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In this video, I'll break down the difference between point-in-time data and live data.
Point-in-time data is what legacy data vendors provide. It's a snapshot on of the past state of a business, meaning this data is often out of date the moment it is received. This issue stems from the way data is collected, by using call centers instead of crawling the web and using A.I. to keep data up to date.
Modern data vendors provide their customers with live data. Live data is constantly being updated to determine the most accurate account and contact data. The problem with point-in-time data is that it leaves sales and marketing professionals with inaccurate data, causing issues with both broad-based marketing and individual prospect outreach. With live data marketing and sales professionals have the most up to date information, leading to higher engagement and more closed-won deals.
Check out the video below to learn more.
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"Hey everybody, Matt Amundson here with another Modern Data Tip.
So today we're going to talk about point-in-time data versus live data.
So point-in-time data is essentially a snapshot of a business. It'll tell you, at one point, a company had X amount of revenue and this many employees, but you don't know when that data was collected.
Versus a modern data provider, which will give you live data. This data is constantly refreshed, and it's updated as that business grows.
Now, why is this important?
If you're a sales or marketing professional and you're operating off of old data, you might not be able to be successful in a sales cycle, or as a marketer, you might not be segmenting your database properly.
So make sure when you're buying data, you're buying data that's alive."
Related: Learn about EverString's live data in the Enterprise Guide to the B2B Data Revolution.

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Vishwas Utagi is a well-known activist who fights for the welfare of bank depositors and is an expert in the banking sector. He is currently the convenor of PMC Bank Depositors Association. He is also the General Secretary of Maharashtra State Bank Employees Federation and the Vice-President of All India Bank Employees Association. While holding RBI and BJP responsible for the PMC Bank scam, he suggested PMC should be merged with the State Bank of India (SBI) to protect the entire deposits of the account holders. He had a detailed interaction with the Free Press Journal's Political Editor Pramod Chunchuwar.
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What are your observations about the Punjab and Maharashtra Cooperative Bank?
The sole regulator of cooperative banks since 2001 is the Reserve Bank of India (RBI). Till 2001, cooperative banks in Maharashtra were under the dual control of the Maharashtra government and RBI. But after 2001, as per a central legislation, RBI became the sole regulator of cooperative banks in India. In March 2019, RBI again gave "A grade" to PMC Bank. This bank has the A grade from many years.
The bank was the fourth largest co-operative bank in India. The bank was having around Rs 19,000 crore balance, Rs 12,000 crore in deposits and Rs 8,800 crore in advances, as per the balance sheet checked by RBI in March 2019. All parameters were in the limit.
The gross NPA was 3.5 per cent, net NPA was 2.2 per cent and the profit was Rs 100 crore. Then how did it fail in just months? RBI should answer this!
It is now being said that loans given to HDIL are the main cause. What is your opinion?
HDIL is the company that was patronised by PMC Bank. I am carefully using the word patronising. The Wadhwan family and HDIL are associated with the PMC Bank for a very long period. In 1987, they saved the bank from a financial crisis.
This fact cannot be ignored that they once saved the bank. PMC Bank started giving loans to HDIL from 2008 onwards. Then HDIL slowly took control of the bank through the board of directors. Waryam Singh who was a director of the bank was later appointed as the bank's chairman.
Bank MD Joy Thomas too joined these directors in this financial scam. He hid the fact from RBI that HDIL has defaulted on Rs 2,500 crore. After RBI's action, Thomas in a press conference admitted that HDIL's bad assets were Rs 2,500 crore.
This fact must have been revealed to RBI after a whistle-blower Mattu alerted RBI about this hidden NPA of HDIL. RBI's auditors must have sought an explanation from the bank, which forced Thomas to show the entries regarding this NPA.
RBI then asked the bank to make a provision of Rs 2,500 crore or face its action under section 35(A). The loans given to HDIL, especially during 2008-19, were turned into NPAs.
Don't you think RBI is also responsible and answerable for this scam? It may be said that RBI officers were in connivance with these bank directors and officials?
Yes. We think RBI is more guilty than the bank and its directors or officials. RBI cannot escape their responsibility. It is their sole responsibility to do audit and supervision of these banks.
Why did not RBI do the concurrent audit and IT audit of this bank? If the loans given from 2008 have become NPAs, RBI should have noticed this. Why was RBI giving A grade to this bank for a long time? A honest audit of PMC Bank by RBI could have saved the depositors money.
After RBI was alerted by a whistle-blower, it noticed this scam. What type of audit were they doing since 2001? As per the NCLT code, the value of the assets under liquidation has reduced to 75 per cent of their original claimed cost. Money was lent to HDIL and their dummy companies through 21,000 dummy accounts.
MD Thomas along with his chosen six associates opened these dummy accounts. How were KYC of these accounts approved? If we take into consideration these dummy accounts, the total money siphoned off was Rs 4,252 crore. This scam is also a fit case of money laundering and thus ED comes into the picture for this.
We are requesting the government agencies to arrest the concerned RBI officials who connived with PMC Bank and allowed them to hide the NPAs. We are filing a petition for this in the Bombay High Court.
Do you see any political link or pressure in this scam?
We feel the RBI is acting politically. If PMC Bank is not having any liquidity, how was the money withdrawal limit increased within a few days from Rs 1,000 to Rs 25,000.
This increase of limit is good for small depositors but where has this money suddenly come from? Did the bank sell assets of the defaulters or how is the bank managing to give this amount? It means that RBI is violating its own rules and regulations and is acting politically due to fear. PMC has directors related mainly with the BJP.
The directors are largely builders and businessmen who are associated with the BJP. The political party has also appointed Mangal Prabhat Lodha as its Mumbai president. This clearly shows that the builder lobby is supported by the BJP. Thus, we believe the RBI and BJP are responsible for the PMC scam.
But RBI's role is to protect investors and depositors. The action against this bank may erode depositors' trust in the co-operative banking system?
Yes. RBI is expected to protect depositors. But in this case, they failed like they did in the Rupee Bank case too. RBI instead of protecting the co-operative sector banks, wants to kill these banks.
They want only the private banks to survive in the country. The policy of RBI is not to save the co-operatives. In the name of governance, they are killing the banks. In the name of punishing corrupt people in co-operative banks, RBI is killing cooperative banks.
Instead of weeding out the corruption, they are destroying the banks. Barring the Maharashtra State Cooperative Bank, RBI has not revived any co-operative bank. RBI wants to shrink the co-operative sector and privatise these banks.
What should the government do to protect investors?
One should first understand PMC Bank. The depositors are mainly from the Sikh community. This community is a very hard working one and they have deposited their hard-earned money in this bank.
They are drivers, workers, employed people, housewives and gurudwaras from the Sikh community. All are now fighting to get their money back. These people are bound to vote against the BJP as it has hurt the trust of the Sikh community.
Since the regulator has failed to check the corruption and revive the bank, the central government should do an out-of-box thinking. Now the finance minister should come forward and announce that PMC will be merged with SBI and all deposits should be protected. It will be a big slap for RBI but this will save total deposits of depositors.
This has happened in the past. The Memon Cooperative Bank was merged with Bank of Baroda in 2009. Bank of Karad was liquidated due to the Harshad Mehta stocks scam and then merged with Bank of India in 1993.
Currently, bank deposits are covered with a Rs 1 lakh guarantee by the government. In PMC's case, even to get this Rs 1 lakh back, depositors will have to wait for 20-25 years. So, we demand that like an investment in LIC, all depositors should get 100 per cent sovereign guarantee on their deposits.
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Researchers at Karolinska Institutet and the Ludwig Cancer Research in Stockholm, Sweden have conducted a detailed molecular analysis of the embryo's first week of development. Their results show that there are considerable differences in embryonic development between humans and mice, which is the most common organism of study in this field. The new study, which is published in the journal Cell, also shows that genes on the X chromosome are regulated differently.
Early human embryonic development is difficult to study, and most of our knowledge comes from mice. During the first seven days of fertilisation, the egg develops from a single cell to a blastocyst, a hollow cluster of some 200 to 300 cells. It is during this time that the first three cell types appear: the trophectoderm, which gives rise to the placenta, the hypoblast, which forms the embryonic endoderm, and the embryonic cells that go to make up the embryo itself. If the embryo is to adhere to the uterus wall and pregnancy commence, all these three cell types must mature properly. However, exactly when and in which order and how the cell types form in humans has not been known.
By detecting gene expression in individual cells, from donated human embryos that were not used for IVF treatment, two research groups led by Rickard Sandberg and Fredrik Lanner have managed to identify which genes are used in the embryo's cells at different times during the first week of development. They found that the first three cell types form later and seem to mature more simultaneously in the human than in the mouse.
