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Gregory was having a breakdown.
Even he was surprised it had taken him this long to reach his limit— considering everything that had happened to him that night. But there was something in particular that had really pushed him over the edge.
It hadn’t been watching the security gate at the front entrance slam shut, ripping away any hope or chance to escape the Pizzaplex at midnight. It hadn’t been the time a few hours earlier where he was trapped in a security office by both Monty and Roxy, desperately trying to find a way out. It hadn’t even been that moment half an hour ago where he had shoved Chica into a trash compactor, where he watched her struggle to break free from the large metal press. Where he watched her up until she finally gave in— her body going limp and unresponsive as she was crushed.
No. What had gotten him to break down— to finally push him to his breaking point— was seeing her after she had been crushed.
Gregory thought that would’ve been the last of her. Why wouldn’t he? He would’ve never expected her— or anything, for that matter— to survive such damage. And yet there she was, standing threateningly from across the Atrium. A broken, mangled mess of twisted metal, yet still standing. Still responsive. Still moving.
And she was moving… towards him. A distorted screech came from the gaping orifice where her beak used to be as she broke into a sprint. The noise was metallic and grating, just like the sound of her body as it creaked underneath the compactor.
Instead of running, all Gregory could do was stand there in fear.
Of course he was aware of the situation he was in: he was trapped in an entertainment complex with dozens of animatronics and a security guard that were out to get him. Of course he was aware of the risk and danger he was in. But he had been able to stay calm and hold it together in spite of it.
At least, up until now. The severity of his situation— and his actions— hadn’t truly clicked until that very moment.
This was the nightmare he had to deal with. This was his reality.
And there was no way out.
If Freddy hadn’t come to his rescue at the last moment, he would’ve surely been caught— or worse. Large hands had scooped him up and placed him somewhere dark, yet familiar— inside Freddy’s chest cavity. Plastic casing and the gentle hum of something electronic surrounded him.
And then they were moving. Loud, quickened thumping filled Gregory’s eardrums as Freddy transported him somewhere. Away from the mangled mess that was Chica. Away from danger. Away to safety.
What had happened after that was all a blur. Gregory didn’t know how long they had been moving or where they were going. He was still too distracted by his spiking panic and the nausea beginning to rise in his throat to focus on anything else.
And that was where he found himself now.
After some time the moving had stopped. He was vaguely aware Freddy was speaking to him— his deep voice rumbling above him— but it was hard to concentrate on what the animatronic was saying. After taking a few deep breaths in an effort to ground himself, Gregory forced himself to focus.
“… you alright, Gregory? I sense that you are in distress,” came Freddy’s electronic voice. His tone was calm, yet laced with concern.
Gregory’s mouth opened to speak. Yet no words came out. Only a choked sob made its way out of him.
A gentle sigh sounded above him. “I will let you out now. Be careful as you exit my stomach hatch. There is not much room to maneuver in this storage closet,” Freddy warned. “However, we will be safe from the others for the time being.”
The hatch to Freddy’s chest opened and Gregory clambered out in a clumsy tangle of limbs. As his trembling legs hit the floor, a brief glance around the room told him that they were indeed in some sort of storage closet. An array of Fazbear merchandise haphazardly littered the floor. There was hardly enough room for Freddy to fit inside, let alone both of them. Only a few inches separated the two and the walls around them.
“Please tell me, what is the matter? Are you hurt?” asked Freddy, who was beginning to sound increasingly worried. “I can take you to a first aid station if you need.”
Gregory shook his head. Words were still difficult to manage, yet this time his mouth was able to form a sentence instead of choking out a sob. “N-No. I’m not hurt,” his sad, quiet voice sniffled, and he winced inwardly at the sound of it.
He sounded pathetic. Weak.
Gregory didn’t like showing weakness. He couldn’t. It was an instinct that was hard-wired into him as a cause of growing up on the streets.
Freddy’s eyes made a distinct ‘click’— a sound they made whenever he blinked. Gregory turned around to look up at the animatronic and found his large, LED eyes staring down at him.
If he didn’t know Freddy the way he did, Gregory would’ve found his staring creepy. But now whenever he looked at those bright eyes, he only felt at ease. Seeing those eyes meant that there was a friend nearby that he could count on to protect him from danger.
That alone was able to calm him— albeit just slightly.
