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“Okay, big guy,” you say, gesturing to the door. “Let’s get you fixed up.”
Freddy smiles a bit, trudging through the parts and service area door. “Sorry about this,” he says softly, taking his place in the chair. You’ve laid it out so that it’s more like a table and knowing protocol, Freddy lays across it face down, resting his head on his arms.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” you assure him with a smile. “It’s my job after all.”
Freddy nods. “I know. I just don’t like going under for repairs much.”
You grin. “Well, then I have good news for you.”
You’ve been a mechanic at the Fazbear Entertainment Pizza Plex for almost a year now. You’re pretty close with the main four animatronics but it’s rare that you ever end up working on them. Staff bots tend to be your most regular customers, often needing little repairs when customers mess with them.
So seeing Freddy is an appreciated change of pace.
Plus you don’t think his repairs are going to take too long. He just has a couple of tangled-up wires you need to deal with.
“This is just gonna be a quick fix,” you assure him, resting a hand over his back. “So I won’t be shutting you off this time.”
Freddy makes a curious face. “The last mechanic we had would shut me off for wire repairs,” he says, not trying to counter, just a bit confused.
“Yeah, well,” you shrug. “Caitlyn was terrible at her job.”
Freddy gives a little laugh. “True.”
“Plus,” you say, gently rubbing over Freddy’s back. “It’s better to have you guys on when we’re doing repairs really. That way you guys can let us know if something feels off.” You pat his shoulder gently. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Freddy says softly, trying to relax.
“Little nervous, big guy?”
“A bit. I’ve just heard from Roxy that our wires are pretty sensitive.”
“Oh, you’ll be okay,” you tell him. “Roxy’s sensitivity settings weren’t calibrated right when I worked on her last. She came back a few days later to get that sorted.” You take a breath. “You’re gonna be just fine. Let me know if you’re feeling weird or uncomfortable, okay?”
“Okay,” Freddy nods.
“Alright. I’m gonna open you up now.”
“Mmm.”
Freddy lets his eyes close as you gently begin to open up the panel on his back, setting the covering on a nearby table. There are quite a few wires you need to deal with. Sometimes when employees are hurrying to stuff something inside of Freddy's chest cavity wires can get messed up. Usually, it isn’t too much of a problem. But as is evident by the mess of tangled wires in front of you he needs some help getting sorted.
“Okay,” you say, hovering your hands just above his back. “Relax. Let me know if it’s too sensitive.”
“Mmhm.”
You pause. Freddy’s voice sounds a bit stained. “You okay?” you ask him.
“Yes,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Still a little nervous.”
“I can shut you off,” you tell him. “Or we could give it a bit of time if you don’t want to do this.”
Freddy lifts his head a bit. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m alright.”
“Okay.” You pat his shoulder gently. “Just talk to me. Let me know how you’re doing.”
“I will . . . Thank you.”
“You’re gonna feel me now,” you say, gently easing your hands down into his back, starting to fix up some tangled wires. Freddy shifts a bit at your touch before relaxing again. “That’s it,” you assure him. “Just stay relaxed.”
You start slowly, simply shifting around wires here and there, getting a feel for the task at hand. It’s not too bad, strictly speaking. It shouldn’t take too long.
“Okay,” you say cheerfully. “I’m gonna start untangling these, alright?”
Freddy nods. “Okay,” he says, his tone wavering a bit.
And again you have to ask, “Doing okay?”
“Mmm, y-yeah,” Freddy murmurs. “Sorry. I can just feel you. I’m not used to this.”
“Do you need me to stop?”
“N-no,” Freddy says, surprisingly quickly, almost urgently. “It’s okay. It feels kind of nice actually.”
“Alright,” you say. “Just let me know.”
With an unsure breath, you begin to untangle Freddy’s wires. You’re as careful as you can be, separating knots methodically, all the while watching Freddy for any signs of discomfort.
You can hear his breath getting labored.
You manage to get about three wires straightened out before Freddy makes a whimpering sound that you can’t ignore.
“Okay,” you finally say, pulling your hands away from him. “Hold on.”
“What’s wrong?” Freddy asks, looking up carefully as you make your way in front of him. “Is everything alright?”
“You tell me,” you say, trying to be playful and keep the tone light. You lean down in front of him, trying to smile through your concern. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright with this? You’re moving around a lot and making noises, hon.”
Freddy shifts, raising himself up a little bit. “Umm . . . I don’t know.”
You nod, trying to be understanding. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Freddy assures you. But his gaze falls from you as he tries to find words to describe what he’s feeling. “I don’t know how it feels but it doesn’t hurt. It feels good, but it’s weird, not like how a hug is, but . . . more than that? I’m sorry, I know that's not helpful.”
