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*12 AM*
"Here it is." Vanessa said, holding her hand up in front of all four of the animatronics with her palm facing upward, "Your little target."
Mathew stood up from her palm, looking to each of the robotic creatures in front of him. A giant alligator-person wearing star-shaped sunglasses stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He chuckled, letting the glasses slide down his nose to get a better look at his prey.
"Little guy won't stand a chance," he said, just as another animatronic stepped forward.
"Vanessa," A large bear-themed animatronic said, "I do not like this. We should not even have access to security protocols, let alone use them to hunt down a tiny… Uh… Person. Does he not have feelings as well, like most guests? I cannot find any information about him."
"It," Vanessa said coldly, closing her hand in a fist forcing a squeak out of Mathew's chest, "It is not a person, it's your target – and a test to see if you all can handle helping me keep this place secure. Since I'm the only actual living security officer here and these S.T.A.F.F. bots are useless, you'll all need to pull your weight. I'm counting on you Freddy, you're the star – right?"
"Well-"
"You're just afraid you're going to lose," The wolf animatronic said, stepping forward to get closer to Vanessa, "I'll be the first to find it, like always!"
"It can run, but it can't run!" The alligator animatronic said as he started toward the door.
"Well put, Monty." Vanessa replied with a scoff, opening her hand again as Roxanne's snout moved toward it.
Mathew looked up to her nose, and the bright eyes beyond her snout staring back at him. She opened her mouth, showing her metallic tongue and – there wasn't really a throat beyond, just a strange skeleton-like structure deep inside of her. She snapped her teeth shut, looking him over again while tilting her head.
"See Freddy? No need to worry," Vanessa said, reaching down to Mathew and pushing her finger between [REDACTED], "It's enjoying itself."
"Vanessa! That is highly inappropriate. This is a Pizzaplex, fun for the whole family." Freddy immediately replied, "We should not be condoning such lewd interests and behaviors."
"Well, you'd better find it first and snuff it out then."
"It smells sweet~" The final animatronic said – she looked like a chicken, and she still had her guitar in hand from the stage set earlier that day. "What does it taste like?"
"Chica! We should not eat living people, they are not foo-"
"Doesn't matter what it tastes like because I'm going to catch it first. Maybe you'll find out after I'm done with it." Roxanne interjected, just as Vanessa's hand closed into a fist again.
"Your security mode will activate as soon as I place it in the pizzaplex. It already knows about your upgrades, so maybe it'll last a little while."
With that, Vanessa exited the room – and the game began.
*5:58am*
It was almost over…
Mathew ran as fast as he could across the Pizza Megaplex's floor. He stuck near the walls, underneath the light neon glow that ran along its length. It kept him from getting in the way of a S.T.A.F.F. Bot's wheels. They weren't programmed to find anything as small as he was, so that made it a lot easier on him as he moved throughout the building.
He had a deal with Vanessa, and he had to return to her booth near Fazer Blast in order to be considered relatively safe. That meant running across open floors.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Mathew ran for it. There were still plenty of discarded bits of food and other debris across the floor from the day prior that the S.T.A.F.F. bots had failed to pick up. Travelling even ten feet was a chore as he attempted to cross the vast floor, before he heard it. The sound of an animatronics' whizzing, whirring footsteps off in the distance.
"Come out. I know you *want* to be caught by me. I'm your favorite, right?" He heard Roxanne's voice off in the distance, "You're just a loser. I deserve this."
He had just enough time to get back to cover as he ran, but instead – his instincts took over. He darted toward a white discarded tissue on the ground and slipped underneath, pulling it over his body. Thankfully, it didn't seem to have anything other than some dirt on it as he hid underneath. He could hear her footsteps thumping nearby. The whirring, whizzing sound of her machinery moving… All he could imagine was her walking by, stamping on him by accident… He gripped the floor, clearing his throat as he felt pleasure washing over his body.
"Found you!" She shouted, immediately filling his body with a rush of adrenaline and pleasure as her feet stamped louder and louder toward him.
He was expecting her to stop and talk, but instead, her paw landed directly on top of his hiding spot in her last step. The air blasted from his lungs as she stood on him, immediately snapping his right femur making escape an impossibility as pain mixed with the pleasure he felt.
However, the pressure wasn't exactly as much as he had expected. Her voice could be felt through her body as her toes flexed, and he could almost picture the machinery beyond her exterior shell moving. It was like she had perfect control over how much weight she put onto him. If she wanted to, he had no doubt she could reduce him to a paper-thin pelt of skin in an instant.
"You're so pathetic. You know I can see through that," She teased, sliding her paw back to uncover him before lifting it into the air, "Doesn't matter now, does it – bug? Why don't you show me how much you love me. I'm the winner after all, and you're just a loser~"
Throughout what she was saying, she lowered and raised her foot. Mathew expected it to come down each time, bracing for her to knock the wind out of him with each step. But she had such a command over her stance, along with the way she stepped. Her paw lowered just enough to press [REDACTED], touch her pad's rubbery, dirty sole to his face, then lift it again. Each tap sent a whirlwind of pleasure through his body, knocking the wind out of him in a vastly different way. To punctuate what she said, though… She lowered her foot – just enough to pin him down.
Then, he began to lick. There wasn't any sweat to taste, just a soft – rubbery, robotic pad covered in dirt and the occasional bit of pizza sauce or food crumbs. It was strangely delightful as he continued, breathing deeply as he worshipped the paw of his captor. Then, without warning, her foot descended. There was just enough pressure to knock the wind out of his chest, pinning him to the floor so he would disappear entirely. Her paw began to slide back and forth, dragging down his body but leaving him stationary. It was remarkable how accurate she was, how she could calculate the exact amount of pressure she was placing on him, to make his body react how she pleased. With each swipe, Mathew moaned deeper and deeper, before the pressure increased again.
It wasn't long before he gave in, [REDACTED] the animatronics' ruthless, unrelenting paw. She lifted her foot, smirking down to him.
"I can't believe you did that. You really are a loser, aren't you?"
Mathew watched her toes flex over his body before she stepped down. The deafening sound of her machinery shifting in her body just as the pressure stamped down on him blasted what air he had from his lungs out against her paw pad in a sharp puff. As she lifted her foot, he felt his body stick to her. Roxy flexed her toes, threatening to make Mathew fall to the ground before she stamped back down breaking a series of bones in his ribs.
She weighed far more than this though, and her paw was not soft enough to save him.
Roxanne was toying with him. He knew she was calculating just enough pressure to break bone, but not splatter him outright… Time and time again she lifted her foot, pulverizing more and more of the little one's bones until he was nothing but a pile of pleasure mixed with pain. Then, she stopped – holding her paw over him.
"Winners get prizes. This is mine," she said, before stepping back down on him.
The pressure was horrendously immense, calculated perfectly to push him beyond his body's limit. It wasn't instantaneous. Mathew's body resisted for a few seconds before he felt his side split paving a new path for his intestines to follow. She lifted her foot again, only for a second before stepping back down with even more pressure. Twice, then a third time, before stopping again.
Mathew tried his best to resist, letting out air as he wheezed in agony… Before.
*Splat*
Stuck like gum to the underside of Roxanne's paw, she lifted him up and began flexing her toes again.
"That was fun. If I wipe you off and throw you in the trash, maybe Chica will eat you," She jested.
But her job was done now, she was victorious.
She was the best.
Proud, Roxanne walked forward, smashing Mathew's body further and further into the rubbery pad of her mechanical paw, just as the clock struck 6am…
*Splat, Rurr! Whizz, Thump, Splat.*