“Then… What is wrong, superstar? Am I able to aid you in some way?” Freddy asked.
Gregory shook his head again, wrapping his arms around himself. “I-I just…” he tried, but his words quickly petered off.
Silence filled what little remaining space there was between them. Gregory could feel it all around them, as if it were suppressing him. Bogging him down.
But when he looked up at Freddy again— those warm lights looking at him with kindness and patience— he was reminded that things were okay. At least for now. He reminded himself that Freddy was here and that he was someplace safe.
Gregory took a deep breath in, then let it go. Then he tried again. “I guess… I’m scared. This feels like a nightmare. Everything here is out to get me. I’ve already been running for ages and it’s still so long until six AM,” he whispered. Pricks of tears were starting to well up in his eyes again even just after he had dispelled them. “I just feel so alone and exhausted and… am I ever going to get out of here in one piece?”
Even for an animatronic with limited facial movement, Freddy’s eyes looked soft. Sympathetic. Being mindful of the little free space around them, he carefully dropped down to one knee in front of Gregory, causing them to meet at eye-level. One of his large paws then came up to clasp him on the shoulder.
“I know this must be difficult for you. I’m sorry it has to be this way,” he apologized. His voice was low. Tender, even. As if anything louder would somehow distress Gregory more.
Another involuntary sob shook Gregory’s frame and a tear rolled down his cheek once more. A moment later, he clenched his fists tightly at his side from both embarrassment and frustration. He was showing weakness. Again. “It’s just not fair,” he whispered.
“I know it’s not. But you’re being so brave despite it all.”
“I guess…” he mumbled. It wasn’t as if it were a choice. He had to be if he wanted any chance of surviving the night.
“You are. Please believe me. I mean it from the bottom of my heart,” Freddy said earnestly. “I want you to know that I’m so very proud of you, Gregory.”
Freddy’s words echoed in his head. I’m proud of you.
It took him a moment to completely register what the animatronic had said. But when he did, something funny happened. Gregory’s breathing caught in his throat and it felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. “Y-You are?” he asked, looking up at Freddy with wide eyes.
“I am,” Freddy affirmed. “You are… unlike anyone I have ever met before. You are strong willed and determined to endure despite the circumstances. Not to mention you are quick on your feet and resourceful. You are a bright young man with an even brighter future.”
“I-I…”
“Gregory. Please, do not cry.”
Freddy’s other massive paw came to wipe away the stray tear. While the other one that was already on his shoulder began to rub up and down Gregory’s arm in an attempt to soothe him. And it worked. With the reassuring physical touch and Freddy’s praise combined, Gregory’s doubts were starting to melt away.
Gregory hardly ever received compliments. No, he never received compliments. So to hear them now when he needed them most, and coming from a friend he knew he could trust…
It was making him feel something. He was feeling warm inside.
“You really mean that…?” he asked.
“I do indeed. I believe you can get through this night,” Freddy rumbled happily, his eyelids turning up as if he were smiling. “And for what it’s worth… you don’t need to feel alone. I am here for you, and I will do everything in my power to help you in whatever way I can.”
“F-Freddy…”
That was right. He wasn’t alone. He had Freddy. Freddy, who cared about him. Freddy, who wanted to protect him. Freddy, who believed all these nice things about him.
Freddy, who would do anything for him.
Oh. Freddy would do anything for him. That train of thought made a… certain idea spark inside his head. Its appearance was abrupt and unexpected, but Gregory didn’t turn it away.
He never realized just how good physical contact really was. And he was now incredibly aware of the hand on him, rubbing soothing strokes up and down his arm. It didn’t take long for him to start thinking: what would Freddy’s touch feel like on other parts of his body?
The animatronic was already doing so much for him. And with all of his kind words, he was already making him feel so good and secure and safe. But… was it bad if Gregory wanted even more from him?
“Help me in… whatever way you can?”
“That is correct, Gregory.”
Hearing his name spoken so softly sent a shiver down Gregory’s spine. It was making him tingle in a new, weird way. Making him feel warmer than he did just a second ago.
“Um, maybe there is a way you can help me…” he muttered sheepishly.
Freddy immediately perked up at that. His ears sat up a little straighter and his eyes widened in attentiveness. “What do you need? If you are still in distress, I would like to do my best to help soothe you.”