“It feels good though?” you ask. “Like a sensitive type of good?”
“Yes,” Freddy agrees. “Like . . . when my wires get touched they’re sensitive but it feels nice to have them touched like that.”
Slowly but surely you start to piece it together. Your eyes go wide for a moment before you compose yourself.
Okay. Fuck. This is going to have to be a different conversation now.
You take a breath. “Okay,” you say. “So, uh . . . I think I know what’s going on, honey.”
Freddy looks up at you expectantly, confused and desperate for an answer.
“So, I don’t know how much you know about all of this,” you begin. “But to me, it sounds similar to sexual pleasure.” Freddy’s expression changes a bit but it’s obvious that he’s still waiting for you to go on. You smile a bit. “What do you know about that, hon?”
Freddy clears his throat a little. "I didn’t think I could feel anything like that,” he admits. “I know about it, for humans at least, but . . . But I don’t know anything about it for animatronics. For myself.”
“Neither do I,” you admit. “Have you ever tried to do something like this before?”
“No . . . I’m usually turned off if my wires are being touched.”
“Do you want me to turn down your sensitivity while we continue? I could turn you off even. I’m only saying so ‘cause I don’t want to do something you don’t consent to. And I don’t know how far this can go.”
To your surprise, Freddy smiles a little and says, “If anyone’s gonna help me figure this out I want it to be you.”
“You’re sure?” you ask, resting a hand on Freddy’s shoulder where he lays. “You’re okay if I keep going?”
“I’m sure,” he tells you. “I-I want you to touch me. I’ve never wanted that before but I want it to be you.”
You can't help but smile. He trusts you. God, isn't that a thought? “Okay. You for sure want me to keep up the repairs?”
“Yes . . . Please. And I want you to do more than that.”
“Okay.” You stand back up. “I want you to understand this,” you say, keeping your hand on Freddy’s back as you take your place at his side. “You can tap out whenever you want. If it feels like too much or you’re nervous or anything just tell me okay?”
“I understand,” Freddy agrees. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” You hover your hands over Freddy’s wires again. “Just take it easy,” you tell him. “I’ve got you, honey.”
You sink your hands back in amongst his wires. You feel him gasp and shudder, the most beautiful little sound leaving his mouth.
“Too much?” you ask.
“N-no,” Freddy whispers. “Keep going, please.”
“Okay, honey.” You smile, starting to adjust his wires again, taking care to get them in order. Freddy struggles to keep composed and hold back his little whines and whimpers. You tut a little bit, being as easy on him as you can be. “Feels good?”
“Yeah.” Freddy makes a sound like a dry swallow. “G-god, so good.”
You hum, letting your hands wander in and around his wires. You let your touches linger as you organize his tangled-up wires. You're methodical and slow and steady, making Freddy absolutely melt.
Freddy keeps his head buried in his arms, struggling to lay as still as possible in his prone position. All of this is brand new to him. The sensation of pleasure is one he’s unfamiliar with. He’s been over-sensitive before, a previous mechanic once having overloaded his sensors when working on him. There had been an accident and his sensitivity settings were set far too high instead of being turned down for repairs. But you’re far more careful than that. You’ve never accidentally messed up settings or left screws loose. You’re probably the best mechanic this place has ever seen. You’ve gone above and beyond before. And right now you’re going above and beyond again.
You really do just want to make Freddy feel good. You want this to be good for him. You hope he enjoys it, that with you he feels safe and secure. It’s his first time after all. And for him to trust you with making him feel good is important to you. And so you’re gonna do a good job for him.
You start to run out of wires to untangle. You’ve saved some of the worst knots for last though, starting to wrestle with them. Unfortunately, you can tell the added pressure you have to exert might be a little more than Freddy can take in his state.
“Still doing alright?” you ask to check-in.
“Mhm,” Freddy whimpers. “God, mmm! Oh, god. Tough knots?”
“Yeah,” you say. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay? I’m trying not to be too rough but these are hard to get undone.”
Freddy nods a bit, trying to keep as quiet as possible. “I know. Mmm, I-I will.”
“Good,” you praise. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” You feel Freddy shudder at your words, and you can’t help but smile a little bit. You want to get in on this a little bit but you know well that the second your hands go down your pants or the buttons come off your shirt there might be trouble. Animatronics moaning and groaning down here isn't that unusual, but the second you start up, some janitor bot will no doubt hear you and report it up to the big bosses. Besides, it might be too much for Freddy to handle right now. This is already so much for him after all.
Maybe some other time.
