The New Guy: A FNIA Fanfic

Night 2 Finale

Freddy was giggling at the sight. Matthew was there on the floor of the office, unconscious and unmoving. This was certainly a rare scenario, as usually whenever Foxy got to the night guards, she would keep going with them until their shift had ended, long after they had already passed out or even died. Maybe she was just feeling extra generous tonight. Well, whatever the reason, Freddy was going to take advantage of it. She enterd and carefully picked up Matthew, setting him down in the swivel chair after taking his glasses off of it and setting them on the desk, right next to the camera tablet. Then, she turned back and faced his sleeping body.

"It's no fun if you're still asleep..."

Freddy kicked his left leg, but Matthew didn't even react, still out cold. Not giving up, she then kicked his right leg, even harder, which caused him to wake up almost immediately, groaning loudly in pain. His right leg was the one that he had stupidly tried to kick Foxy with. After this, Matthew was definitely going to limp and his leg will feel mighty sore for another day.

"Hey! What's the big id-" Matthew was cut off as a brown pair of good-sized breasts were shoved directly into his face, blocking his vision and ability to speak. "Mmph!" was all he could manage to say as he struggled, trying to push Freddy off of him. She was much stronger, though, and held onto him tightly.

"Oh, I love it when they struggle. It's so much more satisfying. Well, for me, at least..." Freddy said, smiling widely in her lust.

Thinking quickly, Matthew leaned back in the chair, and it fell over, just like last time. Freddy went along with him, losing her grip. She would've landed on top of him if Matthew hadn't used the sudden momentum to roll out of the way. Still speechless as he stood back up, Freddy standing across from him, facing each other. Matthew was starting to think that the animatronics were the real perverts here.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Freddy teased him.

"No... but... to just... do that... to me..." Matthew's voice trailed off. He didn't really need to say anymore. Trying to take his mind off it, he pulled out his phone and saw the time.

5:48AM

"Oh, shoot! It's almost the end of my shift and I forgot to see that white fox!" Matthew exclaimed. He had been planning to see her, and and least hopefully, try to confirm that she wouldn't be trying to kill him.

"Who, do you mean Mangle, over in the kids' area? Don't waste your time, she's shier than you! Too shy for her own good is what she really is." Freddy said. Matthew gave her a small glare as he spoke next.

"I could tell, but I still wanted to at least be acquainted with everyone so I would know where I stand with each of you, and it looks like I just figured it out with you and Foxy."

"You mean you're only doing this to have some sort of sexual act with all of us? So you are a pervert, I knew it!" Freddy's eyes suddenly started to glare at Matthew, but he continued with his, not being intimidated this time.

"No, just see them and talk a bit, and know if they're really trying to kill me. Besides, it was all of you girls forcing the sexual acts onto me, more specifically, without my consent... If I were you, I'd start thinking about who the real perverts are..."

Without another word, Matthew grabbed his glasses off the desk and put them back on. He exited the office, limping rather slowly to keep weight off of his right leg. He was heading to Mangle's Cove, leaving Freddy alone to think about what he had just told her.

Matthew arrived outside the cove, and stood away from the curtains before calling out.

"Hello? Mangle? Are you there? Can you hear me?"

Mangle was hiding inside, and was quite surprised that the new night guard was right outside her cove, and even more so that he seemed to know her name. She was shuddering in shy fear, keeping herself silent and motionless.

"I promise not to hurt you. I just want to talk, get to know you better. Mangle?"

It was no use. Matthew's phone notified him that it had turned 6AM, and he had to leave, for his shift was over. He promised himself that he will still try and talk to her, and maybe then she could be more social. It was wirth a shot, at least. Perhaps he could draw her out with some kind of food or something.

*Can animatronics actually taste food, though?* Matthew was wondering, *And if so, what kinds of foods do most girls like?*