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Begging for months finally worked. Especially pulling the birthday card. Normally you wouldn’t have gotten much but after last year your parents owed you big time. You were enthralled by the lights, music, colors, and idolized characters you saw on stage at Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. It took an hour to drive there but it was totally worth it. It was 'better than Disney World' as you told them after the show. Your dad and siblings went ahead to the car as your mother was supposed to stay back and stand by the bathroom. Yet it really wasn’t a good idea since before you walked in, crowds of people were exiting the show and everyone blended together. Yet after coming out of the bathroom there was no one to be seen. It was as if they had vanished out of thin air. You didn’t think you took that long, but people moved fast, eager to go home especially after long movies or concerts.
You glanced around for a police officer, or maybe even a janitor. You didn’t need a map as the doors were right there, it would just be nice to ask and make sure if your mom had stayed like she was supposed to or if she was out in the parking lot with the rest of your family. You had a phone for emergency calls but the signal was gone due to the metal roofing. Maybe it’d be okay if you went outside just for a signal then quickly call them to pick you up. You went to the glass doors and pushed and bumped your whole body into it. You blinked, then tried pulling instead. You tried a few more times back and forth between pushing and pulling but it was no use. They already locked up. Which meant you were locked in.
There was a light rain outside and anxiety filled your chest and mind with shallow breaths and outrageous thoughts.
‘You’re fine. They’ll come back. Plus, look where you are!’
You turned around to get a look at the giant room all to yourself. The entire building was empty. Honestly, you could get snacks and if someone caught you then you’d have the excuse of being locked in and scared. No one would blame a kid for that.
You searched the food court for chips and plastic bottled drinks you could fit in your backpack, shoving down your favorite stuffed animal you brought in case of a scary scenario such as this one. You saw the sign pointing to the daycare center on your way out, following it in hopes to find some supplies in order to sleep if there was a nursery with blankets and pillows. You’d be able to hunker down till sunrise for when the doors opened.
You found the entrance to a slide, seeming to be the only way down there without having to find a completely different route. You were always a little claustrophobic, especially when it came to fully enclosed water slides, and this was the equivalent with how dark it was. You held onto the straps of your backpack and prepared for the uncomfortable ride down. You got stopped a few times due to the plastic heels of your shoes, although with the speed of some turns you began to do it on purpose to keep from going too fast.
At the end you got launched into a giant pit that was so deep you seemed to drown under all the plastic balls that muffled your landing. Pushing them away to clear your view you heard a voice from above, one of the animatronics that jumped into the pit with you that disappeared for a moment before scaring you with the sudden closeness, grabbing you by your backpack to pull you up out of the enclosure like a stray kitten.
Noticing your unbalanced footing, the robot held you steady before introducing himself.
"Hello new friend! You're up quite late! Are you here for slumber party? Where are your friends? We can finger paint, share stories, drink fizzy drinks till our stomachs ache and even stay up allllll night! Doesn't that sound fun? BUT ONE RULE: the lights must stay on!" You looked at him with hint of fear, not necessarily because of the fact that he was a talking robot with a bit of a scary face, but more so the fact you weren't used to socializing with strangers, let alone ones who were so loud and outgoing. He emitted a steady whirr of light cranking noises like a wound up clock as he refused to stand still, swaying from side to side and getting close to your face to excitedly talk, “Are you having fun yet? Huh huh?”
Attempting a smile you replied softly, “I’m not here for a slumber party… Not originally, my parents left me here and the doors were locked.”
“Oh no, oh no, that’s no good, no good at all! Well will you stay with me till they return? It’s not safe out there, oh no not safe.”
“Not safe? How?”
He simply shook his head, “Bad people out there. They might want to hurt you! You have to stay here with me. Sun will keep you safe! We’ll have fun! Look! We have the whole daycare to ourselves! What do you want to do first, friend?”
You shrugged your shoulders in response, “What do you want to do?”
He tilted his head, confused as that wasn’t usually the response kids would say. Well, in fact it never was. Kids were always eager to pick whatever their little hearts desired to do, especially if it was anything they could get away with that they usually couldn’t with parents around. But you were shy and scared. He could notice with your body language of arms crossed over each other with a thumb rubbing the opposite arm in a self-comforting motion. He also noticed the lack of eye contact and lack of enthusiasm to match his own.