“W-Well…”
Gregory’s sentence quickly petered off. What could he say? What exactly was he feeling? All he knew was that he enjoyed Freddy’s touch and his reassurance, and that he wanted more of it. But he just didn’t know how or in what sort of way. Not to mention, it was… embarrassing, asking for that sort of thing.
He shifted and fidgeted his legs while he tried to think of what to say. As he did however, Freddy’s eyes flickered down towards the movement.
“Oh,” the animatronic said, surprised.
Gregory paused. Oh?
He traced Freddy’s gaze with his own, down to where he was staring.
That’s when he noticed the tent forming in his very own shorts.
If Gregory was feeling warm before, he was certainly ablaze now.
He ripped himself from Freddy’s touch in an embarrassed scramble, trying to turn himself away from his gaze. “Uh, n-nevermind, I don’t need anything. Anyway, w-we should probably go before—”
“Nonsense,” Freddy suddenly said, his tone serious. “I said I would help you in whatever way I could, and I am a bear of my word.”
Another flash of embarrassment washed over him. “T-This isn’t what I meant, though!” he fumbled.
At least, he didn’t think that’s what he meant. Or… maybe it was. If the attention Freddy was giving him had caused him to feel warm and gotten him like— like this, then…
Honestly, Gregory didn’t know what was a worse fate: going outside and being mauled by Chica or Roxy or Monty, or being trapped in a room and embarrassing himself in front of Freddy.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Gregory,” Freddy said, as if reading his mind. His voice was calm and had dropped down to a lower decibel once again in an attempt to reassure him.
“H-How? I didn’t mean to— you just felt so good touching me, I—”
Gregory immediately clamped his mouth shut. He was making things so much worse, wasn’t he?
“What you are experiencing is totally natural. It is nothing to be embarrassed about,” Freddy repeated. “In fact… if you would allow me, then I would like to help you relax.”
Though he was still shaking slightly from nerves, Gregory swallowed in an attempt to force them down. “H-How would you do that?”
He waited for a response. After too many beats of silence, he turned back to look at Freddy.
To his surprise, it was Freddy’s turn to look sheepish. The animatronic wrung his hands together and his eyes averted to the side.
“Ah, well, that is…”
Gregory cocked his head. “‘That is’…?”
There were several heartbeats of silence before Freddy’s shoulders slumped and he let out a mechanical sigh. “You will have to trust me on this one, my dear Gregory. If you do, then I will show you what I mean.”
Gregory tried to ignore how his heart jumped at Freddy’s words. My dear Gregory, his thoughts echoed. Instead of letting his flusteredness show, he simply swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
The corners of Freddy’s eyes turned up into a smile. “Thank you.”
Freddy moved slowly yet deliberately. Now down on both knees, he knelt down even further until his head was below Gregory’s eye-level. Gregory blinked in surprise at that. It was almost weird seeing Freddy so… submissive and unthreatening. Especially when every animatronic he had met before was only ever out to get him.
But Freddy was different. He proved it when his large hands came up to rest on either side of Gregory’s waist— applying no more pressure to his body than a light blanket. For such a massive and sometimes imposing robot, Freddy knew how to be gentle.
He didn’t know why Freddy was different from the rest, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He knew he could trust him. He did trust him. He trusted him to be gentle and to take care of him.
The only sound Gregory could hear was the sound of his blood pulsing through his ears while he continued to watch Freddy’s movements. Eventually the animatronic’s hands found their way to his waistband and a blue claw from each hand carefully worked its way under the fabric.
Then movement from Freddy stopped entirely as he paused to look up at him. His eyes blinked slowly, as if he were silently asking Gregory for permission to keep going.
Gregory could guess what was going to happen next. He swallowed, then nodded silently. The sooner he agreed, the less time he had to second guess himself.
A moment later his shorts and underwear were tugged down in a single motion and his erect member sprang free. The open air made him feel even more exposed than he was.
Gregory hid his burning red face behind his hands. He didn’t want to look, mainly because he didn’t want to face his embarrassment. The fact that this was happening— actually, truly happening— was almost too much already.
Then Freddy spoke.
“Gregory. Please look at me.”
Slowly and reluctantly, Gregory peeked through his fingers… and nearly regretted doing so. What he saw was Freddy’s face less than an inch away from his already leaking tip. If either of them moved even slightly, then they would be— Freddy would be touching his—
He quickly shut his eyes again in embarrassment, but it was too late. The image was fresh in his mind, clear as day.