"The fundamental knowledge generated by our research doesn't only help us understand embryonic development better, it also tells us more about how pluripotent cells are formed and regulated in its early stages," says Fredrik Lanner at Karolinska Institutet's Department of Clinical Science, Intervention and Technology. "This is important for the use of embryonic stem cells in regenerative medicine."
The researchers also found that the expression of genes situated on the X chromosome is subject to an unexpected expression pattern. The X chromosome has a particular gene regulation problem, since women's cells have two X chromosomes, while men only have a copy (XY). To avoid women having twice the level of expression of all genes on the X chromosome as men, women's cells must offset the gene expression. In mice, where this process is well-studied, one of the two X chromosomes is simply shut off during the first week. However, it has always been uncertain if this process even begins during the first week of human embryo development.
"What we've been able to demonstrate is that dose balance is gradually attained during day 4 to 7, interestingly through a completely new manner in which the gene expression from both X chromosomes in the female embryo is suppressed," says Rickard Sandberg of Karolinska Institutet's Department of Cell and Molecular Biology and the Ludwig Cancer Research.
Lead authors of this study are Sophie Petropoulos, Daniel Edsgärd and Björn Reinius. Sophie Petropoulos has a scholarship from the Mats Sundin Fellowship Programme for an exchange between Karolinska Institutet and the University of Toronto. Other funding bodies have been the Swedish Research Council, the Ragnar Söderberg Foundation, the Swedish Foundation for Strategic Research, the European Research Council, the Åke Wiberg Foundation, and the Ludwig Cancer Research.
Publication: 'Single-cell RNA-seq reveals lineage and X chromosome dynamics in human preimplantation embryos', Sophie Petropoulos, Daniel Edsga?rd, Bjo?rn Reinius, Qiaolin Deng, Sarita Pauliina Panula, Simone Codeluppi, Alvaro Plaza Reyes, Sten Linnarsson, Rickard Sandberg, and Fredrik Lanner, Cell, published online 7 April 2016, doi: 10.1016/j.cell.2016.03.023.
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After a crazy busy month of traveling followed by end-of-year festivities, I finally had the time to visit another artist and continue this series. I made plan to visit my friend Charlie Maguire at his studio in the California building in Minneapolis and, as a bonus, he offered to schedule my visit around his rehearsal with renowned folksinger Pop Wagner. It was such a treat!!!
It was cloudy on Monday morning but Charlie's space is located in a one hundred year old grain mill building transformed into artists' studios and offers two directional light sources from really large windows. It was moody to perfection!
Before Pop arrived, I photographed around the studio while chatting with Charlie. He is a very interesting man: A WWII history buff, an avid photographer and, of course, a life long musician!
The two friends we meeting to rehearse for an upcoming show 'Bound for Glory' on February 2. I urge you to attend if you live in the Twin-Cities area, click here for more info.
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Oundle Cinema Hosts Dementia Friendly Showing
The Eastern MCC teamed up with colleagues from our Oundle community store to help serve residents from the local Dementia care homes.
The Eastern MCC supported with refreshments for the cinema goers and donated £200 towards tickets for this special Dementia Friendly showing of the classic "Singing in the Rain".
The event was enjoyed by residents, carers and the team supporting. The lights were left up and it was a very relaxed atmosphere to ensure that those with Dementia enjoyed the experience. This is something that the Cinema and Eastern MCC will be looking to replicate in the future.


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text: One of the new beats mixed in a blender living out of trucks on the road on the go surfing hiking biking liking living. Moving on impulse and sometimes someones got something to say in song in sing along in word fun, poems, books, paintings, anything but mine comes in song for here for now. Atypical, for I'm usually quite private with my song writing. Just a guitar and words simplified as much as possible to complicate matters as much as possible. Doesn't make sense I know, nor does anything really.


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Title: VIF:The results of the VIF user requirements study
Pages: webpage (summary of http://www.lse.ac.uk/library/vif/Versioning_Issues_-_Discussion_Paper.doc)
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"VIF carried out further research into repositories that already contain some datasets, and investigated how these datasets are managed. Because this is a currently limited field, and because repository systems are not primarily configured to deal with such objects, we found that repository staff:
* Avoid versioning issues wherever possible by only keeping the most recent version. Older versions are deleted. This contrasts with how older version of other types of object are usually treated.
* By doing this, potential issues about which version people are citing becomes a problem.
* Have not found satisfactory ways to describe or indicate the relationship that a particular set of data holds to other related research outputs that are held in the repository."
This practice, if widespread beyond the survey group, represents a significant challenge that needs to be addressed (possibly by tool/repository plugin development). Succesfully citing and sharing datasets requires a stable and identifiable versioning system.
Filed under: Content Type - Data sets, Level - All, Manage and share content, Output - User requirements / feedback, Recognition of challenging issues and how to address th, VIF |


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Five Nights at Fanny's
"Five Nights at Fanny's" by LongTimeLurker
Night One
Mike approached the dilapidated brick building with growing skepticism, wondering who in their right mind would hire a night watchman for a condemned pizza parlor. Oh well, it didn't matter if they were crazy, just so long as they could cut a check… but that thought just brought him back to the whole 'failed business' thing.
He glanced up at the unlit sign: "Fanny Fazbear's Pizza". Beside it was the titular mascot roughly outlined in neon, a rosy-cheeked girl with bear ears, wearing a strangely predatory grin. Posters covered the windows, each featuring either Fanny or one of her 'Fabulous Friends', members of an all-girl animatronic band with surprisingly shapely bodies and revealing uniforms for a children's restaurant.
A taped notice on the front door read, "To the new night watchman: let yourself in, the office is down the hall on your left." Apparently the trend of not meeting with a single person during the entire application process was going to continue. His "orientation package" had been mailed directly to him, consisting of nothing more than a keyring, a stained placemat naming the restaurant's mascots, some legal papers he was meant to sign, and a uniform of khakis, a dress shirt and a tie. Digging out the keys, he let himself in.
His concerns about being paid were buoyed slightly by the orderly interior, the chairs neatly put up on the tables, the floor swept, everything in the kitchen put away – in fact, if it weren't for the thin layer of dust, everything looked ready to open tomorrow.
Crossing the main dining hall, Mike approached the parlor's main draw –a small stage, upon which stood Fanny and her Friends. Fanny herself was posed with a microphone in hand – and just as the neon sign had depicted, her toothy smile was deeply unsettling. As the band's lead singer, she had the fanciest outfit – a rose-pink dress whose frilled-lace skirt left her jointed-knees exposed, her bare arms revealing similar animatronic joints at her elbows and wrists. The dress was also cut low enough to show a surprising amount of cleavage, and at his current eye level, he couldn't help but stare at her bare thighs. He wondered what was beneath the white frills of her skirt, but shook his head, muttering, "Dude, she's just a singing theme park attraction." Looking back at her grinning, rosy-cheeked face, he noticed the two fuzzy bear ears sprouting from her honey-colored hair, a dainty top hat perched between them.
Behind her stood "Chica", a bright yellow animatronic dressed far more simply in a pink bikini bottom slung over her broad hips and a tight-fitting white t-shirt, the word's "Let's Party!" riding the swells of her very prominent bust. Similar to Fanny's token 'bear-ness', she had a few 'bird-like' qualities, her full lips painted a chicken-beak orange, a tuft of cartoonish feathers rising from her head, her feet encased in heeled orange ankle boots. Even more animatronic joints were exposed compared to Fanny thanks to her skimpy attire, sizeable seams opening at her hips and abdomen, windows to the machinery faintly visible within.
The last of the band was "Bonnie", a blue-haired animatronic girl with bunny ears holding a guitar, frozen mid-strum. She wore a black fitted teddy and a red bow-tie, a blue puffball tail pinned above a rump that, children's restaurant or no, the designer had seen fit to define in loving detail. Her legs were painted a sheer color, as if she were wearing stockings, though the joints at her knees, ankles, and hips spoiled the illusion.
As Mike passed by the animatronic trio, he found it odd that they seemed to be the only things in the place untouched by dust. He spared another glance at Fanny's skirt, his curiosity stirring once more. "I just gotta know," he said to no one, "How sick were the guys that built you?" He took a step toward the stage, reaching out a hand to lift her skirt, when a sudden noise made him look up – directly into Fanny's wide-eyed grin. Not just Fanny – all of them, teeth exposed in that same hungry smile.
Mike froze – hadn't they been looking straight ahead? His eyes flicked between them, each animatronic girl totally inanimate, their eyes glassy, dead. Why was he freaking out? Was it really so unusual that animatronics might move, or even track people who got close? Nevertheless, Mike decided that the question of what was beneath Fanny's skirt could wait. Sparing a few furtive glances over his shoulder, Mike hurried to the office.