“I’ll give you time to pick an activity! For now how about we get ready for our sleepover?! We can brush our teeth last so we can fill up on sugary sweets and soda pop!” He gave a cheerful laugh, hoping to get an agreement out of the small figure in front of him.
You nodded your head and he picked you up, this time by your sides like that one famous scene in The Lion King. He brought you over to a giant square, a small plush section with a purple outskirt.
“You stay here— I will go get supplies! Stay here…”
He repeated the last part with a creepy tone. Then he ran off to go get blankets and pillows, tossing them into the space with you happily. He then fidgeted with his hands in a nervously excited manner.
“I started you a bath– Then, then we could do a fun activity together. Whatever you like. Does that sound fun?”
A bath sounded nice, although you were surprised they’d have one there. He brought you to the bathroom where yes, in fact there was an actual bathtub already halfway full of warm water and bubbles. The bathroom was big however, with diaper changing stations and toilets like a public restroom, along with a couple showers like the YMCA.
“We rarely get to use the bath!” He exclaimed as he put on plastic gloves, “But sometimes kids are messy and need a cleanup!”
“Why did you put on gloves?”
“Precautionary measures!” He dipped his gloved finger into the water to check the temperature. “Very good, very warm.” He looked over to you and approached without a warning, beginning to lift your shirt up.
You flinched and backed up towards the wall. Even your parents didn’t dress you anymore.
“Don’t worry,” He reassured. “You’re safe with me.”
“But–”
He took your shirt off and paused, seeming to stare at the training bra on your chest, although it was hard to tell with the lack of pupils. Moving down to your pants he took another pause before removing the rest of your clothes, silently letting you get into the bath yourself. He seemed to snap out of it once he crouched down to the side, sitting criss-cross as his long limbs easily reached to cup his gloved hands into the water to rinse you off and gently rub your arms and back with soap, eventually moving to rub shampoo into your hair. It felt super good to be affectionately bathed like that, you couldn’t remember a time where either of your parents did it. It probably hasn’t been since you were a baby.
But Sun was very gentle with you, keeping his promise of making you feel safe and secure despite his awkward silence. He was so eager to talk earlier, you thought. But now all you heard were the quiet clicks of gears emitting from the machine as he admired your small frame with internal shame that a child wouldn’t understand. He loved kids, he enjoyed their company and loved to make them giggle and smile! But he usually strayed away from the bathrooms, leaving the parents to take care of their younglings by themselves. But you were all alone, you needed someone to care for you. He needed to take care of you.
What else do you do when you find a stray? It’s always a bath first before the snacks and fun! Outsiders were dirty and cold, with a bath they’d become clean and warm. He’d get you clean in no time, then you could play!
He slipped his hand deeper into the water between your legs and you clamped shut.
“What’s the matter?” He asked. “You don’t like being touched there? I have to get every nook and cranny to get you properly cleaned!” It excited him, he couldn’t deny. But he really only was trying to finish up his job. He needed to clean your ears and your underarms and yes, even the unmentionable parts.
You let him in slowly, seeming to hold your breath as he rubbed between your legs. It felt sensitive and he could tell you were now uncomfortable so he hurried up. He wanted you to trust him.
The lights flickered as he was finishing up conditioning your hair with one last rinse. It caused him to flinch and completely stop what he was doing, even after the lights flicked back on. You both could hear the steady sound of rain from outside, seeming to pick up from earlier.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“Yes… Yes I’m fine… Silly wiring, just a storm…”
“Are you scared of the dark?”
Sun laughed lightly, “Aha no! Of course not… But you should be–”
He took his hand away from you, pulling in on himself, suddenly scared as if he would hurt you. And it was that same odd tone from earlier, the scary one that seemed separate from his usual voice. You stood up and got out of the tub, getting a hold of the towel already left on the hook for you. You then offered a hand to help the robot off of the tile floor.
“Thank you, friend.” He said, taking your hand but not putting any of his weight into it, knowing he was much heavier than you could ever attempt to lift. He took an extra towel to dry your hair with and then suggested the next step, “Let’s get you dressed in something comfier, hm?”