Right now this is just for Freddy.
You’re as careful as you can be, delicately picking at one of the knots. You can feel the way Freddy shivers and arches back a bit into your touch, seeking more stimulation.
But for the life of you, you can’t quite get this one knot undone.
“Hold on,” you murmur. “Let me know if this is too much, I’m having a hard time with this knot.” Freddy takes a breath, nodding furiously, just trying to feel you still.
But as your hand slips and you accidentally squeeze a wire far too harshly, Freddy winces harshly. “O-oh god, wait," he begs. "S-slow down a little, please.”
“Sorry,” you tell him. “My bad, hon.” You stop moving your hands for a minute. “That was too much, wasn’t it?” you ask him, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder.
“A little bit,” he says. “I-I’m sorry, it just startled me, is all.”
“It’s alright,” you assure him. “It’s your first time, honey. It’s okay.” You take your time to rub his shoulder as gently as you can, giving him a moment to recover. His eyes are closed tight, his body tense.
“You alright?” you ask, easing your hand out of his body to give him some relief.
“Mmm.” Freddy raises his head from his arms, looking up at you with hazy eyes and a soft smile. “I'm okay. Can you keep going please?”
You smile. “Of course, honey.” A thought comes to mind and Freddy can see your eyes light up. “Do you wanna change positions maybe?”
“Sure,” Freddy agrees, propping himself up carefully. “What do you want to do?”
“Would you be more comfortable sitting up?” you suggest. “So I can sit behind you?”
Freddy smiles widely, immediately rising up into sitting. “What about the cameras?” he asks you just as a precaution.
You haul yourself up onto the table, settling comfortably behind Freddy. “The cameras in here are fake,” you tell him. “Just so you know.”
Freddy leans himself over, almost laying back on his stomach, though he’s braced up on his forearms. “Really?”
“Mmhm.” You let yourself lay down over his back, enveloping him as deeply as possible. You both sigh at the contact. Beneath you, Freddy’s inner workings hum, emanating a pleasant amount of body heat. You take a breath. “The cameras in you guys’ room are also not real. I think you guys know that though.”
Freddy nods a little, relaxing as much as he can. “Chica broke hers a while back by accident. No one ever fixed it. We figured they weren’t real after a while.”
You smile, running your hands over Freddy’s shoulders. “Mmm, yeah . . . You doing okay still?”
“Yeah,” Freddy murmurs. “Do you, um . . . want me to do anything for you?”
“Oh, no honey,” you assure. “Thank you, though. Maybe next time. Right now, this is just for you, okay?”
“Okay,” Freddy nods. “Thank you.”
You smile. “Of course, hon.”
You take a few moments just to enjoy his company, the both of you relishing the contact.
“Why are the cameras in here fake?” Freddy asks you after a minute.
“Probably for the illusion of safety and all,” you answer. “But I know not all of the business that goes on down here is completely, you know . . .”
“Legal?”
“Yep.” You sit up a bit. “That’s the word.”
You both laugh at that, enjoying each other’s company immensely. You’ve had a few moments like this with him before. Never did you think it would end up with you here like this.
“You still want me to keep going?” you ask.
“Please do,” Freddy sighs. “God I can’t wait to feel you.”
You smile, letting your hands wander to his back again. “Feels that good, huh?” you ask, letting a few fingers circle the sides of his open panel. “You like it when I touch you, honey?”
Freddy shudders, letting himself fall back into the feeling of your touch. “Y-yes,” he breathes. “Please keep going.”
“Okay,” you assure him. “I’m gonna get this knot fixed up if it’s the last thing I do.”
Freddy smiles, giving a little laugh as he relaxes into your touch. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, hon.”
And with that, you start back up again.
You take your time, giving nothing but surface touches to Freddy’s wires for now. You admire your work, appreciating the way his wires are organized neatly, save that one damn knot.
But you start out slow, all the same, just feeling the wires over your fingertips, the pulse of electricity coursing through them. You hook a finger around a wire, giving the softest little tug you can.
Freddy can’t hold back his moan, arching back into you lewdly, scrambling for a grip.
Immediately you start to pull back, asking quickly, “Are you okay?”
Freddy takes a moment to collect himself. “C-can you do that again?” he asks.
You nod, cautiously giving another little tug of his wires.
Again, Freddy arches back, moaning loudly. “G-god,” he gasps. “O-oh god. Ngh, a-ahh.”
“Feels good?” you ask softly, releasing the wire quickly.
“Y-yeah,” Freddy laughs nervously, making a sound like a swallow. “Really good . . . J-just be gentle please.”
