Five Dares At Freddy's

It had started with a dare. Mike was in the security booth, flicking though some generic auto magazine, waiting for one of the mascots to pop up at his door. Right on cue, the thumping of animatronic feet heralded the arrival of Bonnie, sticking his head in the door with a wide grin as he sang, "Ready to play, Mikey?".

Of course, there was no need to fear them, not any more. Having barely survived 6 nights in a row, Mike had taken it upon himself to sneak backstage, see if he could do something about his slight murderbot problem. Popping open the panel in the back of Freddy's head, he flipped a couple of switches, replaced a few wires and effectively changed the robot from 'kill' to 'chill'.

He then repeated the process with the rest before retreating to his office to wait for 12am, silently praying that he wouldn't be fired for tampering. He really needed that $120.

Since that night, things had been going swimmingly; he'd made peace with the mascots, friends even. The 6 hours they spent together each night was something to look forward to, playing arcade games, sharing stories of their lives, even hosting an impromptu movie night at Mike's behest.
'Terminator' didn't go down so well. 'Johnny 5' did.

So when the rabbit appeared in his doorway, Mike merely set down his magazine and smiled.

"Heck yeah I am. What are we doing tonight?".

Bonnie smirked cryptically, beckoning the guard with his finger as he walked back down the hallway.

"You'll have to come see!".

Arriving at the stage, Mike had to stifle a laugh as he saw the Fazbear band sat cross legged in a circle, a small space saved for him. It was still so alien to see them replicating basic human behaviour, but it warmed his heart to see them try.

Taking a seat between Freddy and Bonnie, he noticed the empty soda bottle laid on its side in the centre.

"You've got to be kidding me" Mike groaned.

"Aw come on Mikey! You never played spin the bottle before?" Chica questioned.

"Of course I have, when I was a dumb teenager!"

Freddy chuckled, patting Mike on the back with his giant paw. "Well now you're a dumb adult, and you've got nothing better to do. The computer in the back room told us this was the official party game!"

The night watch buried his face in his palms, sighing heavily before raising his head, unable to resist beaming back at his friends. His giant robot friends. If anyone knew of this, they'd likely have him committed to a mental institution.

"Fine. Fine! We'll play. But spin the bottle always ends badly".

"Atta boy Mike!" yelled Foxy, leaning forwards to tap the bottle with his hook, spinning it into a frenzy.

Spin after spin, they all learned a little more about each other. Watching Foxy reluctantly sing his old pirate theme for a dare had Mike on the verge of hysteria as he noted, despite his obvious embarrassment, the captain's tail wagging happily behind him.

As the truths and dares rolled on, the shroud of innocence that the game began with soon fell away, and it became evident that the mascots may have used their internet access for more than looking up party games.

Chica clapped her hands together in glee. "Ooh, your turn Mike! Let's see...truth or dare?"

"Well I'm not up for dancing to the Fazbear theme again, so I'll take truth."

"Okay...tell us Mikey. When was the last time you made out with someone?"

The guard choked quietly, face heating up as the mascots leaned in, eyes staring as they waited for his response.

"Uh...um...Wow I don't know like...in college? It's been a few years I guess...".

Satisfied with his answer, the chicken leaned forwards to spin the bottle once more. "Hmm. Good to know..."

The fuck? Mike thought to himself, shaking it off as mere robotic curiosity. They were still learning about humans, after all.

A couple more innocuous truths and the choice fell upon Bonnie, calmly requesting, "Dare me".

There was a moment of silence as Freddy's eyes roamed around the circle, hesitating on Mike's gaze before returning to the rabbit.

"Bonnie!" his voice boomed. "I dare you...to make out with Mike. 20 seconds, open mouthed. Show him what he's been missing out on the last few years".

The purple one shrugged, leaning across to Mike who was busy trying and failing to come up with a retort. What was going on?

In the midst of his panic, he neglected to notice Bonnie's paw cupping the back of his head, pushing their faces together. That's when Mike really messed up. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, just as their lips connected, giving Bonnie free reign to lick into his mouth. All he could think of was how weird it was...and yet somehow, wasn't.

The mascot's lips were strangely warm and pliable as they moved against his own, even sighing into the kiss and returning the affection by lapping gently at the other's tongue.

Just as swiftly as it had began Bonnie pulled away, smirking something cruel as he observed Mike's flustered, panting state.

"Not bad for a bunny, huh?"

"Wha...That was, um...I mean, I didn't mind it" he admitted, blush furiously igniting his cheeks.

Bonnie offered a cocky smile, "There's more where that came from. For now though, spin again!"

Easily as that, the game continued. It was something akin to a teenage house party, everyone swapping saliva and awkward confessions, but instead of teenagers it was a security guard and 4 animatronic creatures.
Mike wondered if he had truly lost it a long time ago. Perhaps he was in his padded cell right now, and this was all in his head. He pinched himself. Nope, the fox and the rabbit were still kissing.

By now they had all been with each other, Mike managing to work his way around both Chica's beak and Foxy's teeth. He had regaled them with the cringe-worthy tale of his 'first time' and even divulged some of his secret fantasies, much to the interest of the gang who, by now had given up the charade of innocence. They all knew of Foxy's newly discovered penchant for bondage, and Chica had even expressed an interest in food-play.

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It was 4am. The bottle aimed at Mike one last time as Freddy turned towards him to offer his choice, truth or dare.

"Okay Mike. We've all had a little taste of each other, and I think it's safe to say we've enjoyed ourselves, hmm?" Freddy's voice vibrated through him as he spoke, commanding attention as he continued, "For this last spin however, it's not quite as simple. See, we have a...proposition for you. A sort of dare, if you will."

"What did you have in mind?" The guard responded warily, absent mindedly running his tongue across his lower lip, still sore from their earlier ministrations.

Gesturing to the rest of the mascots and himself, Freddy spoke in a husky tone, "We dare you to spend one night with each of us. What you do is up to you and your partner but remember – it's your dare, so you have to do as they say. Do you accept?"

Mike hesitated, heart racing as he considered. He knew exactly what the animatronics were implying, and a part of him couldn't deny his curiosity. He totally wanted this. He shouldn't, but he did. What have I got to lose?

"...Yeah. I accept."

A chorus of quiet chuckles emerged from the band, Freddy bearing a wide grin as he exclaimed, "We knew you would! You'll start tomorrow night with Bonnie. For now, why don't you head home and get some rest? We'll be waiting for you."

Mike nodded dimly and stumbled to his feet, making his way to the door. It was like day 1 on the job all over again, a single thought reverberating in his skull.

What have I got myself into?