In a closet by the bathrooms there were pairs of pajamas, probably for special birthday parties. By now he had disposed of the gloves and was glancing towards you as you got dressed.
“How old are you?” He asked as you put on the set of long-sleeved clothes.
“I just turned 10.”
“T-today?”
“Mhm.”
“I see, we ought to celebrate it then!” He finally perked up back to normal. “Oh I know!” Picking you up per usual he brought you to where your makeshift bed was, he dropped you off before disappearing once more. He came back with a cupcake with a single lit candle. “Happy birthday, friend! Blow it out! Make a wish! Go on!”
You gave him a smile and blew it out, then he took out the candle and handed you the dessert, “Enjoy!”
You helped yourself as he threw out the candle and wrapper, getting you a cup of water to wash it down with. He sat down behind you with his legs crossed again, watching you intently, still somewhat in disbelief that you were here with him at this time of night. He brushed your hair with a spare comb before asking you about what you wanted to do next.
“Did you think of an activity yet?”
In all honesty you were too tired to do anything fun. And you were still anxious over your parents leaving you all alone there, on your birthday. Thinking about it suddenly made you burst into tears, shocking Sun into sadness as you embraced him on your own. He put his arms around your back slowly, beginning to pet your damp hair, brushing the strands with his fingers. He made a shushing sound soothingly as rolling thunder loudly picked up. At that point he was doing it to help calm himself down as the lights flickered again.
“Oh no, oh no…” He whispered.
“Sun?”
“Nothing, nothing. You sit tight. Everything's A-OK! Everything will be alright…”
The lights went off without a warning, only a late clash of thunder seconds afterwards which caused Sun to push you off with a terrified exclaim.
“No! No! Not the lights! Not the lights! ANYTHING BUT THE LIGHTS!”
“Sun it’s alright! They’ll be back on! It’s okay!” You tried to sooth him as he did with you.
“No! You don’t understand! You don’t under–.. stand.”
“Sun?”
He let out a sound of pain followed by a clank of metal. You couldn't see much but you heard the turning gears and jingling bells on his wrists. Then you spotted the pair of red glowing eyes. You backed away as the creature inched towards you until you were cowering beneath it. By the tone of its familiar voice you could tell it enjoyed seeing you scared.
“You’re not supposed to be herrree… So small and fragile, children like you should be in bed earlyyy…” His voice trailed on, slightly cracking with a chilling chuckle as he grabbed your wrist, this time with a stronger grip that made you squirm to be let go.
“Na-ah-ahhh, naughty children can’t go unpunished!” He teased, yanking you back into his clutch, letting the both of you fall onto the playmat where his hands started exploring underneath your clothes. Unlike the bath you weren’t at all comfortable, he wasn’t filling you with reassurance or touching you carefully, let alone asking for permission or using any warnings.
A hand pressed against your privates, applying pressure that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into. You still attempted to get away by kicking your legs but it didn’t do any good.
“Sun please stop,” You attempted. “I don’t like this activity–”
He inserted a finger inside your tight cunt, "This little piggy went to the market," Then a second, “This little piggy stayed at home…”
You bit your tongue as he kept inserting more of his big fingers, feeling a burning sensation as they forced themselves in. He could barely fit in a third let alone a fourth, barely able to get past the first set of knuckles.
“So damn tight!” He exclaimed excitedly. He used his thumb to circle around your clit to get you to loosen up just a little more (if possible), before making another remark and inserting the last finger,
“And this piggy cried all the way… HOME!”
He thrusted all of them inside hard, making you scream out painfully.
“CRY HARDER! CRY! CRY! Oh you sound so SWEET when you scream! Come onn, this is what you get for breaking the rules! Staying past closing time… Naughty naughty…”
Sobbing like he wanted you to, you laid limp in his lap taking the rough activity you couldn’t run away from. You didn’t quite like this game but you did leave it up to him to pick the activity by not choosing anything. You rather sleep than this, or do anything else other than this. Even when it started to feel good it still felt wrong and scary.
Some of your hair was brushed away from your face so he could get a glimpse of your facial expression; glossy eyes, red cheeks, and clenched teeth. What an adorable sight. Truly pathetic and hopeless. You were weak and breakable. He loved the submissive ones. You were probably a good kid all around, which meant you were easier to bring to tears. Good kids would do anything to not be bad. You were probably so confused on what you did oh so wrong, on what you did to deserve this kind of punishment.
