Title:           Freddy Fazbear's Museum - Sister Act
Author:          Mad_Sandwich
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/7X127unC
First Edit:      Monday 29th of June 2015 03:42:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 22nd of July 2015 05:38:00 AM CDT

>Sitting in office, perma-wet Chica attached to window.
>Doors firmly closed, because fuck that shit after seeing the nightmare fuel that was The Easter Horror.
>Drinking illegally on the job from the one stash that the Mini-freds hadn't plundered.
>Off in the distance you hear a gentle "Yar.." echo through the building.
>Fucking Foxy. Chica raps her metal knuckles against the window.
>"Hey, Guardey!"
"What."
>"I got something to show ya'!"
"I swear to god, if it's another vagina demonstration, I'll-"
>She pulls another abomination into view.
>"It's my sister! Say hi, sis!"
>Sweet jesus have mercy on my security guard soul.
>It's another monster, only this time it's a bastardization of Chica.
>Three rows of razor-sharp teeth, glinting red eyes, a pair of dangerous talons in place of fingers, the works.
>The Boss really delved deep into the "Being a fucking dick" barrel for this one.
>"HELLO, GUARD!"
>The voice is somewhat more feminine than the other abominations, but still, it's a fucking monster.
>"Ain'tcha gonna let us in? I wanna show my new sister here our special trick!"
>She runs a finger down to her leaking crotch, soaking her finger and drawing a crude picture of her pounding the heck out of you
on the already wet window.
>"I'll let ya in on a secret, Guardey."
>She leans in and whispers.
>"She wants to try you out too!"
>You feel faint, yet you also have an erection.
"F-fuck you, traitor!"
>You whisper angrily at the "flashlight" straining against the confines of your pants.
>"Ooh! Looks like little Guardey wants to play too!"
>Shaking your head furiously, you sign the international sign for "Fuck off" at the two perverted interlopers outside your door.
>Still your treacherous organ grows.
>Grinning wildly, the two Chica's grow increasingly more excited. You continue to give them the finger.
>Uh, the middle finger, that is, not the.. whatever.
>Bored of flipping them off, you turn around-
>And immediately walk into a waiting Mangle, her vaginal module positioned perfectly at mouth level.
>"OoOoH! Guard!"
>Panic. Start moving backwards. Slip on a puddle of Mangle juices under foot. Fall backwards, straight onto the control panel.
>Back of head, meet door button.
"FUCK!" *CRUNCH*
>Jesus, take the wheel, I'm peacing out.
>Your last image is of the three desperates, grinning at each other as they descend upon your helpless, and still erect, body.
 
...
 
>Wake up confused. Look down at crotch. No pants, liquid everywhere, balls hurting from multiple orgasms.
>Robo-stank everywhere. Two love notes on the window.
>Pulling yourself up, you groan.
>Wait, two? But there was three of them-
>Notice third note on table, next to inconspicious metal tube leaking white fluid.
>Read note aloud.
>"Dear Guard. We fucked your brains out, thanks for the free sex. Mangle. P.S, I left my youknowwhat on the table, feel free to
go again, I'll know when you do. Hastily drawn scribble of a heart. End."
>Fuck.