"Oh my god! I'm sorry I'm... late?" You burst into the Pizzeria, doubled over as you tried to catch your breath. Straightening up, you realised the place was empty. No customers, no bar staff; not even Freddy was on the deserted stage. Maybe it was closed? But then... why was the door unlocked?

"This is... wierd..." You muttered, taking a few steps inside the establishment; gaze running over the tables lined with party hats and confetti. A pretty regular set out, as always. Well, saying that, you had only been working here a week. Though, this was probably the first job you didn't mind turning up to, as early as your shift started. You had met the Pizzeria's mascots, the famous band consisting of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica; and of course Foxy down at Pirate Cove. Freddy was the one who invited you to take the job as the new waitress, and he had shown you the ropes when you were first getting started. Chica was energetic and fun-loving, while Foxy was a little more reserved, though with a few beers even he loosened up and left Pirate Cove. Bonnie on the other hand... you hadn't seen him much considering he was the guitarist of the performing band. Freddy had assured you he was just shy, but there was something in his eyes that made you think otherwise.

"AAAAHHHH!"

"RUN RUN RUN! GODDAMMIT FREDDY RUN!"

"I AM RUNNING FOXY!"

"LOSE SOME BLOODY WEIGHT THEN YE  FLIMSY LANDLUBBER!"

"What the-?" You recognized Chica's scream and Foxy's panicked cries, encouraging Freddy to run faster. But what were they running from? You had a small breakdown inside, frantic thoughts of a murderer on the loose passing through your head. You grabbed a purple guitar from the stage, priming it as a weapon as you charged down the corridor. You hear more cries coming from your left. The security room! You roared and kicked the door open, witnessing the horrifying scene before you...

Of Freddy, Chica and Foxy huddled around the security device, eyes wide and sweat breaking out on their foreheads as their character trudged through a low resolution forest on that tablet screen, the scribbled writing on virtual paper spelling out 'Don't look... or it takes you'. Bonnie was stood further back, although he too was transfixed to the screen. Chica spotted you and started; falling off her swivel chair with a thud. Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie snapped their glances to Chica, then back at you; Freddy breaking out in friendly laughter as he caught sight of your battle-ready expression.

"What are ye doin' lass?" Foxy said, straightening up and giving you a quizzical glance. You opened your mouth to speak, but then closed it.

"Are you planning a mass murder or something?" Freddy grinned as he watched you lower the guitar, though there was confusion in his sky blue eyes.

"If you're gonna kill us, you might not wanna use Bonnie's guitar! He loves that thing you know." Chica pointed out, Foxy offering her a hand to help her to her feet. You stared at Chica, then down at the guitar, then quickly to Bonnie. He was staring at you, but quickly averted his crimson gaze when your eyes met.

"Oh, I didn't mean to-" You began to apologize, but Bonnie merely shook his head and let his hair fall over his eyes. He spoke softly, monotone; but it was alluring and made you want to listen to him for hours.

"It doesn't matter." He made for the door, slipping past you as he left in silence. His hand brushed your own, and you felt a spark as your flesh made contact. His footsteps faded down the corridor until you could no longer hear his presence, and strangely, you felt more alone than when you walked into the supposedly empty Pizzeria.

"Aye, he does seem a little off." Foxy muttered, ruffling his burgundy coloured hair and sighing. He opened one golden-brown eye, directing his question at the brunette. "Ye agree Freddy?"

"Hmmm." Freddy mumbled absent-mindly, his gaze fixed on you. You glanced back, confused. His blue stare made you think he was making wild assumptions about Bonnie and you being... an item.

"Maybe pizza'll cheer him up!"

"I don' think that'll work lass." Foxy laughed, but Chica looked crestfallen. She brightened up within seconds, and began ranting to Foxy about how pepperoni was actually a healthier alternative to broccoli or something along those lines anyway.

"Yeah well, I'm gonna go give this back... Do you think he was mad at me?" You asked sullenly, hoping you hadn't annoyed the purple-haired guitarist before you'd even got a chance to talk to him.

"I've never seen him let anyone touch that guitar, not even Freddy!" Chica piped in, violet eyes sparkling.

"Aye, that's true."

"Well, maybe there's something about the new girl that he likes." Freddy grinned wolfishly as you felt your face heat up. Before having to make up excuses, you quickly exited the room, muttering something about cleaning up the stage.

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A few minutes later you had a box of unused streamers taped up and ready to store in the off limits room round back that employees were only allowed into to dump props and other disused items. You found yourself muttering as you shuffled down the corridor, ears burning as you remembered the knowing look Freddy had shot you as you left the security room.

"Stupid Freddy... He's so dead when I get back." You shoved open the door with your foot, storming through it and crashing straight into something. You toppled forwards, throwing the box to the side, expecting to land on the solid tiled floor. But instead your hands found soft fabric, which smelled lightly of citrus washing powder.

Wait, what?

You looked up and caught the crimson gaze of a blushing Bonnie, your hands clutching his purple waistcoat. Frozen with shock, you merely stared at him – and he stared back at you, cheeks tinted with an obvious flush. Finally realising what position you were in, you hastily uncurled your fingers and stepped back a few paces, eyes focused on the ground.

"Oh, umm... Hi Bonnie..." You choked out the words, overcome with embarrassment and awkwardness. Bonnie was silent, his eyes and face covered by his bangs and the shadows that rested silently upon the walls. Silence stretched between you, an unavoidable atmosphere of tension building up in the room. You decided to break the tension, and apologize about the guitar thing. Maybe that was why he was being silent...