“You are such a good boy, Gregory. A very good, brave boy,” Freddy said, his tone warm.
Gregory made an unintentional whimper and his cock throbbed. A second later, he flinched. His tip had accidentally grazed against something when it twitched.
He didn’t have to guess what he had just grazed against— there was only one thing that it could have been. And that was Freddy’s mouth.
God. He was so embarrassed. He wanted to apologize, but a hot tightness constricted his throat and stopped him from doing so.
Fortunately, Freddy spared him and made no comment. He moved silently instead— large hands beginning to roam Gregory’s body. One eventually came to rest on his thigh while the other smoothed itself up and down his back.
They were strong and steady— the complete opposite of Gregory in that moment, who was nothing but a bundle full of nerves. But despite how embarrassed he was to have all this new attention on him, Freddy’s touch grounded him, too. It soothed him. It… made him want more.
His wish was quickly granted because he felt his cock brush up against something again. But this time, something else was taking the initiative.
Cool, smooth plastic suddenly enveloped him and Gregory’s eyes shot open. When he looked down, he saw Freddy’s large head nestled between his legs, staring up at him. The length of his cock was completely inside of his mouth.
“F-Freddy?!” he gasped.
“Do not be afraid. I will be careful not to harm you,” Freddy soothed. While his mouth didn’t move while he spoke, the echo of his voice rumbled all around him.
Gregory opened his mouth to say something. But whatever it was, it was quickly forgotten when Freddy moved his head back… then slid back down onto Gregory’s dick, tugging the skin of his shaft back as he did. A choked moan caught in his throat instead of words.
What Freddy was doing… It was an odd sensation. One that he had never felt before. But it was good. While the plastic casing of his mouth was cool and hard, the overall pressure around his cock was gentle. And the inside of his mouth was… surprisingly warm, as his cock found out.
Freddy continued to slide back and forth on his shaft all while maintaining a slow pace. Gregory was grateful for it— any faster and the sensation might’ve been too much for him. His senses were overwhelmed, but he didn’t want it to stop.
He didn’t know what was more embarrassing: the fact that Freddy was touching him like this or the fact that the animatronic’s eye contact with him never wavered. Not even once. It took everything in him not to hide his face again. But every time he thought about doing it, all he could hear was Freddy’s soft plea ringing in his head.
Gregory. Please look at me.
He didn’t know why Freddy wanted him to look, but doing what he was told was the least Gregory could do. But there would be no doubt about it— he would never be able to forget the sight now. The image of Freddy— nestled between his legs and siding his cock in and out of his mouth— would be with him for years.
“M-Mm…” Gregory whined.
His cock twitched, hitting the roof of Freddy’s warm mouth. Freddy rewarded him with another soothing rub along his lower back.
“That’s it, superstar. You’re doing such a good job,” he praised. The rumble of his voice against Gregory’s cock nearly caused his legs to buckle.
Oh god, Gregory swallowed, his throat feeling dry. A hot bolt of pleasure flashed through his gut.
He felt amazing. It wasn’t just the vibration that had been immensely pleasurable— it was everything. It was the praise, the nickname…
“S-Say that again…” he whispered.
Freddy made a slow blink at him. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said ‘say that again’,” Gregory repeated, louder this time. A red blush bloomed across his face. “Call me w-what you just called me. I… like it.”
The animatronic’s eyes widened in recognition. “Ah.”
Gregory gulped. Perhaps that had been too much— too selfish to ask for. He was already feeling shame for such a request—
“Gregory, you are my superstar,” Freddy purred. “Let me take care of you. I want nothing but the best for you. I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel the best you can be. You are such a good boy, Gregory dear.”
A pleasurable flash immediately jolted through Gregory’s body. He gasped, doubling over Freddy’s head as he involuntarily thrust deeper into his mouth. That’s when the underside of his tip slid against the animatronic’s smooth teeth, adding even more sensation to his already sensitive cock.
A swear almost left his mouth, but he held it back. The sensation felt good. So amazingly good that it was almost addicting. So he thrust again. And again. Until his hips were moving entirely on their own.
It was getting to be too much. He couldn’t stop the quickly building pleasure roiling deep in his gut. But at the same time, it wasn’t enough.
