwining with your own. She clenched your hands, and you squeezed hers back reassuringly.

A familiar sensation began to coil in the pit of your stomach. It wound tighter with every thrust, and Tammy could feel you begin to throb. The animatronic took the opportunity to wrap her legs around you.

“Please,” she whimpered. She pulled your head away from her chest and up to her face for a surprisingly chaste kiss, then hugged. “Please,” she gasped out. You could feel her hot breath against your ear, and a gentle hiss of static as the sensations grew to be too much for her.

The coil in your stomach came unwound all at once, and you came explosively deep into Tammy. You arched your back and forced yourself to release your seed as deeply into the tiger as you could.

Tammy arched her back as well. Her eyes rolled back and a burst of white noise came out from her throat. Her walls contracted rhythmically, prolonging your orgasm in order to milk as large a load as possible out of you. Her hands holding yours seemed to tighten in time with her passage.

It took a while for either of you to come to your senses. Even then, the two of you felt more comfortable to bask in the afterglow of your fucking-turned-lovemaking. Tammy traced lazy circles on your back and sighed into your ear.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Tammy roused you from the pleasant fugue you’d entered. The combination of the haze of pleasure and simply enjoying your partner’s presence had very nearly lulled you to sleep. You blinked, mind sluggish, as she gave you a kiss, soft and chaste and loving and more full of meaning than anything else the two of you had done that night.

“Wow,” you said.

“Wow,” Tammy agreed.

You finally got up off of Tammy. Your softening member slipped out of her, and Tammy grinned down at it wickedly. Before you could move your exhausted body out of the way she dove for your member, cleaning it off with a wet slurp and paying sadistic attention to your sensitive head.

The tiger animatronic grabbed her clothes off the ground next to the bench but didn’t put them back on. Instead, she walked to the door clothes bundled in her hands. Her hips had an extra naughty sway to them, and her tail twitched back and forth.

Even though you were spent, in more way then one, you were absorbed with the view of Tammy’s wide, thick ass as she walked away from you. Every step made it ripple. A small part of you wanted to try tonight’s activities again, but from behind so you could see her second best assets. A smaller part of you wondered who made a children’s entertainer with a body like that. You watched as a trail of your cum leaked from Tammy’s pussy and stained the fur of her thighs.

You really were going to miss this place when you were at college.

Tammy looked back over her shoulder and impishly smiled at you. “Remember, tiger. You’re still working here for another six days.”

You loved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.