"Look I-"

"Hey umm-"

You both began to talk simultaneously, snapping your heads up to glance at each other in shock. He gestured for you to go first, but this time he kept his gaze rested upon you. You cleared your throat and began with a nervous stutter.

"A-About earlier... With the guitar... I'm sorry." Bonnie's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but you carried on. "Chica said you really liked the guitar, and that no one else was allowed to touch it. If that's why you're upset with me, I am sorry, I had no idea."

"Who said that?" Bonnie chipped in, his expression serious – though his eyes betrayed his concern.

"Huh?"

"Who said I was upset with you?"

"Well... No one exactly... but you always act so... distant. I thought you didn't like me 'cuz I was new..."

"That's nowhere near the truth." Bonnie said determinedly, taking a few steps forward until he was only a few feet away.

"W-What?"

"I acted distant because... I was afraid of falling for you." You wanted to laugh, think it was all a laugh; but Bonnie's expression wasn't one to portray a good-natured joke.

"W-What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I like you." Bonnie stepped closer. He smiled, lighting his face up like an angel. "A lot more than I probably should."

"Bonnie I- I kinda feel the same." Bonnie looked down at you, surprised; but slightly disappointed. You had only said 'kinda'. Crap. "No. Bonnie I really do like you, but I was afraid you didn't like me back."

"Really?" He looked hopeful, and you felt sudden guilt at even thinking of turning him down.

"Yes." With your answer his lips crashed into your own, passion igniting from your heated moment. His hands travelled down to your hips while your hands tangled themselves in his silky hair. Your make-out session became more desperate, wanting- no, needing more as his hands snaked their way around your butt and pulled you closer in a possessive action. He gently nibbled on the corner of your lip, requesting entry into your mouth. You happily obliged, your tongues dancing until finally the need for air became too great. You both pulled away regretfully, looking at each other with lusty gazes that reflected your intentions. Bonnie smirked, trailing his tongue along your jaw line and neck until he reached the indent on your collarbone. He began to suck and nibble on the exposed flesh, making you scrunch your eyes shut and bite back a wanton moan. After he had finished, Bonnie eyes your t-shirt with some sort of disgust, tugging it from your frame before you could mutter a single word of protest. While entranced in your temporary moment of shock, your bra magically disappeared as well. Bonnie stared at your chest with a small smile on his face, before grasping one in each hand and playing with them mercilessly. He glazed his fingertips over your nipples and your throat contracted, a small moan escaping your lips.

"Cute..." Bonnie laughed quietly as yet another moan slipped from your mouth, betraying how much his actions were affecting you. Physically and mentally.

"S-Shut up- ah!" You tried to protest as Bonnie swirled his tongue around your mound, spiralling trails of saliva that glistened upon your sweat-beaded skin. He repeated the arousing action on your other breast, while massaging the other with a free hand. When he finally stopped, your face was flushed and your whole body felt hot and you yearned for more. Bonnie guessed this and merely grinned, ripping the remainder of your clothes from your body with inhuman speed. He spun you around so you had your palms flattened against the wall, hearing Bonnie quickly undress but unable to see him. You heard the shuffling of feet and felt his hands rest on your hips.

"You ready?" He whispered huskily, sending shivers of raw desire dancing up your spine.

"Yeah..." You panted, already out of breath from the foreplay. You felt something ghost across you entrance as Bonnie positioned himself, and with a strained grunt he pushed his member inside you. You moaned as he pressed against your velvet walls, likewise he growled as he entered you even deeper. Finally, he was inside completely; and the impatient want to continue strained at the edges of your mind. Bonnie must have felt the same, because soon enough he was thrusting with a mind-blowing force, making you yelp at he smashed into your G-spot repeatedly.

"A-ah f-fa-faster Bonnie!" You groaned as you felt the pleasure mounting in your navel; reaching your climax a lot quicker than you'd anticipated. Within the next minute of your lust-driven embrace you felt your walls tighten and ripples of unimaginable pleasure spread through your body like an electric shock. Bonnie snarled somewhat animalistically as his member twitched violently and he came inside of you, breathing heavily on the back of your neck. With a few final spurts Bonnie pulled himself out of you and staggered backwards, utterly depleted of his energy. You were tired too, but you managed to stay upright as you pulled your clothes back on raggedly. Once you were both dressed you stumbled from the back room, trying to look as normal as possible. Neither of you knew how long you'd been gone, and whether the others had even noticed. You rounded the corners and saw Freddy pouring himself a drink from the counter, looking up when he heard you entered the main party room.

"Where were you?" He asked nonchalantly, pulling out a chair. Instantly you felt your face turn red, but Bonnie quickly stepped in and answered the bear anthro.

"Cleaning up the back room. It was a real hellhole back there..." Bonnie laughed nervously, but Freddy didn't seem to catch his tone.

"I see. Well, it's nearly time to go."

"But it's only lunch time." You piped up, confused.

"Yeah well, it was a kinda 'inset' day or something today, you know, to get the place cleaned up before the schools all break up tomorrow."

"Oh, that's why there wasn't anyone here."

"Yeah, I'll be leaving soon." Freddy stood up, leaving his drink on the table as he made his way to the main hall. He paused just before he was out of view, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. "Oh and... congratulations."