No one was there either, not that he was surprised – a few monitors were set against the wall, all of them dark save one showing Fanny's stage. A console beneath offered a simple bank of controls, a flashlight, and a tape recorder with a post-it reading, "Press play." Settling into a creaking wooden rolling chair, Mike hit the 'play' button.
After a hiss of static, an emphatic voice burst out, "Hi there! I wanted to record something to help you get settled in on you first night. I'm actually on my last week here, on the day shift! Yeah, I got to switch after… l-look, not important. Let's just focus on what you'll need to get through this. Oh yeah, did you sign that waiver? Just leave it on the desk, I'll pick it up in the morning."
Get through this? Mike shifted uneasily in his chair, glancing at the waiver's contents for the first time, noticing clauses absolving Fazbear Entertainment of death and grievous injury appearing with frightening regularity – especially for a kid-friendly pizza parlor.
"So," continued the voice of the dayshift guy, losing some of that initial burst enthusiasm, "Fanny and the gang can be a bit… quirky at night. They might wander around a bit, which is fine. Your job is to make sure they don't stray from the premises. Th-they need to be decommissioned, but the last time we tried that, hoo-boy! They did not like that! N-not one bit. There's still stains over by the… So yeah, management is working out what to do next, but in the meantime, someone needs to be here to make sure Fanny and company don't leave the building."
Mike was sure this was some kind of prank. He glanced at the monitor showing Fanny, Chica, and Bonnie were all right where he last saw them.
"N-now, if you run into any of them, at night they tend to get a bit… cuddly. Which is fine. Well, mostly fine. Y-you see, they can also get jealous if they see with another animatronic. And they're not gonna take it out on their friend, oh no, they're gonna take it out on you. So don't let that happen. You're probably better off avoiding them altogether. Unless they're trying to get out! But hey, the first night should be a breeze. Things tend to be pretty calm at the beginning of the week. You'll be fine. I'll have more for you tomorrow. A-alright, good night!"
Mike had no idea what to think. Was this some kind of hidden camera thing? A psychological experiment? He stared at the monitor showing the stage, looking for any sign of movement from Fanny and the others. Nothing. Mike hit 'stop' on the tape player and pulled out his homework and a pack of caffeine pills – at least it was quiet enough here that he could focus on getting some work done.
Throughout the night, he couldn't help but keep glancing up at the monitor – and no matter how frequently he checked, he never saw the slightest change in the three leering animatronic band members. It wasn't until hours later, when he wasn't even watching the screens, that he noticed a flicker of movement. Peering up from his textbook, and he stared at the monitor showing the stage. Nope – both still there. Stifling a yawn and rubbing his bleary eyes, he returned to his textbook.
Both still there…
His head snapped up, and he realized that it was just Fanny and Bonnie on the stage. Chica was nowhere to be seen. He mashed the buttons on the control console, cycling through the available cameras – there! In the shadows of the kitchen, a dark silhouette stood unmoving, curvy enough to be the missing band member.
"Somebody is fucking with me," Mike said, perhaps louder than necessary. "Well, I'm not gonna just sit here…" Despite his insistence, it took several minutes of watching the monitor before he worked up the nerve to grab his flashlight and head out into the kitchen.
At first he just listened, the fear of being seen preventing him from thumbing the flashlight's power. Aside from his own breathing, there was only the hum of a refrigerator, the sound of the wind outside, then a faint mechanical whirring behind him. Mike spun and hit the button, a spotlight illuminating the colorful words, "Let's Party!" approaching fast. He stumbled back as a very articulate animatronic female form pressed up against him, backing him up against a pizza oven as the soft material of her breasts compressed against his chest. Her purple eyes locked with his, a smile spreading over her orange lips as she said in an enthusiastic chirp, "Well… you're new."
Mike swallowed, looking for some sign that this wasn't what it appeared to be, that this wasn't a very well-endowed animatronic bird girl coming on rather strong to him – but he could see from her numerous joints that it really was just whirring machinery beneath her yellow exterior.
"What's the matter?" she cooed, servos whining as she raised a thigh up beside him, sliding her bikini-clad pelvis against his.
"You can't be real," he said quickly.
"See for yourself," she squeaked, taking his hand and running it under her tight-fitting shirt. 'Real' wouldn't have been his first choice in describing the soft mounds beneath: perhaps 'substantial'. Soft, too… and surprisingly warm. As he groped his way to a better understanding of his situation, the robotic bird-girl moaned several registers lower than before, her animatronics buzzing more loudly as her body began to grind against his, artificial nipples visibly stiffening around "Let's" and "Party!"
"Oh god!" she sighed, "Fuck me right this instant or I swear I'm gonna explode!"
Mike found himself rather amenable to this request, but was uncertain about the logistics of it. He slid his free hand down the front of her pink bikini briefs, discovering the automaton's fully-realized and rapidly warming sex. His fingers teased along smooth folds, soliciting a shuddering gasp and a hastening mechanical whine, sparks sputtering from the seams in her body. "Yes!" she squealed. "Now! Now!"
He had to hold her recklessly rutting body and its protesting machinery at bay to get himself out of uniform. Though once he pulled his shirt from over his head, he noticed a pair of red pinpricks burning in the darkness behind Chica.
"Of course!" piped a shrill voice, and from the shadows emerged Bonnie, her eyes blazing red, a mechanical hum accompanying every stiff step. "You could have had this sweet piece of cotton tail, but instead you're boinking the first thing that crosses your path!" Her hand shot out, snatching a kitchen knife.
"W-wait!" Mike insisted, "Put down the knife and… you can join us!"
"What?" the yellow automaton pouted, her high-pitched voice developing a threatening edge as she pulled away. "You mean I'm not enough for you?!"
"Look, if either of you kill me, nobody's getting laid!" he pointed out, Bonnie now well within stabbing distance, the eyes of both robots flaring red.
"Choose!" they demanded in unison from either side of him, folding their arms over their prodigious chests.
"I… uh…" Mike was sweating, looking for a way out. He took a step back, but his ankle caught on his pants and he fell backward on to the kitchen floor. The two automatons closed in, reaching toward him. Mike closed his eyes, hoping only that it would be quick – somewhere, a digital clock chime rang out.
After several moments of silence, he opened one eye to see the two automatons standing, their formerly red eyes now glassy and vacant. "Welcome to Fanny Fazbear's!" exclaimed Bonnie. Chica added in an even higher voice, "I hope you're having a pizzariffic day!" The two stiffly retreated from the kitchen in the direction of the stage.
He was dressed in a flash, and ran full speed at the exit, crashing against the door. He wasn't entirely surprised to discover that all the doors, even the one marked 'fire exit', were locked. With a nervous glance at the stage where Chica and Bonnie were resuming their former positions (and where Fanny herself had seemingly not moved at all), he rushed back to the office, hastily grabbed all his stuff, and after returning to the exit and fumbling with the lock, he managed to get out the front door. He stumbled about in the pre-dawn light, his breath came in panicked gulps. "What the fuck is this place?!" he gasped, staring at the posters that showed the automatons capering wildly, each holding a slice of pepperoni pizza.
"I should call the cops!" he said to himself, walking toward his parked car. "The news, too! A pizza parlor filled with killer, sex-crazed robots. I could probably sell the story… get paid for it, even. 'One night at Fanny's'."
Back at his apartment, he had his phone in his hand… but for some reason, he wasn't dialing. "I need proof." What about the recordings from the day watch guy? The animatronics themselves? Did the restaurant tape any of the surveillance footage? He decided it had to be more than that – he'd grab his buddy's camera and get the footage himself. And he was very certain that none of this was because he'd get another chance at those very willing animatronic girls.
Besides, he thought, 'Two Nights at Fanny's' has a better ring to it.
Night Two
Mike passed by the stage, pointing his camera at Fanny and the band. "Sure, they look like normal animatronics," he narrated, "but check this out." He pulled down Chica's pink bottoms to reveal… a completely smooth plastic crotch? He poked it – solid. "She had, like, a full on… she…" Mike switched off the camera and hurried to the office. Had he just imagined it? Was he going insane?
The flashlight had been returned to the office desk, set next to the tape recorder with another post-it reading, 'Great job!' He hit play, the day watchman's unsteady voice echoing from the speakers.
"See, what'd I tell you? No problem. I'll keep this short though, they get more active as the week progresses. A-also, some slightly bad news. I mean, it's fine. But… Foxy over in 'Pirate's Cove' has started moving around again. And here I thought she was down! Foxy is… unpredictable. She's not necessarily interested in 'cuddling'. Stay away, if you can. If you can't… she's got this thing with her tail you could try. Oh, and don't let her out of course! You'll be fine. Well… t-talk to you tomorrow!"
