I to an elevator as the "threat" is taken by who seem to be police officers. Pressing the button to go back down to my floor I ride the elevator down as I start to look at myself seeing small dents all over me. As the elevator comes down I see a pink blur tackle me.
Ft. Foxy: You're okay!
Ft. Vincent: I'm fine, I just have a few dents here and there!
Walking into the main control room after getting myself and her back up on our feet I get back down on all fours and go through a vent to parts and service. As I pick myself back up I see a room with shelves covered in spare parts. Opening my plates I carefully remove the dented ones and replace then with new ones. Once the easily visible ones are replaced I start to undress to check for any more damaged plates, keeping my underwear on. Finding a few more leg and abdomen plates to be dented I swap then out swiftly as to not be caught with my pants down, literally. After changing the plates I get dressed and tidy myself up dusting off any dust I could find. Turning around I'm met with Ballora in a daze with a face redder than a tomato... what's a tomato? Walking around her I try to get down into the vents before feeling her tug on my arm.
Ft. Vincent: Do you need something?
Ballora: I-I need r-repairs.
Turning back towards her I see her looking down as if she's done something wrong.
Ft. Vincent: All right sit up on the table and I'll take a look at you.
Ballora: Th-Thank you.
My HUD flashes as I see "Protocol: Maintenance - Active" seeing flashes of Ballora's blueprints I learn how to open up her plates.
Ft. Vincent: So what seems to bother you?
Ballora: M-My chest f-feels hot...
Realizing what I was going to have to do I feel my face become warmer as I hear my fans spin faster than the speed of light. Going to the other side of her so I'm facing her back I pull down the shoulder portions of her dress so I can access her endoskeleton. I fidget around trying to get her plates open only to realize they wouldn't open facing me. Taking a deep breath in I pull her dress down more before going back to in front of her. I do my best to ignore her exposed breasts, looking at her face I see her shaking with a bright red glow on her face. Doing what I need to do to open her chest plates I notice nothing was wrong other than a fan being stuck on an extra loose screw. Taking it out the fan begins to work properly and as it begins to spin I watch it spin faster and faster. Feeling the cool air the blueprints disappear from my vision as her suit plates close suddenly. Leaning back I feel her slender arms wrap around my head and bury me in between her assets.
Ft. Vincent: H-Hey! L-Let me go!
Ballora: No~.
Prying off her arms I take a step back as she gets up from the table. Turning around to face the vents she wraps her hands her hands around my midriff pulling me closer to her.
Ballora: Not so fast~.
Swiftly dropping down I get out of her grasp and into the vent shaft to get back to my room. As I crawl through I notice dents in the vents giving me more room to go through. Turning around as I go I see Ballora staring at me with a lustful look in her eyes. Speeding up I finally get to the other side finding myself in a room with an empty stage. Running into an empty door I find myself in the room that I was in earlier that Foxy is scared of. Hearing a loud beep the device strikes forward. Dodging it I feel cables wrap around my arms and legs restraining my movement.
Ft. Vincent: Hey! Let me go!
???: No~.
Hearing another loud beep I watch as the device moves in front of me. I shut my eyes in anticipation for the strike to come. It comes, and worse than I expected. Feeling it stab into my lower abdomen and tear up and out I scream but to no avail. Watching the device drop my innards on the ground the cables let go as I drop to the floor. Seeing the cables lower in front of me I watch as a strange animatronic looks through the pile of parts looking for something. Hearing the door open I hear footsteps run towards me as my vision goes black.
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FNiA 3: Sister Location - Male Reader
Fanfiction(These books aren't in chronological order by the way, this is just the third book of mine) Waking up is hard, waking up in an unfamiliar place is harder. If only someone was there to guide you along the way to make life that much easier.