The sound of whirring machinery crescendoed as he removed his hand only to touch himself beneath you as you whimpered, shoulders shaking with each high-pitched sob. He twisted a strand of your hair around his finger with his free hand, knowing you were too good to attempt to run off anymore.
“So so docile…” He commented softly, taking out his own built-in privates to use against you. He inserted the metallic part inside you with a low growl, “If you’re a good kiddie then maybe you’ll get a reward.”
You remained quiet which made him pull on your hair, reeling your face back towards his. You quickly nodded with whatever leeway you had. It initiated him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, most of it too big to fit all the way despite how wet you had gotten. You were glad you couldn’t see his face right then, you didn’t want to focus on what was happening. Instead you stared into the darkness and hoped you would wake up from the nightmare.
He then pushed you forward back onto the ground where he could mount. God it hurt so bad. He was easily hitting your cervix in this position causing you to scream out again. You couldn’t help it. Every time he pounded into you it sent a painful shock throughout your body causing your legs to tremble. If he weren’t holding your hips up you would have collapsed onto the playmat fully.
You leaned into it more and eventually without begging you got your one request. On the floor he lied on top of you, still smashing his hips against your ass with no signs of slowing or stopping. You muffled your moans with both hands clasped over your mouth as the robot grunted above you like an animal. It had been so long in the dark that you managed to forget about the possibility of the lights ever turning back on.
He turned you over to get a better look at your pathetic face, able to see you as clear as day, red eyes locked onto yours as he inserted it back in, this time as far as physically possible. You gripped your jaw so tightly that a tension headache arose. The second he stopped you released into a long exhale after unconsciously holding your breath. A hand lifted your chin up to meet his gaze again as he leaned in, closing the space between your foreheads so they touched as you felt the intense warmth from the metal as if he were running a fever. Over the time of your session, his cock got hotter as well, almost as if he were overheating.
He was oddly still in that moment, letting you catch your breath from the immense girth and length of something your body wasn’t meant to handle. For a moment it was like Sun was back, the robot that actually cared for your wellbeing.
Blinding your vision without a warning the lights suddenly flickered back on. You instinctively squeezed them shut as you heard a familiar sound of distress followed by the switch of metal. You opened them up to find the yellow sun back in position, shocked into silence.
“Sun.” You said, wanting to exclaim in happiness but held back by a strained throat.
“OHHH NONONO. I AM SO SORRY I’M SO SORRY!” He tried removing himself but you screamed the second he made any movement so he remained still and flustered on what to do. He needed to get out of this, this wasn’t right! He never wanted to hurt you at all, he only wanted to look after you. He just couldn’t help what happened in the dark. The lights should have stayed on.
“This isn’t good.” He said. “This isn’t okay this isn’t right– I need to–” He tried to move off of you again but your reactions weren’t good at all. He didn’t know how to slip out without hurting you. He already did so much damage. And to make it all worse he made you cry!
You started to bawl from all the overstimulation, so hard that your breaths began to hiccup as you struggled to suck in enough air. Sun frantically searched for a way to make you stop, but there just was no use.
“Please don’t cry! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to! I can’t help it! Oh please don’t cry! Everything will be alright I promise! I-I’ll get you whatever you want! Come on, please!”
You shook your head ‘no’ to match the movement of your lips, unable to say it out loud. You weren’t sure why that was the mantra you were stuck on but you couldn’t stop.
As if things couldn’t get worse for him, the lights flickered again, worrying him further. He didn’t want to hurt you again, no matter how badly it turned him on. You were his friend, and good friends didn’t hurt each other.
You held onto him out of the blue, pulling him back down to your level as you convulsed from crying. All he could offer was the gentle touch of his hand against your hair. He shushed quietly to get you to calm down, mimicking a white noise to cover up his clicks and your sobbing.
He hated how he felt inside you. How good it was. Even if he wasn’t stuck he wouldn’t have wanted to take it out. You were tight, and warm, and wet. You were so cute like this, so vulnerable. He hated the shame that came with his urges. He wanted to keep you there longer. He wanted to fuck you further. But he was a good friend… Even if he could do his way with you without consequence. He cared about you and your friendship…
He tried telling himself that he was good. But nothing was soothing his guilt.