Foxy? Mike cycled through the cameras, finding one with a stage marked 'Pirate's Cove'. But instead of another automaton, it was just a drawn curtain with a posted sign that read Sorry! Out of Order.
He set up his camera and waited, periodically flipping between Fanny's stage and Pirate's Cove, seeing no change in either. He was starting to think last night really had been some kind of sleep deprived hallucination. Sex-crazed robots? Please. He just needed more sleep. He thought those had been caffeine pills, but maybe...
"Couldn't wait, could you?" a girlish voice sighed behind him – he whirled around to see Chica, her panties still halfway down her thighs – only this time, he saw the bright yellow labia of the hairless sex he had felt the night before. Machinery clicked and whirred as she sauntered toward him, hips swaying, her half-removed panties only allowing her small steps. He glanced at the monitor, seeing Bonnie and Fanny still frozen on stage. Clicking a button, he saw the Pirate's Cove was also unchanged.
"Are those camera's more interesting than me?" she asked, her arms reaching around him, jointed fingers working at his pants.
"Just making sure we won't be disturbed!" He stepped around her, bending her over the console so he could keep the monitor in view. He hit 'record' on the camera he had borrowed, adjusting the lens to face them (he hadn't planned on this being a sex-tape, but oh well!), then positioned himself to enter her from behind, when he started getting nervous about the open gaps around her hips.
"What's the hold-up?" she asked, her neck whirring as she glanced over her shoulder.
"It's just… you've got a lot of… open bits? I don't want to get pinched…"
"Well if anything got into my seams it would be even less fun for me!" Impatiently she reached behind, grabbed his cock, and guided him into her animatronic pussy. Immediately her machinery began to hum, her body rattling as she let out a tinny groan.
Mike started slow, testing her hot, tight sex, her trembling body, finding she seemed sturdy enough - soon he was pounding away as she squealed with abandon, her chassis producing buzzing and crackling sounds as sparks shot out from her with every slap of her cheerfully painted plastic ass against his unrelenting hips.
Sparing a glance at the monitor, his heart stopped when he saw a figure leaning out from the curtain at Pirate's Cove. A red-haired vixen in an eye patch stared at the camera with a delirious smile, two fox-ears topping her head; one was covered in fur, the other's internal mechanisms exposed and hanging slightly limp. Her frilled blouse was open, and above her ripe breasts was a rent in her frame, an ominous red light shining from within.
"D-don't stop!" demanded Chica, raising on her toes to force her shuddering, sparking hindquarters into him. But before Mike could resume his pumping, he heard Bonnie's voice cry out, "And here I find you again!"
"Hi B-b-bonnie!" chirped Chica, happily bucking her hips.
"Wait, Bonnie!" Mike protested as she approached. "I'm just warming up with Chica here, you're the one I really want!"
This had the effect of stopping Bonnie, but Chica seemed incensed, her flaring red eyes reflecting in the dead monitors. "Warming up!? How about I warm you up by stuffing you into an oven!"
Looking around frantically, Mike saw the flashlight and grabbed it, trying to wedge it into one of gaps in her frame, but none seemed large enough.
"Just what do you think you're doing!?" snarled Chica, her playful tone absent, her hips freezing. Mike pumped desperately, reaching up under her tight t-shirt, teasing one of her firm nipples. She groaned, the red in her eyes flickering, her back arching upward, the seam at her abdomen widening – it was enough. He rammed the flashlight into the opening, jumping back as he felt a sudden shock.
Chica spun to face him, the flashlight still wedged in her torso which was emitting a terrible grinding sound, tendrils of electricity dancing around the foreign object. "W-w-wwwwarming uuup-p-p?!" she growled, eyes flaring red, taking a step toward him. Something inside her gave way with a loud electrical pop, white smoke pouring from several openings.
"Warrrminnnnnnggggg-" another step, another pop. Her entire body rattled violently, her rosy cheeks glowing incandescent, white fluid dripping from her sparking sex. Her shirt was pulled back, leaving one yellow tit exposed, a tongue of electricity licking across her pink nipple like it was a spark plug, her breast jiggling with her mechanical convulsions.
"Ssssoooo wwwarmmmed uuuup-" she groaned, her voice distorted. Mike noticed Bonnie was taking shelter in one of the exists, and Mike dove into the other, as the electrical storm coursing across Chica grew in intensity.
One of her hands closed around the flashlight and with a few halting jerks, she managed to pull it free. Chica squeaked an indecipherable phrase as electricity poured from her in a blistering fury – the automaton struggled to take another step, her internals groaning in defiance, and was then blown to pieces in an explosion of electricity and blue flame. Animatronic machinery and bright yellow plastic pelted the walls and ceiling of the office, a scrap of charred white fabric fluttering by Mike, emblazoned with the word "Party!"
He wasn't sure how Bonnie would react to him blowing up her band-mate, but she only regarded him with a sultry smile from across the office. "You warmed up yet?"
"Uhh… just a sec," Mike said, running to the console, cursing when he noticed his borrowed camera had been knocked off the desk and shattered on the tiled floor. "I'll worry about that later!" He checked the monitor – Pirate's Cove was empty. Another curse, he cycled quickly through the feeds, finally catching sight of Foxy, rushing through the private party area toward the office hallway, her fluffed tail swishing excitedly.
Mike sprinted toward the other exit, the animatronic Bonnie watching him in confusion, then rushing after him. As her servos churned, she called, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Away from Foxy!"
"Oh," accepted Bonnie, adding, "She's crazy!"
Mike considered hiding in the restrooms, but that was a dead end. He kept moving, rushing through the dining hall where Fanny remained stock-still, then found himself at Pirate's Cove. Maybe this was the safest place? Would Foxy come back here before the night was up? He slipped past the curtain on to Foxy's stage, Bonnie leaping on to the stage behind him, her tall heels drumming loudly upon the hollow platform.
Mike grabbed her and held her still. "Shhhh!" he insisted, her animatronics making faint protests as she squirmed in his arms.
"Don't shush me! We don't have much time at this point!" she pouted, "thanks to you and all your 'warming up'."
He brushed a hand against her groin and she quieted, servos whining as she closed her warming thighs over his hand. Lying her down on the floor, with one eye watching out of the curtain gap, he slipped his fingers beneath her teddy and worked her synthetic sex tenderly, trying to walk the line of her being both placated and quiet. At first it seemed to work; the small whirrs and clicks she made along with her delicate sighs couldn't have been heard outside of the room. But the balance kept tipping as she moaned louder, demanding more – and every time he stepped up his efforts, she only made more noise.
"The thing you need to understand-" he began in a harsh whisper, when suddenly, the curtains parted, and there stood Foxy – she was dressed in a low-cut frilled blouse, a red sarong tied at her waist, high on one hip so that her tanned thigh and pelvic seams were exposed, as well as a hint of white panties beneath. "What do we have here?" she cried, her one eye glowing red, her fox's tail twitching.
"Almost th-there!" Bonnie moaned. "P-please, just a little more!"
Foxy crouched beside them, glaring at Mike. "Could you maybe hurry this along?" Leaning over Bonnie's straining body, said, "Y'know, she loves it when you…" Foxy tugged down Bonnie's teddy, then stuck out her pink tongue, flitting it over Bonnie's nipples. Mike felt a rush of warm fluid over his fingers as Bonnie cried out in exultant joy, sparks bursting like fireworks from her seams.
"Now?" Foxy asked, her red eye fixed on Mike.
"S-sure…" Bonnie sighed, her eyelids clicking shut.
Remember what the dayshift guy had said, Mike quickly reached out and grabbed Foxy's tail, giving it a gentle but firm tug as he ran his fingers along its length. She froze, wide eyed, a look of stunned bliss on her face as her exposed animatronic ear twitched uncertainly, the light from the tear at her clavicle throbbing. He repeated the gesture, following it with a slap where her sarong left part of her ass exposed. Her shapely body buzzed and ticked, blue sparks squirting from the open machinery of her neck. Feeling he had the situation well in hand, Mike sat up, sliding a hand beneath her panties.
"It's t-too m-much," she protested, her body quaking as he continued to stroke her tail, his other hand brushing her animatronic labia. "Y-you'll mmmake me <ahhh!> y-you'll mmmaaake me explode!" Mike worked her harder, faster, Foxy's body quivering as her servos whined and clicked, heat coursing from her sex, her moans becoming frantic cries of pleasure. He could feel the electricity tingling across her, a burning electrical smell filling the air, her red hair whipping across his chest as her head swiveled and swung with impossible speed. "Y-y-youuu <ahhh!> willll mmmmake <ohhhh!> mmmeeee <nnnnngh!!!>-"
In this distance, he heard a digitized chime. In an instant, Foxy froze. He felt her sex 'seal up', forcing his slick fingers out of her while she abruptly stood, readjusting her blouse and sarong, striking a pose with her arms akimbo as her machinery quieted, then went silent.