You smile. “Of course, honey.” You let your fingers thread through the wires gently, working Freddy up to tugging on wires. He makes soft sounds of pleasure, the kind that just make your heart melt and you can’t help but tut. “Oh, sweetheart.”
“Oh, god,” Freddy breathes. “Mmm . . .”
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah,” Freddy groans. “Oh, it’s so good. You feel so good.”
You bite your bottom lip, watching the way Freddy wriggles and arches lightly beneath you. Each little stroke of your fingers across his wires, dipping below the first layer, carefully hooking your fingers under them without pulling.
Freddy does his best to process all of this. From where he’s laying on the table it’s one of the best feelings he’s ever had in his entire life. But it’s all brand new, all so incredibly exhilarating on account of it being his first time.
He relishes the feeling of your fingers slipping in and out and between and around his wires. He arches back into your touch, trying to keep himself collected as you ruin him.
“P-please,” he groans. “Oh! God, please.”
Your pace is slow but steady and firm. You don’t let up for even a second, focusing every last bit of your attention on providing him with as much stimulation as possible, trying to make him feel good. That’s all you want really right now. You just want him to feel good.
And god it’s working.
Freddy forces himself to stay as still as possible, trying to enjoy the way you’ve started going back to that knot. With the added stimulation you’ve provided, the knot feels almost as though it’s radiating pleasure, sending waves of heat up and down his entire body, all from that one spot.
You start to pick gently at the knot, taking care with it, knowing it’s sensitive. The second you touch your fingers to it, Freddy whines, arching back against your touch.
“Please,” he begs, all but writhing now. “Keep going, please, it’s so good.”
“I will, honey,” you assure, digging a nail into his wires to try and pick apart the knot. He screams. You have to suppress a little sound that tries to escape from your mouth.
He’s certainly reaching a peak. Neither of you actually knows if Freddy can orgasm.
Both of you desperately want to try and see if he can.
“That’s it” you praise as Freddy whines and whimpers, struggling to keep any semblance of control. You’re very methodical with the knot. You have it mostly figured out now, most of what you’re doing now is just for pleasure’s sake. You rub wires between your fingertips, tugging on them here and there, taking your time to really make him feel good.
Freddy can feel every single slight movement of your hand, every touch, breach, tug, and pick. It’s heavenly. It’s so much, starting to overheat his systems. He can’t help but squirm and whimper, doing what he’s able to keep composed.
But it’s fruitless.
As you finally start to yank the knot in his wires apart, he feels himself reaching a peak. He doesn’t know if this is the end. He doesn’t know if that’s possible. But god if it is then it’s about to happen.
“Please!” he cries. “Ahh! God, ahh! Please!!”
“Close, honey?” you ask, tugging harder and faster at his nearly untangled wires.
“Yes!!”
“Let it go, hon,” you encourage. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
“Please, I-I, ahh! Ngh, oh, please!!”
“I’ve got you, hon,” you say, trying not to whine along with Freddy. You tug his wires nearly out of the knot they’ve been tied in.
Freddy’s body tenses. He gasps harshly, so nearly there he can taste it. “Please!”
You smile. “I love you, Freddy.”
You pull the wires out of the knot they’ve been tangled in and Freddy’s whole body arches back as he finally orgasms.
His whole body shudders, his vision all but blanking out for a second as he moans in time to the slower strokes you offer.
It doesn’t last long though. It can’t.
You slow down almost immediately, not wanting to overwhelm Freddy as he starts to come down hard.
It’s not even five seconds after he cums a sudden surge of electricity shocks your hand, making you wince. Both of you feel it, Freddy gasping at the feeling as you rip your hand away from his exposed wires.
You can almost see a few more pulses of electricity coming from Freddy’s body as he rides out aftershocks. Though you did just get shocked you immediately go back to him, running your hands over his exoskeleton, taking time to give him the attention you know he needs now.
“That’s it,” you encourage as his body starts to whir with the sound of cooling fans. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
Freddy lets out a soft little whimper. “Th-thank you,” he squeaks out, still wincing here and there with aftershocks. “Mmm, god . . .”
“Oh, baby.” You start to rub Freddy’s shoulders ever so gently, trying to give him some comfort. “Take it easy, sweetheart, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
“Thank you,” Freddy murmurs again, starting to come down bit by bit. “. . . I love you too, b-by the way.”
You smile, gently beginning to massage his body, giving as much affection as you can muster. You don’t have to respond. Both of you know well that this is the start of something much deeper.
“You feeling okay?” you ask.
“Mhm . . .” Freddy shifts a bit, easing back against you a little. “Are you?”
“Yeah, hon . . . I’m good.”