Maybe it’d go away if you forgave him.
“Oh friend, I didn’t mean for this to happen… You know I didn’t mean to hurt you, right? Th-that wasn’t me…”
You nodded your head silently into his shoulder.
“You forgive me, don’t you?”
You hesitated but replied with a soft ‘yeah’.
Maybe he could turn this into a better experience for you.
He reached down to your clit, rubbing softly, apologizing softly for having to touch you there. He studied your body language to get it right, to make it feel pleasurable while avoiding anymore overstimulation. Until he felt you loosen up he remained absolutely still. Once you were ready again he moved out of you, only using a third of his dick to massage your entrance. It was still super sore on your end but your toes began to curl in a sense of pleasure that wasn’t present before. You clung onto him, holding your breath with each time you felt a little closer to climax. You bit your lip as he edged you further. You didn’t understand what it was but you didn’t want him to stop.
"You're doing so well! Just a little more now, is it hurting any less? You're so close--"
“Sun… Sun!” You moaned loudly despite the strain it had.
“Good girl, good girl… You're such a good kid.” He pet your hair as he held you close, still touching you with his free hand.
That put you over the edge, pushing you into your first orgasm that you could only explain as the best feeling you ever felt. You yelled out his name and forced his dick deeper, the soreness seeming to dissipate during your high.
“Oh my–-” Sun said, surprised. He almost came from feeling you pulse around his member but held back, knowing he had already gone waayyyy too far with his plaything. He quickly lifted you off and set you back down on the playmat. “Th-that’s enough for tonight… We need to get you to bed.”
You were truly exhausted, but you were curious on how he felt during that. He seemed to like it. You didn’t like that Moon guy that controlled your friend, but you enjoyed how Sun handled you. You felt a pang of guilt over Sun’s own worry over you. You outstretched your arms for him and he shook his head.
“I-I should probably leave you alone to sleep–”
“Please?”
He stepped forward anxiously and you touched his privates, just to see his reaction. He flinched, but seemed to melt into your touch, leaning into your hand as it twitched eagerly. You weren’t sure what moved you to do it but soon enough your mouth was around the tip. The machine seemed to really enjoy it, doing that excited hand fidgeting from when you first met.
“Oh friend… Y-you don’t…” He attempted to convince you that you didn’t have to do that, but he failed to even suggest that you had the free will to stop. He really wanted you to keep going. So much so that a hand gripped your hair and pulled you forward. You gagged on the length, creating so much spit that it made a mess that dripped onto the floor. Normally he’d worry over such a thing but it didn’t matter right now.
He picked up your hands to wrap them around the base, guiding them back and forth in the rhythm of your mouth. You could hear the machine moan above you, nearly ready to reach that feeling that he made you feel. His gentleness was replaced with abrupt aggression as he sped up, taking matters into his own hands so he could cum right in your mouth and leave some left over on your face.
“Ohgodohgod–-OH GOD!”
You closed an eye in a wince of the unexpected outcome, and the taste on your tongue was unusual. You tried wiping it off with your hands but it was incredibly sticky that all you ended up doing was making a bigger mess than before.
The robot calmed down, making a comment on the mess and how sorry he was again, that now you needed another bath. You shook your head, too tired to go through those steps. Instead he got himself fixed up and came back with a few baby wipes to clean your face and hands and between your legs. Even the playmat needed to be wiped down.
“Clean up, clean up… Oh what a mess…” He commented.
You lied down and pulled one of the blankets to cover yourself with, not caring about any other routines the robot wanted you to do before bedtime. You were done for the night. Worn out, hurt, and still shook up from the experience.
He joined your side as you were almost passed out.
“Can we turn off the lights? It’s hard to sleep.” You complained.
“Did you not–-” He sighed. “The lights must stay on...”
“Can you sleep with me?”
"That I can do…”
He lied down and you turned over to wrap yourself around the hunk of metal. He still felt horrible about what he had done. He was a bad attendant, a worse caretaker, and the worst friend. He wanted to make it up to you somehow tomorrow. He’d make things right. Yet despite wanting to do better he couldn’t let you leave. You were daycare property now, whether or not anyone came looking for you.