Bonnie sat up robotically and, after fixing her teddy, marched in a stiff-legged gait toward the main stage.
"Please step off the stage, matey!" Foxy stated absently – but the tone was such that he obeyed without hesitation, feeling that even when the animatronics were in this state, they were far from defenseless.
"Alrighty," Mike mumbled as he stalked to the office to collect his things, already formulating tomorrow's plan, "three nights at Fanny's!"
Night Three
"What do you mean you broke my camera?! After one day!? Are you kidding me?!"
Mike flinched from the receiver, cautiously returning it to his ear once the shouting had stopped, "Listen, I can get you a new one, a better one, it's just… right now I'm in this crazy shit you would not believe-"
"And what crazy shit is that?"
Mike considered telling him the truth, and even (for a brief moment) considered inviting him along to see for himself. But in the end, he decided the best thing to do was to keep his friend out of it. "Like I said, there's no way you'd believe me if I didn't have it on tape, hence my need for a camera! So… um… I know you've got another one, right? Maybe you could…" There was a distinct click. "…ummm… hello?"
He hung up the phone, looking at his options… the loss of a camera didn't strike him as that big of a deal. He had actually been spending more time responsibly envisioning one-on-one scenarios with the remaining animatronics out of concern for his own safety than fantasizing about blowing the lid off of this Fazbear Entertainment… cover-up? Conspiracy? Whatever. That would still happen, of course.
And during all of this, the thought of simply not going to work didn't occur to him at all.
The main stage was now only occupied by Fanny and Bonnie. "That should make tonight easier," Mike muttered, noting the empty space where Chica had been. He watched Fanny apprehensively as he passed, the only one of the animatronics who had yet to do anything. Maybe she was broken? Or specifically not broken in the way the others were?
In the office he found no evidence of Chica's explosion, save for a few scuffs and scorches on the black and white tile. It looked like the tape recorder had survived, a fresh post-it reading, 'Keep it up!' He hit 'play' and began checking the camera feeds.
"Wow, you managed to decommission Chica! I don't know how you did it, but she was long overdue. Of course, the others are too. But best not to press your luck. A-and really, I hope Fanny doesn't take it personally. Chica did great backing vocals. No, it'll be fine.
"Sooo… you made it to hump day! You're in the home stretch. Just… keep doing what you've been doing! Umm… OK. See you on the flip side."
No movement from the stage or Pirate's Cove. His plan was to subdue Bonnie as quickly as possible (she seemed relatively easy), get to Foxy, do the tail thing until she popped – then it'd just be Fanny left. Dayshift guy hadn't given any specific warning against the lead-singer, so he figured she'd be simple enough to handle on her own. Mike realized he had lingered on the honey-blonde singer in her low-cut, high-waisted pink frills for too long, and flicked back to Pirate's Cove – empty. He didn't want Foxy to catch him here, since the first place Bonnie would look for him. But before he was out of his chair, he already heard Foxy's servos straining at a feverous pitch from the hall.
Mike escaped through room's only other exit, looking for somewhere to hide in the kitchen when he was suddenly tackled from behind. He rolled in a tangle with his assailant, ending up on his back with Foxy straddling him, her red hair hanging disheveled in front of her one good eye. "You're not getting away that easily," she purred, whipping off her red sarong with a flourish, her panty-clad crotch sliding to meet his stiffening groin with a faint mechanized whine. He reached for her tail, only to have his arm slammed to the ground, her right hand sprouting wicked claws. "I'm quite sensitive about my tail," she calmly explained, her clawed hand walking up his chest, "and you were rather reckless the last time you got a hold of me, weren't you?" A razor-sharp talon rasped along the stubble of his throat.
Mike swallowed, holding as still as possible. "I thought that's how you liked it…"
"Let me show you how I like it!" she growled, tearing off his clothes as her machinery hummed in anticipation. She flicked her claw along the front of her white panties, neatly tearing a clean vertical slit in the fabric, and then drove his rigid member through it as she thrust herself upon him with a throaty moan. As she rode him savagely, he reached again for her tail, but quickly withdrew when she raised her clawed hand with a series of sharp snipping motions.
He diverted his hand to the frilled blouse that could only just contain her bouncing tits, a slight tug on the low collar freeing them both. Sparks shot from her neck as he fondled her, her hips faltering when he gave her nipples a tender pinch. Soon he was the one setting the rhythm, her servos only working in response to his own pumping, her once aggressive moans replaced by desperate, higher-pitched cries. With each subsequent thrust, Foxy's machinery spun up louder, her head lolling on her animatronic neck, eyes clenching tightly shut, her poised taloned hand drooping at the wrist…
Mike's hand shot out, taking hold of her tail and giving it a sharp tug; she gasped, her eyes flying open, claws whistling toward his face. Another tug and she froze, a ring of sparks flowering from her neck, the tips of the claws tickling the tip of his nose. His hand glided up and down her soft tail as it stiffened and thrummed, her hips bucking in stuttering thrusts as he felt the inside of her grow warm and wet, then hot and drenched.
"I-it's <nnnngh!> I-t's t-t-too much!" she moaned, electrical energy spidering across her trembling body. He gave her taut backside a swat and some component inside her trumpeted a surrender with an electrical whine. Her face froze in a dumbfounded expression, eyes and mouth agape, and she fell forward, white smoke venting from her seams. She landed face down with her tail in the air, Mike scrambling for safety as the noise from her internal workings accelerated to a dangerous pitch and showed no signs of slowing.
Suddenly, music blared from the restaurant speakers, a rousing stirring of strings, then an unfamiliar woman's voice singing out, "To-ré-a-dor, en garde! To-ré-a-dor! To-ré-a-dor!"
Foxy stirred, haltingly picking herself up from the floor, her body twitching from an occasional electrical discharge. Her eye flared red as she turned it to where Mike peered from behind an oven. With no forewarning, she sprang, bowling toward him with her claws raised. He jerked to one side and she slashed, catching his arm before her momentum send her careening into a shelf of pots and pans with a thunderous crash. In stiff movements she righted herself, wracked by frequent bursts of electricity. Her teeth were clenched in a feral smile and he saw her eyepatch had been knocked askew, a second red eye glowing from within its metal socket. He grabbed a wooden pizza peel, holding it defensively.
"Toréador, l'amour," the voice sang, "l'amour t'attend!"
Again Foxy charged, but the prior collision had damaged her leg, much of the workings now visible beneath her torn shell – he spun to the side, swinging the peel in a broad arc, its flat wooden surface connecting with her backside to produce a satisfying smack. Her eyes snapped wide open, a chocked and digitized gasp echoing from her speakers as she stumbled forward, electricity blazing from the point of impact, her internals spinning hopelessly out of control. Foxy pitched wildly about, her animatronic legs flailing out in increasingly desperate attempts to keep her upright as sparks shot from her straining mechanisms. She slammed into a table and collapsed across it, hands grasping its edge for support. She struggled to right herself, but her uncooperative animatronics only produced trembling gyrations of her outthrust posterior.
He heard someone humming along to the music, and Bonnie was suddenly beside him, grabbing the peel from his hands and skipping over to where Foxy remained bent over. Squaring her feet like she was going up to bat, Bonnie wound back with the peel and swung, halting mere inches from Foxy's quivering backside: the fox-girl's cheeks clenching the fabric of her torn panties as the wind from the swing stirred her fluffed tail, and she emitted a scarcely audible moan. Bonnie flicked the makeshift paddle the last few inches, the wood barely kissing Foxy's bottom as Bonnie squeaked, "Tap!"
Foxy sucked in her breath, her rattling body covered in a near-constant field of electricity as droplets of glowing liquid fell from her quivering sex amidst a blazing fan of sparks.
Bonnie winked at Mike, holding the peel over her shoulder. "She likes it when you-" behind her, Foxy exploded, sending Bonnie sprawling to the ground as the bits that made up the mechanical fox-girl pirate pizza parlor mascot showered the kitchen in metal and plastic. The music abruptly cut out, and Mike watched as Bonnie pulled herself up to all fours, giggling maniacally.
"All for me," she tittered, servos whining as she began crawling toward Mike.
The singer's voice cut through the sound system once more, a melodic "Tomorrow~!" echoing through the deserted parlor. There was a hint of command to it, one that Bonnie instantly obeyed. Standing up, she walked past Mike with a sway to her hips, smiling back at him as his eyes following her swinging rump – but despite the admirable qualities it contained, his eyes were actually drawn higher, past her puffball tail, to a gaping hole in her back, her humming machinery plainly visible as it churned away with every step. "Tomorrow," she said in a low voice, placing a hand on her round hip as she returned to the dining hall.
