>Fuck I can't believe I've been doing this shit for 8 goddamn nights already.
>But that $120 paycheck so tasty I gotta muscle through it.
>Night 9, can't be that bad.
>Freddy and the gang have been fuckin around quite a bit, starting to get on my nerves, that's for damn sure.
>Flipping through the camera feeds, better check on Pirates Cove just to be safe.
>Nearly have a goddamn heart attack when you see the curtain is all the way open.
>Shit shit shit wait a minute what the fuck?
>Foxy's just sitting there on the stage, looking at the camera.
>Looks like a cooler of drinks or something is set up next to him.
>The "Out of Order" sign now says "Wanna chill?"
>Yo fuck that shit man that's fucking whack.
>Check the other cameras real quick.
>Freddy and the gang are just chilling on stage without a care in the world.
>Go back to Pirates Cove, Foxy's still just looking up at you.
>You grit you teeth and think about it for a second.
>If it's legit, it might be really good to have Foxy on your side, plus you're pretty thirsty.
>If it's a ruse then you're out $120.
>Fuck it.
>You put the camera feed down and shakily leave your security station, making a B Line for Pirates Cove.
>Fuck this place is creepy as shit.
>You peer around the corner to the Cove, and there's Foxy, just sitting and chillin.
>He turns to face you, waving at you with his hook to have a seat.
>You hesitate for a second, but he genuinely seems to not want to kill you.
>You walk over, taking a seat next to him.
>He whirs a little bit as he moves to get you a drink.
>You swear if he wasn't an animatronic it almost seems like he'd be smiling.
>You two talk for a little bit, however, due to him not being properly maintained, his voice is a little rusty, but still kinda cute.
>Wow yeah you don't know why you just used that word to describe this fucking kenyan murder machine.
>You lay back on the stage, tossing aside your now empty beer bottle.
>Foxy's not that bad actually, got a good sense of humor and everything.
>You grunt a little as you feel Foxy climbing on top of you.
>You're a little confused now, okay, but still you don't resist.
>Foxy's cool I'm sure this won't be a big deal.
>He starting rubbing against your crotch a little, straddling your hips.
>Fuck shit what's going on.
>You can feel yourself getting hard from the friction alone.
>Looking up at him, you mumble "F-Foxy, what're you doing?"
>"I've, uh, always been a bit of a booty pirate..." He doesn't stop grinding against you as he almost stutters out the words. "But how about you plunder my treasure?"
 
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