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you loved your job. you had been hired as a hostess for freddy fazbear's pizzeria. you had just started college, and your parents had told you to find a job. adulthood started here, at the entrance of a restaurant owned by two, undeniably attractive men. henry emily, and william afton.
you didn't talk with mr. emily a lot, brief hello's and silent nods of acknowledgement. he was more of in the background. william, however, was a different story. he'd converse with employees and customers, crouching down and giving little kids small toy security badges with the company logo, freddy fazbear, printed on the fake golden brooch.
you always thought he was attractive. he was tall, and very charismatic, but something about him radiated an eerie sensation. you couldn't pin point what it was, then again, your friends would tell you your taste in men was... questionable. you can't be blamed if you found ghostface attractive! you'd say to yourself.
regardless, he was your boss. there was no way he'd ever even feed your weird delusions. you were a simple girl, a simple employee that blended in the background, someone to be left unnoticed.
william did notice you, though, more than you ever even realized.
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william typically didn't genuinely care for his employees, only interacting with them to keep up the image of the company. his true passion, aside from the restaurant itself, were his robots. he was very proud of his creations, every character having its own backstory. they genuinely felt like living creatures. he studied robotics, and manufactured something so groundbreaking, that it brought families to the pizzeria every weekend.
though his love for engineering had a darker side.
he loved creating torture devices with the knowledge he had, the gears all working together to create a machine that could do anything he wanted.
he had always taken a liking to you. innocent girl, always greeting the families in your cute uniform. he felt perverted checking you out as you'd slightly bend forward, or how you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. his lip would twitch, a smile forming on his face whenever you crossed his mind.
and crossed his mind you did, especially when he would review the tapes for the day, hyper-focusing on your movements, palming his bulge through his work pants, until he couldn't take it anymore and he unzipped his jeans, fisting his length until he came all over his hand and desk.
it is then when william had the idea to create a torture device, and you? you were his test bunny.
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it was your turn to close down the diner, and you were wiping down the tables. you had thought it was just you in the restaurant, but you were severely mistaken. as you moved around, you eventually heard someone cough loudly. yelping out of fear, you turn around to your boss snickering. mr. afton.
"oh! mr. afton! i thought you had left already, sorry." you apologized, clutching the wet rag with your right hand as you bit the inside of your cheek, "nonsense, sweetheart, not your fault. though remind me not to move you to the night shift." he joked, and you chuckled softly.
it went quiet for a bit, so you went back to cleaning the tables. william approached you, his hands behind his back as he loomed over you, watching you like a hawk overlooks its prey.
"you're so hardworking, you're very dedicated to this job, aren't you?" he whispered, though he wasn't directly behind you, you could feel his body heat, and how his voice sounded, you froze up. "i suppose, i like this place. plus, i mean, the pay is nice. i like to please." you responded, your voice soft.
he hummed, approving of your answer, and waited until you rose from your position to look down at you, directly into your eyes. "have you ever been curious as to how the machines work?" he asked. you had to admit, you were curious especially since the springlock mechanism was something never seen before. you nodded, looking up at your boss through your lashes.
you didn't notice it then, but his jaw clenched at how you gazed up at him. he'd imagine you'd look prettier with your jaw sore, stuffed, and choking on his dick.
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you were taken to the back room of the pizzeria, and it was filled with endoskeletons, various gears, workshop tools, and of course, replacements for the animatronics. it was dimly lit, only one lightbulb, it gave the space a low glow, you could see your surroundings, but only a bit. "i could explain in detail how everything works, but i really want to show you this new project i'm working on." william said, a soft smile on his face. you noticed his dimples. with a nod, you allowed him to show you his new creation.
he led you to a leather seat. grabbing your hand gently, his rough fingers rubbing your hand gently, he sat you down on the chair. eventually, he walked away, disappearing to the darkness of the room. time went by, and you tried to call out for william but instead, you felt a cloth cover your nose and mouth. you tried flailing around, but whatever was holding you down overpowered you. "shhhh.." you heard, before everything went dark.
when you woke up, your wrists and legs were strapped down, though you don't remember this being how you were originally sat. your legs were spread wide apart. you tried yelling, but your mouth was stuffed with something. by the bitter taste, and the sensation of the fabric, you came to the conclusion that it was the same cloth that had originally made you dizzy and fall asleep.
"you were always far too kind for your own good, sweetheart." you heard the mysterious figure say, his voice dark. you wondered were william went, if he was okay. you tried to move against the restraints, and then you heard a chuckle. a very familiar chuckle. then the man appeared again, his physique barely lit from the light. it was mr. afton.
"you can try to yell, honey, that's not gonna do a thing for you. i told you i wanted to show you something. you have to listen to me." he said. he looked... different. he no longer had his tie, the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair a mess. there was an evident tenting between his legs, too.
your eyes widened, and he approached you, using his index finger to trace your jaw and cheek as he made his way behind you, clasping your shoulders with his big hands. "oh, bunny. don't be scared, you're in good hands." he said, and in a way it sounded comforting, in a different situation you'd be kicking your feet, your face burning with the butterflies that were in your tummy, but right now, your skin got bumpy, the goosebumps on the back of your neck being evidence of the fear that coursed through your veins.
"what was that saying? curiosity killed the cat, but, satisfaction brought it back." he whispered in your ear, the same sensation you got earlier when he loomed over you while you cleaned the tables pooling in your abdomen. your thighs clenched. you felt sick.