Mike glanced at his arm, noticing he was bleeding where Foxy's claws had caught him. With a sigh, he picked himself up and walked to the men's room.
While rinsing off the injury, he considered that after three nights with nothing to show for his efforts but a bloodied forearm, perhaps it was time to call it quits – why not notify the authorities and simply walk away?
Just then, a treacly piece of muzak came tripping down the halls, and at first he thought it was the digital chime announcing the end of his shift. A moment later, he realized it was a music-box rendition of that 'Toreador' song from before.
Was Fanny mocking him?
After binding his arm in gauze from the surprisingly well-stocked medicine cabinet, he returned to the office and checked the camera. Bonnie and Fanny bobbed mechanically to the insipidly sweet music, their faces frozen in those vapid yet somehow threatening grins. The song ended and the two remaining members of the animatronic band settled stiffly into their default positions just as the digital chime signaled the end of the night.
"Alright, Fanny - you want a night four?" Mike said, jabbing his finger at the monitor. "You got it." On his way out of the restaurant, Mike found himself humming the chorus of the aria, with a parting glance at Fanny who seemed to be grinning even wider than before.
Night Four
Mike pulled into the empty parking lot of Fanny Fazzbear's Pizza long before his shift was scheduled to start, parked, and waited, keeping an eye on the building's few exits. He was hoping to catch his counterpart, the guy he only knew from the recorded messages waiting for him at the start of each shift. Whoever owned that voice was the only other person he could say with any certainty knew what was happening inside that restaurant, and he figured it was high time they met face to face. Mike found himself filled with nervous apprehension – he glanced at one of the posters featuring the buxom Fanny, her freckled smile now appearing lascivious after enduring three nights of her extremely aggressive band-mates' attentions.
Not able to simply sit and wait any longer, Mike got out of his car and unlocked the restaurant's front door, nervously slipping inside still ahead of schedule. "Hello?" he called into the seemingly deserted parlor, receiving no answer. Bonnie and Fanny were both on stage, unmoving, Bonny in her black teddy, Fanny in her pink frilled dress. As he passed by them on the way to the office, he noticed the hole that had been blown in Bonnie's back by Foxy's explosion remained, her internal mechanisms still exposed.
He found the office empty – the tape recorder was there, but no post-it note. He had been in the parking lot for hours, but the day-shift guy never emerged. When did his shift end, exactly? He hit the play button, but nothing happened. Examining the machine, he realized the cassette was at its end. With a frown, he pressed rewind and checked the monitor.
Pirate's Cove was empty, of course. Fanny and Bonnie still on stage.
The tape recorder finished rewinding with a 'click'. He hit the play button and immediately heard a feminine voice giving soft, mewling gasps of pleasure. "Uh… things are a little weird right now," he heard the day shift guy say in a trembling voice, "I j-just wanted to say, g-good work with Foxy! And… L-listen: If y-you c-can just hold out a little, we…" he paused, the sound of footsteps. "N-no…. No! Y-you p-p-promised!" his voice rose in a panic, giving way to a terrified scream.
The sound was suddenly muffled, unintelligible voices talking over each other followed by a series of thudding sounds, but Mike was no longer paying much attention to the recording. The scream still echoed in his mind, and he felt his cavalier attitude toward the week's events wilting in the face what he had just heard.
"You need to get out of here," he told himself, but he remained in his chair, staring at the monitor showing Fanny and Bonnie. "Get up, Mike," he insisted. "Get up." Instead, he stopped the tape's playback and cycled through the cameras, making sure it really was just Bonnie and Fanny left. When he came back to the stage a few seconds later, Bonnie was gone.
"There's still time…" he told himself, but remained still, listening for the sound of the approaching animatronic bunny-girl. At the sound of whirring machinery, he turned to see her come traipsing through the doorway, a telling smile broadening across her cute features. She approached Mike, but then circled behind him, and he watched her place her hands on the back of his rolling chair.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She pushed the char, rolling him and it into the hallway. "This time, I'm keeping my eyes on that bear bitch," she insisted. "And if she tries to spoil my fun again…"
"Wait, we should go somewhere where she won't find us," Mike insisted. "You're taking us straight to her!"
"Uh huh!" Bonnie agreed, and Mike sprang up from the chair, stopping in front of her.
"Move it!" she growled, her eyes flaring red. Mike hurried down the hall in front of her, emerging into the dining hall where Fanny remained, clutching her microphone, rosy-cheeked and stock-still. Bonnie was right behind him, taking his arm as she passed. Practically skipping, she pulled him to an empty chair positioned in front of the stage and shoving him into it.
"Alright," she said with a satisfactory smirk, pushing aside her blue hair and turning to face the stage, then dropping her well-crafted backside into Mike's lap with a sigh, her eyes fixed forward on Fanny's stationary form. Shifting the teddy aside to allow Mike access, she rutted against him, soon making grunts of impatience. Doing this directly in front of one of these jealousy-prone animatronics gave Mike pause, but he realized that if he could quickly get her to blow and caught Fanny in the blast: "Two birds with one bone…"
"What was that?" Bonnie asked at his muttered words. In response, he dropped his pants, grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to him, entering her with quick thrust. "C-c-careful!" she stammered, a small shower of sparks erupting from the seam at her hips. "If you t-take it it it too fast-!"
Which is exactly what he did. Ploughing into her as his hands clenched her plastic rump, he gave her everything he had. Bonnie howled, her mechanical arms and legs torqueing unnaturally, her motors emitting whines and a staccato clacking in protest to the strain. The gaping hole in her back provided a view of churning gears, pistons, and electrical components. A host of unsteady red lights and increasingly frequent bursts of sparks suggested Bonnie's systems were not coping well with his current level of exertion. Mike tore down her teddy and tweaked the nipples of her plastic tits, and his stomach was immediately peppered with a hot blast of sparks as some component detonated inside of her, white smoke pouring from her seems as her body gave an electric shudder.
"I-!" she squealed. "I-I-I'm g-g-going t-t-to-!"
Mike knew he should pull out from this ticking sex-bomb and take cover, but if he was going to use her to take out Fanny, he needed her as close to blowing as possible. Mike kept pumping, roughly caressing her as her high-pitched gasps blended with the incoherent squeals of her straining machinery, her voice asserting itself again with a plaintive cry of, "Y-y-you'll mmmmaake mmmeeeee Ahhhhh!" Her trembling sex suddenly burst with a rush of hot fluid and he felt himself surge inside of her, his fingers digging into her plastic frame as they both locked up, machinery and muscles tensed in their shared climax.
Pleasure was replaced with panic as Bonnie sizzled, smoke and sparks gushing from her panting form. And yet, the danger seemed to be passing as she grew calm, her machinery slowing with every one of her contended breaths. Evidently she had mastered whatever runaway reaction had been playing inside of her, and she sprang to her heeled feet, her puffball tail bouncing playfully, hand resting on her hip as she shifted to one side. "Now you can have him," she announced to Fanny, who gave no reaction.
Suddenly, Bonnie's hips shot to the other side and she stumbled in her heels to maintain her balance. "That's… odd…" she remarked, when it happened again, this time falling back into Mike's lap before bounding back to her feet, but this time with considerably less grace. From the hole in her back, Mike saw that her pistons, gears, and components were coated in a viscous fluid. It seemed the fruit of their climax had been blasted across her internal machinery – and apparently her machinery was not accustomed to operating under such conditions.
"S-something's n-not r-r-right…" she observed, jerking to one side as smoke once again began to rush from her insides.
"Correct!" exclaimed Fanny as she suddenly illuminated by a bright spotlight. There was no trace of innocence left on her pretty, freckled face as she leered at Bonnie. She leapt from the stage, her bountiful chest jiggling in her lace dress from the impact. "You, my dear Bonnie, have been very not-right! I dare say, you've been a very bad bunny!"
"I… I I I I-I-I-" Bonnie attempted before her head wrenched to one side, electrical current spidering between her rabbit ears.
"Yes, you, you,you!" Fanny leaned against the edge of the stage, crossing those jointed, shapely legs. "In your selfish rush to get what you wanted, you blew poor Foxy to smithereens!"
"S-shhh-sheeee-" Bonnie's speech was cut short as sparks shot from her mouth, a crackling sound emitting from somewhere within the thick column of white smoke venting from the hole in her back.
Fanny wrapped a honey-colored ringlet around her finger and said, "So I took the liberty of making sure all that human goo you seemed to want so very much would go straight into core components."
Bonnie's eyes widened but her stammering mouth yielding only, "Y-you hhhipo-c-c-criticallll-!" before more sparks blasted from her temple, her oversized, glassy eyes crossing deleriously. A pair of coiled springs burst out from the seam at her neck, her head sharply listing to one side.
