Night 3

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The next night, Mark went through his normal routine of getting ready for work, all the while thinking about M/N. After Mark had fallen on top of him, they were so close. The half-Asian male couldn't help but imagine what could have happened if he had just leaned in a little further. Their lips would have touched, starting out as a slow, shy kiss before picking up in speed and intensity, becoming more passionate and lustful. Mark's hands would finally get to roam M/N's sculpted chest, reaching below that open flannel he always wore. A huge bulge would start growing beneath him as M/N would break the kiss, only to start moving to Mark's neck, kissing and biting. Mark's hands would continue to trace the dips and curves of M/N's muscles while M/N's hands would slowly creep down to grip Mark's ass...

Mark was snapped out of his daydream by the warning alarm he had set to tell himself when he had to leave for work. He cursed himself for loosing track of time and became even more upset with himself when he noticed a strain below his belt.

When Mark finally got to work, he was grateful no one was there to get onto him for being late. Wait... No one was there. Where was M/N? Mark sighed, deciding to just sit down at his desk and check the cameras. Maybe he could find his crush somewhere else in the building.

Hours had passed, and still no sign of M/N. The animatronics were more active tonight, too. Mark was starting to get worried.

"Ugh," a groan came from the corner of the office, "my head."

Mark's attention snapped over to the unlit corner that the sound of his crush's voice had come from. "M/N?"

"Mark?" the male responded groggily. Mark could see M/N's silhouette reach up to rub at its head.

Mark rushed over to the male and started to bombard him with questions of what happened. When he got no coherent response, Mark decided to bring M/N over to the office chair to get a better look at him. The second he started to maneuver M/N into a better position to drag him into the light, he saw a slight glint around M/N's stomach. Was that... metal?!?

Mark started to panic a bit at this point. His friend and crush was obviously seriously hurt. Mark quickly dragged M/N out into the light and gasped at what he saw.

M/N's gut was torn open.

Not only that, but there were no intestines, no stomach, no liver, nothing that should be there. It was all metal, with wires connecting different bits and pieces.

Mark's gut twisted at the sight. What was this thing? Where was M/N? Mark thought for a moment until he realized, what if this was M/N? What had they done to him?

All the while Mark was processing the sight before him, M/N was coming to his senses. He started to take in his surroundings and saw Mark hovering above him, looking very upset and slightly sick. M/N quickly looked around to try to find what could have upset him so much, when a sudden realization hit him. He looked down at himself.

"Shit."

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Finally (kinda) revealed what Reader is! Also added a lime at the beginning. I thought it would be kinda nice. Also, sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I was planning on posting chapters within a few days of each other, since this will probably be a bit shorter story, (Kinda fitting, but it'll probably end on night 5 or 6) but something came up.

Well, let me know what you think in the comments and vote if you liked it! Thanks for reading!

See ya!

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