He wanted more. He wanted to feel more of Freddy’s warm mouth, more of his rumbling voice, more of his teeth sliding gently along his shaft. He wanted Freddy to say his name, call him nicknames, and to hear his tender praise.
There was no stopping the whimpers and moans that left Gregory’s mouth now. He was getting dangerously close to his limit. All he needed was just a little more. One final push that would—
“That’s it, superstar. Let yourself come inside of me. Do it for me,” Freddy crooned.
Oh, fuck.
“Freddy, I’m—!”
With a final moan and a buck of his hips, Gregory gripped onto the base of Freddy’s ears as his climax crashed over him. The pleasure made it feel like he was seeing stars behind his eyelids. Hot strings of cum shot deep inside of Freddy’s mouth with every twitch and throb of his cock. The hand that was along Gregory’s lower back had stopped its circular caressing motions and simply held him there, secure and steady, as he rode out his orgasm.
Gregory couldn’t help but whimper. “F-Freddy, oh, mm…”
Several moments later, he finally began to come down from his climax and a warm, pleasant glow washed over him. All he felt was pleasurable bliss as he stood there, still holding on to Freddy’s head.
That was the best Gregory had ever felt in a long time. Maybe ever, even. He wished it had never ended.
While he knew in the back of his head that he was still stuck in a dire situation with animatronics out to get him, all of his fears and worries had been washed away for the time being. Freddy had been right— he was able to help him feel relaxed.
Gently, he pried himself off Freddy and slid his cock out of the animatronic’s mouth. A string of cum connected the two of them for a moment, which broke off when Gregory pulled out far enough. Feeling slightly light-headed, he leaned against the wall for support and took in the sight in front of him.
Freddy, sitting on his knees and looking down at his mouth— a curious finger wiping away the trail of release Gregory had left on his bottom jaw. The remaining evidence of his orgasm was out of sight, being deep inside of Freddy’s mouth.
Gregory’s eyes suddenly widened, his gut sinking with realization. Just like before, the gravity of what he had done came crashing into him.
“Freddy are you okay?!” he cried, cupping Freddy’s large head with his hands. “I-I didn’t mean to… I mean, did I cause damage to your parts after I—”
“No. Do not worry, I am fine,” Freddy reassured him. “My endoskeleton is primarily waterproof, so you did not cause any harm to me. I would not have asked you to come inside of me if that were going to be the case.”
Gregory’s ears grew warm, embarrassed at hearing such language. “W-Well, that’s good,” he sighed in relief.
Freddy shifted from his kneeling position then rose to his feet. The empty space above Gregory was quickly filled by the animatronic’s tall stature. “How are you feeling now?” he asked.
“G-Good…” Gregory admitted.
“Are you still in any distress? Or do you feel relaxed?”
“I do. Better than that. I feel…” he trailed off, trying to find the right descriptor. Eventually, he simply settled on: “Real good.”
Freddy’s voice was warm. “I’m glad to hear that. I am also feeling good after that experience.”
“You are?”
“Yes. Not only do I enjoy helping you, Gregory, but… seeing you enjoy yourself like that also brings me a sense of, err, satisfaction,” he confessed.
Gregory blinked. Was Freddy… saying what he thought he was saying? That he enjoyed it in the same way he did?
Something flickered in his chest. Eagerness. Desire. Happiness.
“Well… maybe if there’s time later tonight and we’re still not caught, we could… do some more stuff?” he offered sheepishly.
“I would very much like that,” Freddy beamed.
Gregory flushed, and turned his flustered gaze down towards the ground.
He took a moment to clean up slightly and pull his shorts back up to his waist. Once he was finished, Freddy spoke up again.
“Thank you for trusting me as well. I’m happy that I could help you feel better, and it means a lot to me that you were willing to entrust me with your body,” he said, bowing to him ever so slightly.
Gregory shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. When in reality, his chest was feeling war from Freddy’s words once again. “Of course I trust you. You’re my friend,” he mumbled sheepishly.
And… I like you. A lot, he was tempted to say.
Freddy extended a hand to Gregory, which he happily took. The size of his hand dwarfed his in comparison. “You are my friend too, Gregory,” he smiled. “Now, let us go. It is wise if we keep moving before someone finds us.”
Gregory squeezed his hand around two of Freddy’s fingers. “Will you protect me if someone does?” he couldn’t help but ask.
Freddy returned the squeeze. “Always, superstar. Always.”