"And then you made me go back on my word with what's-his-name – but how else was I going to preserve you for Mike?"
Electricity flitted over Bonnie's smoking, trembling chassis, and it was clear she was going to go up at any moment. Leaping from his chair, Mike grabbed the bunny-bot and, with a convulsion-inducing tweak of her nipple for good measure, shoved her straight at Fanny. Bonnie wheeled about wildly, but her momentum still carried her toward a surprised-looking Fanny, a rattling moan resonating from her as the breast he had 'primed' quivered amidst a bright web of electrical current.
Fanny excitedly sprang to her feet and caught Bonnie's arm, lifting her off the ground as she spun in a circle. The force tore Bonnie's animatronic limb free of its housing in a shower of sparks, only remaining attached by a thick bundle of cables. After a full rotation, Fanny flung her upward and away with a cry of, "Ole!"
Bonnie sailed through the air, her erratically twitching body crackling with electricity as smoke and desperate, orgiastic cries trailed behind her. She collided with the one of the parlor's ceiling fans, her body tensing as she gave a final, shrill gasp before exploding in a deafening blast. Smoldering animatronic pieces rained down upon Mike and Fanny, Mike ducking and covering his head while Fanny clapped giddily.
"What fun you are compared to those other cowering cretins we've had!" she squealed, then began walking toward him, the wide hem of her rosy, frilled dress greatly accentuating ever tick of her swaying hips. As she drew close, she draped her jointed arms around his shoulders, the lace of her dress tickling his reawakened manhood. Her soft lips took on a sultry pout as she leaned in closer still. "But you've also made a mess of things over the week, and I'm going to need some time to get ready for Friday. So why don't you take the rest of the night off?"
Mike moved his hand under her dress, sliding it up the smooth, artificial texture of her thigh. "But I need the hours," he insisted. His fingers ran across the joint of her thigh, briefly touching on humming wires and a quivering piston, before finding the edge of her crotch, covered in the soft cotton of her panties. But as he explored further, he was surprised to find no evidence of her sex.
Fanny smiled, leaning in close. "Like I said, I need time to get ready..."she then delivered light kiss and a hard shove, sending Mike sprawling on to the parlor's thin carpet as she spun on her heels and strolled away, leaping on to the stage with a faint whine from her animatronic leg. "See you tomorrow..." she called in a voice both flirtatious and threatening before disappearing behind the stage curtain.
Mike gathered his pants and quickly pulled them on, noting scorch marks on from some smoldering chunk of Bonnie's machinery. He saw he would have to be insane to return to this deathtrap for a fifth night, but as he let himself out, he called back, "Tomorrow."
Night Five
Mike opened the door to Fanny Fazzbear's Pizza for what he was certain would be the last time. His rational mind made a final attempt to convince him to just walk away, but the lurid anticipation of what awaited him outweighed any concerns for his personal safety, and he pulled the door shut behind him.
He was surprised to see it wasn't just Fanny on that stage as he had expected – Chica and Bonnie stood behind her with their microphone and guitar. The repairs for both were incomplete, scorch marks and damaged panels covering each of the two automatons.
Mike hurried to the guard room and cycled the monitor to pirate's cove, and saw Foxy was back as well, her reconstructed body riddled with machinery-exposing holes and tears. Suddenly, Foxy's head jerked up at the camera, her feral smile widening. A skeletal metallic hand delicately raked its way across her perfectly intact cleavage as she leered at the camera, then she sprang to her feet and ran out of frame. Knowing this meant she would be coming down the east hallway, he moved toward the other, only to be confronted by the sounds of approaching mechanical footsteps. Frantically looking about the room for another way out, he spied a vent against the wall and dove at it, tearing off the cover.
He heard the sound of one of the automatons entering the room behind him, the click of heels and whirring of gears, a delirious squeal of, "Gotcha!" He scrambled into the vent, only to feel something grasp his foot. Lunging to reach an intersection within the ducting, he grabbed the corners and tried to pull himself free.
A clang echoed from behind him as he met with firm resistance and he glanced behind him to see Chica, her broad yellow hips with their bright pink bottom wedged tightly in the opening. Her hand remained locked around his ankle, her contorted frame illuminated by sparks spraying from her lodged waist as she struggled to pull him to her.
Suddenly, her face changed from its delirious smile to alarm, and she looked behind her to shout, "What are you doing?" She pulled on him harder, servos straining, while Max held on for dear life, his fingers aching from their tenuous grip. "Stop pulling on me!" Chica called out behind her. "Foxy, I've got him, just let go of… ahhh! Let g-go of-!" A fountain of sparks erupted from Chica's hindquarters as Foxy pulled, wires and gears snapping free from her damaged torso. "Foxy, you're d-d-damaging me!" Chica giggled in an absurdly playful tone, and neither Foxy nor Mike gave up their side of the tug-of-war. A harsh buzzing filled the vents eclipsed by the sharp squeal of tearing metal. "Uh oh!" Chica cried, and there was a suddenly release of tension as she was pulled in two, coming apart at the waist with a deluge of sparks and mechanical debris, giving a distorted moan as her eyes rolled back, her hands still clenched around his ankle while he scrambled forward.
Focusing his attention on the vent before him rather than the ruined automaton he was dragging behind, he was badly startled when the grilled plate was torn away, replaced by Foxy's grinning face. She squeezed herself through an opening that admitted her slimmer physique much more easily than it did Chica's broad hips. Trying to scramble backwards, Mike only managed to entangle himself further with the broken automaton's upper half, still grasping for him with her sputtering limbs. Taking hold of her arm, he pulled her level with him, and she was suddenly lucid as her eyes met his.
"M-M-Mmmmiiiike!" she sang, her rattling hands spasming toward his neck. He responded by plunging his hands underneath her tight tank top and seizing upon her round, ripe plastic breasts. He roughly fondled their rubbery weight as she watched in helpless confusion, the stimulation overpowering whatever damaged components were responsible for processing the sensation, her remaining parts surrendering with electrical bursts and mechanical whimpering as the prelude to a much larger detonation hummed inside of her. He shoved her trembling torso down the vent toward Foxy and scrambled back to the closest intersection in the ducting, moving as quickly as he could while Foxy cursed him over Chica's escalating moans.
He managed to knock loose a grate and pull himself free when the explosion boomed through the vents, smoke billowing out behind him. Lying there for a moment on cold, hard tile, Mike realized he was in one of the bathrooms, and remembered there were still at least two other crazed automatons still on the loose. But before he could pick himself up, something took him by his arms and hoisted him up, and he found himself face to face with the cheerfully smiling Bonnie. "Mine!" she giggled, pushing him against the mirror between two spotless wall-mounted sinks.
"Good to see you again," Mike stated, with surprisingly little effort. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming too accustomed to the threats of psychotic sex-crazed automatons if he was able to speak the line without some measure of concern in his voice.
"You tried to use me as a sex-bomb!" she said in a scolding tone. He was surprised there had been enough of her to piece back together, but her curvaceous form did show more damage than he remembered, numerous tears in the strangely yielding plastic material of her shell, every hole a window into her electrical innards. "Did you think I'd forget?"
"Hey, that was Fanny who sabotaged you," he assured her as her hands crept menacingly to his neck, their murderous progress faltering when he gripped her backside with an affirming squeeze, pulling her hips to his. "Bonnie, what you should remember is that you're the only one I wanted this entire-"
The bathroom door slammed open, and in stalked Foxy, her form a sparking amalgam of a sexy pirate and an animatronic skeleton. Her frilled blouse was charred and shredded - above and below her bare and bouncing chest were holes exposing smoking machinery and flickering red lights. One of her arms was nothing more than wire-draped metal, the twitching digits terminating in sharp claws. Mike shoved the distracted Bonnie at her, but Foxy only gave a lazy swipe without bothering to slow her stride. Bonnie spun away, a great gash in her abdomen emitting an electrical cascade as her eyes crossed, her mouth in an insipid grimace before she crashed hard on to the floor.
The look on Foxy's face told him that she wouldn't afford him the chance for any speech or caress to persuade her from her intent. He couldn't escape her through the vent, and there was no way around her – looking around in desperation, Mike noticed the acoustic ceiling tiles and scrambled on to the sink, managing to punch one of the tiles loose – but before he could pull himself up, she had him by his ankle. She didn't bother to pull him to her but simply held him, preventing his escape as he struggled to lift himself into the ceiling.
With a bemused look she readied her claw, the red light of her eye shining off the artificial sheen of her grinning face. Struggling to pull his foot free, he only succeeded in kicking on the faucet, water splashing off the toe of his shoes and spraying into Foxy. With a sharp jerk she fell backwards on to her rump, electricity coursing over the drenched opening. She struggled to stand, falling again on her backside with a wet slap, her tail and ears stiffening as the bright electrical discharges intensified.
