South Park: BUT HORNIER (One-shots)

FNAF CROSSOVER - Stan x Bonnie: After 7 Nights.. Pt. 1

NOTE: "The animatronics are children". So are SP characters, but aging them up is fine :// Hope this helps~ Bonnie been in that suit a long ahh time, anyway.

Pairing: Bonnie (FNAF, top) x Stan (SP, bottom)
Synopsis: Following his 7th night working, one of the animatronics begins to behave differently. After this goes on for a while, Stan decides to investigate...
Words: 1,000+

** Smut begins in the next chapter.

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Stan sat in the driver's seat of his pick-up truck. He stares out at the pizzeria he's parked in front of while biting at his fingernails. At this rate, he'd have them down to the quick in no time.

Sighing, he reaches over and pops open the glove box. Random papers, trash, and even a beer can fall out as he shuffles stuff around to grab his notepad.

He skims over the short bullet point list of information he'd written down. Stan's self-aware enough to know he's just procrastinating from going inside. There's almost nothing on the pages.

All he knows is that Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was originally from Utah (for some reason relocating to the random town of South Park, Colorado), and there were vague rumors of a bunch of sketchy shit happening on its premises.

The latter was something he could personally testify to. After all, he'd spent 9 nights flipping through camera feeds at record speeds and slamming on the buttons to close the doors on either side of his cramped office.

Despite the danger of whatever the robo-animals wanted to do to him, he found most of his complaints were eased by his salary. He needed the money.

Things had gone downhill since high school... He'd meant to leave town and move on, as was the dream of most of his peers, but it never happened.

However, there was no tragic backstory as an explanation. His parents, friends, and ex-girlfriend all would've supported his dreams. The big issue, simply, was that he didn't have any.

He'd go through the motions of each day; the alternative was too much of a bother. But he'd always been a pessimist, and age didn't alleviate it. Nothing more than basic day-to-day survival was worth the effort to him.

So, now, he lived in an apartment on the outskirts of town with his childhood friend, Kenny, and-- worked the night shift at a shitty, creepy pizzeria. He supposed there were uglier ways to make rent.

Sighing, Stan tosses the notepad aside and gets out of the car. He grabs his keys and makes sure his badge is in his hoodie pocket in case the day staff sees him.

As casually as possible, he loops around to the back of the building and enters the security code for a door. It lets him into the west hallway, which is left of his office.

He snickers, This is the side where that damn rabbit first tried to get me... And here I am, willingly going to see it.

He walks quickly through the main area, staying out of sight of the staff, parents, and children. It's weird to hear the excited laughter instead of silence, aside from the quiet whirring of the cameras.

It'd be faster to go straight, but instead, he loops around through the Pirate's Cove (not even glancing to see if Foxy is stationed there). Passing the kitchen in the hall, he shudders, recalling the weird sound of rattling dishes he often hears.

Finally, he reaches the backstage and maintenance area. He is relieved to see that the schedule he'd read the night before is right. Bonnie is standing there, all alone and powered off. For whatever reason, the birthday party had only requested Freddy and Chica.

Now, what the hell do I do?

Stan walks over, behind Bonnie. He knows the animatronics use a rechargeable battery to operate but isn't sure how they're initially powered up.

Skimming his fingers over the back of the robot, he finally finds a small rectangular panel. Nudging it open, he sees an on/off button. His heartbeat thuds rapidly in his chest, and his breathing is shallow, but he presses it anyway.

A/N: Here's where sh*t gets stupid & I lose my integrity as a writer</3

As the animatronic boots up, he steps around to face it, backing up as far from it as possible. Its "eyelids" open, and it stares at him without moving.

Stan stares back.

He gets fed up after about five minutes of standing and staring. Sighing, he crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground.

"So.. Are you.. sentient?"

To his absolute shock, the rabbit's head sharply snaps down and then up again in a nodding motion.

Stan's eyes widen, and he nearly falls over, jumping back and smacking against the wall.

"OH.. Ah, ahaha.. Okay..." He laughs awkwardly.

"Agh. Wow, okay, so-- second question: are your friends trying to, y'know.. kill me?"

It repeats the same motion, and he gulps, feeling as though his body is freezing over in terror.

He feels the intense urge to run but makes himself stay, hoping his "if it wanted to kill me, it'd have already done it" assumption is correct.

"Are you?"

Its head jerks to the side.

"Haha.. ha.. well, t-that's nice, Bonnie. Thanks..." He scratches his neck.

"Um.. so, uh, the other night.. when Chica rushed into the east hall and I was too slow to close the door.. and you stopped her from entering.. w-were you pro- protecting me?"

That same awful nodding motion.

Stan drops down to the floor, crouching and hugging his knees.

"Why?" He whispers, looking up.

Its hand moves, snapping towards its chest. Then, its fingers robotically adjust, forming.. a heart before pointing at him.

What the fuck? Did the goddamn robot bunny just say it loves me?

"W-will you keep protecting me?"

Its arms drop down to its sides before each bends up, forming a W-shape. A shrug.

"W-what do you- is- is there something I can do..?"

It snaps his head down and up. Then, jabs its hand towards itself before lifting one finger horizontally in the air. It points at him with its other hand before creating an O-shape with it.

Then, it shoves the straight finger into it, making the graphic motion.

Stan could pass out.

"You want to f-f-fuck me?"

It drops its arm before raising its right hand in a thumbs-up.

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Later that night...

Stan meets Bonnie in a supply closet. He'd had a hard time figuring out the logistics of how'd they "do it".. considering the animatronic doesn't have a penis. But he'd done some research and came up with a solution...

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A/N:

I FUCKING FORGOT ABT THIS CURSED BS I WROTE UNTIL Addictedtosouthpark_ MADE A FNAF REF SO BLAME HER FOR DREDGING THIS UP 🥰

Oh, yeah, also.. the explanation: me & my friends were tryna figure out the logistics of how 1 would f*ck an animatronic (since.. there r ppl in the fandom tht..) & Helena's tiny brain said, "jus put some silicone on tht b*tch". ://

And I <3 FNAF & SP,,,
& I write smut,

Nvm, there's no justification...

I really f*ckin hate that I have to write pt. 2 of this 😨

EDIT:

NOOO EVERY TIME SOMEONE READS THIS I FEEL WORSE 😱😱😱😱 AN I KINDA FEEL BAD THIS IS THE 1ST UPDATE IN WEEKS 💀