"You're not g-getting away this t-time!" Foxy snarled, standing again, stumbling backward, then forward as her machinery struggled, but managing to stay upright. Mike could have pulled himself into the ceiling to safety, but he had come to terms with the fact that prudence had little to do with his choices for the past week. He sidestepped her clumsy attack and pulled her tail, which caused her entire body to lock up while a feverish beeping echoed sharply through the room, some distressed piece of her crying out for maintenance. As her rigid form teetered to one side, he nudged her toward the still-running faucet. Face clanged into the porcelain basin as water flooded the components in her animatronic head. Smoke poured out from her as she spasmed uncontrollably, her flailing limbs smashing the mirror, the sink, the wall, and even herself as the machinery animating her shapely body failed spectacularly, her springs, wires, pistons, and gears bursting free or falling apart. In the end, she was nothing more than a pile of smoldering machinery blended with the indistinct plastic of her torn shell.
Mike shut off the faucet, adjusted his collar, and stepped out into the parlor. "Well, Fanny… looks like you're going to need a new band."
Fanny sat perched on the edge of the stage, festively illuminated by the parlor's colored lights. There was still a disarming playfulness to her, stemming from her rosy cheeks and honeyed curls, the frills of her pink dress, the way she absently kicked her bared legs, the motion producing tiny mechanical whines from her joints. She shrugged, gently disturbing her freckled cleavage. "I can always rebuild them."
"But who's going to rebuild you?" Mike asked, approaching slowly.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" she said in a husky whisper, leaning forward with her palms on the edge of the stage.
Mike drew closer, smelling a honey-scented perfume mixed with the scent of plastic. "I handled the others easily enough…"
"Yes you did," she cooed, her segmented fingers grabbing his collar and pulling him to her. "But that part's over…" she ripped off his shirt, her hands now working at his pants. "And now, there's nothing left but the sweet nectar of your reward."
A great many questions remained, but Mike's thoughts were wholly consumed by the reclining voluptuous automaton before him, her plastic thighs parting with a mechanical whir as she lifted her dress. Mike climbed on top of her as she shrugged off the straps of her dress, pushing it down to show off her sculpted breasts, her rigid nipples ringed by perfectly circular and pink areola. His fingers felt beneath her skirt – where the night before had been a smooth, featureless doll's groin, he now found the lips of her sex.
"So what happens now?" he asked.
"Now?" she whispered, letting out a soft sigh as she began to massage the soft rubber of her breasts. "You get to have me." Her eyes clicked shut and she arched her back slightly, the fabric of her panties grinding against his rigid member, her nipples brushing against his chest while her machinery emitted buzzing, whirring noises that sounded like tiny yearnings from inside of her.
"And if I don't want to 'have you'?" Mike asked quietly, as much to himself as to her. The prospect of refusal seemed unthinkable to him moments before - but now that he was considering the idea, he found in it a measure of control unfelt since he started here.
Fanny seemed to ignore the question, pulling him to her in a tight kiss as she began to tug off her panties. But Mike broke from her lips and got to his feet, stating plainly, "Sorry, Fanny – but no."
She sprang up and pressed herself against him, massaging her breasts for emphasis as she purred, "You have to. All these nights I've watched you, holding back as you and those other playthings toyed with each other, managing to survive until this night when I could finally… when you could finally-"
"Not going to happen," Mike said dismissively, pushing her away. Her jointed legs were caught up in her partially removed panties and sdhe landed on her rubber ass with a slap, a web of electricity flitting across her features.
"I will not be denied!" she growled petulantly, bare-breasted and seated in the pool of her ruffled skirts, visibly trying to suppress shudders creeping into her head and limbs. Mike seemed to reconsider and knelt down beside her. She took on a look of quiet triumph as he slowly reached for one of her full breasts. She straightened and closed her eyes, biting her lip while her hands bunched her honey-brown curls into a rough pony tail. A light trembling overtook her and she gave a plaintive whimper in anticipation of his touch, arching her back with a mechanical rattle as she sought to hasten their contact – but it never came. When she opened her eyes in confusion, she saw he was standing at the edge of the stage, buttoning his pants.
With a shriek of frustration, she tore off the panties that had snared her before and lunged, Mike casually sidestepping her as she went off the edge of the stage.
"Ole!" he called out as she crashed to the floor, a troubling 'crunch' heard from the impact. She stood, her face contorting in a fury that was undermined by her freckled and rosy cheeks. "To-ree-a-dor-ay, dah-da-dah-da-dahhhh," Mike sang, and Fanny vaulted on to the stage to give a wobbling charge, her machinery chuffing in apparent distress.
Mike sidestepped her once more and she crashed through the curtains, pulling them down with her in her collapse. By the time Fanny managed to free herself from the tangle of fabric, nearly every part of her was rattling and coughing up plumes of smoke. She stood shakily, electricity coursing over her failing body. "W-w-welcome to my restauraaaant!" she cheered and took a step toward Mike, one of her bear ears blasting off her head in a trail of sparks. Another step and she suffered an explosion at her hip that sent metal bits streaming smoke contrails sailing into the kitchen. Her approach veered left and right, as pieces of her began to rain down from beneath her skirt, an uneven trail marking her slow progress. Her legs locked up before she could reach Mike, the servos in her arms whining as she strained to reach him, her whole body quivering while small explosions burst inside her, her cartoonishly pretty face a mask of desperate rage. Mike reached forward and prodded one of her nipples like an elevator call button. For a brief second, her face lit up, the unsettling grin from the restaurant's sign shining brightly. Then, with a hiss and a clang, her animatronic body fell to pieces right in front of him, a few streams of pneumatic fluid arcing from a tangle of lace and machinery, wiring and sensually contoured plastic and rubber.
Mike dusted off his hands, put on his shirt, and let himself out of the restaurant into the evening air, heading directly to the payphone. Depositing a quarter and dialing the police, he considered how he would report this – by the time someone picked up, all he had come up with was, "You need to send someone out to Fanny Fazzbear's Pizza Parlor." No one would believe him if he just told them what had happened, but perhaps if they saw the strangely sophisticated and lethally clawed animatronics, he'd have a far more receptive audience. He'd probably leave out a few of the more intimate details of course, but his heroic struggle against killer automatons come to life would make for an undoubtedly lucrative-
An unexpected smell caught his attention, and he turned to see a flickering light behind the garish paintings of the mascots filling the windows. Suddenly realizing what was he was seeing, he dialed 911, shouting, "Fire! Dammit, hurry!"
"Looks like it started with some bad wiring on one of those mascot things," the fireman explained to the officer who had asked Mike to stick around while he answered a few questions.
"Did you see anything… unusual with the animatronics?" Mike ventured.
When the fireman looked blankly at him, the officer muttered with a half-hearted attempt to keep Mike from hearing, "Kid thought he saw something in the parlor, but I'm sure it was just one of the mascots shorting out like you said. Doesn't want to admit he pissed himself over a twitchy Fanny Fazzbear." Then, directly to him. "We've got your statement – go home, get some rest. You look like you could use it."
At his apartment, Mike found a pile of junk mail and bills, along with an envelope containing a paycheck for a week's worth of minimum wage. With a sigh, he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed.
When he woke up again, the room was dark. He looked around for his clock, trying to figure out what time it was, but it seemed as though the power was out. With a frustrated groan, he sat up to check the breaker box, then realized something had awakened him. Listening, he heard it again – the creak of floorboards outside his room.
Mike stared at the door to as it began to slowly creak open, a faint humming coming from the other side accompanied by whirring machinery, the powerful scent of a sickly sweet honey perfume almost masking the odor of burnt plastic. A red light lanced through the darkness, a feminine voice laced with a metallic tinge calling out softly, "It's me…"


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The Bold and the Beautiful (B&B) spoilers tease that Wyatt (Darin Brooks) will struggle with some confusion. He's convinced that Steffy's (Jacqueline MacInnes Wood) been cheating behind Liam's (Scott Clifton) back, but she'll promise she's done with Bill (Don Diamont). For Steffy, this was never anything more than a simple hookup. Bill's the one who turned it into some epic love story.
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It sounds like Wyatt will be in a real bind. We'll give you updates as other B&B news comes in. Stay tuned to the CBS soap and don't forget to check CDL often for the latest Bold and the Beautiful spoilers, updates, and news.
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The two major food truck events in the area is Food Truck Thursday and The Food Truck League.
We got the tasty opportunity to attend Food Truck Thursday at the Gallivan Center (between 200 and 300 South).
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Maybe some Mongolian?...
Or Korean BBQ in the Cup.. WHAT (the line was 40 people deep)!
Or possibly just a grilled cheese sandwich...
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