Hello hello hello welcome to your new job working for Freddy fazbear entertainment. I see your working at our sister location strip club for adults here at Las Vegas. Now there are some stuff to expect especially working at that specific location the animatronic have been no to bug out… nothing you should be afraid of. Everything is under control at the moment but just in case let’s go over a few things. In front of you, you should have a security tablet that lets you see all the cameras around the building. Secondly there should be a red button on your desk if you hit that all doors in your office should close so what ever is trying to get in stays out! Anyways with that out of the way you should be good to go you can head out at 6AM good luck the phone hangs up and you are left in a empty dark room with LED lights lining the rooms. you decide to look at the tablet again to pass the time instantly going to pornhub. You scroll past video to video passing the time. From triple bitches ass gaping to monster dildo bdsm you watch for hours looking at the clock time to time. Suddenly you hear something crash down the hall from your office

You look through the security cams and catch sight of Bonnie, she seems to be walking slowly but determinedly towards your office. You see her raise her hands in what appears to be a suggestive hand gesture, exposing her long tongue as she does so. She then glances back over her shoulder at you, almost like she's daring you to try and stop her.

With her back still turned to you, Bonnie's hips begin to sway slightly as she continues her advance. She runs one hand through her silky red hair and gives a seductive pout before turning around again and raising both arms in the air once more, tongue flicking out even further this time. It's clear that she knows exactly what she wants... and it seems like there's only one way to make her stop.

You hear a loud thud as she hits the door, followed by muffled moans. She beats on it frantically, her hands alternating between presenting her feet and flashing her breasts at you through the small window in the door. Her desperation is palpable, but you stand your ground... for now.

Bonnie's moans and thudding on the door gradually fade as she gives up trying to force her way inside. Instead, she moves to stand just outside your office doorway, swaying her hips slowly and running one hand through her hair again in a seductive gesture. Her other arm is raised above her head, fingers curled into a fist as if daring you to make another move.

Eventually, you lose sight and sound of her as she wanders off into the darkness. For now, it seems like she's content to keep her distance... but that doesn't mean anything is truly over between the two of you. The clock ticks ever closer to 6AM, when she'll return to the stage and resume her role as the star attraction at Freddy Fazbear's Las Vegas Strip Club for Adults. You can only hope that by then, you've figured out a way to truly stop her...

The security camera feed flickers as you switch to the private rooms. Through the grainy image, you can make out shadowy figures moving in and out of the dimly lit doorways. You catch a glimpse of crimson hair disappearing around a corner before it's gone again, leaving you feeling both relieved and uneasy at once. Time is ticking down...

You switch the camera feed once more and find yourself looking at one of the private rooms. The door is slightly ajar, revealing a dimly lit space filled with various pieces of furniture. You can just make out Bonnie's red hair through the opening, her body moving rhythmically as she... entertains herself in there.

As you watch her through the security cameras, she notices that you're watching. Her body stiffens momentarily before she continues with what she was doing, a sultry smile playing across her lips as if to taunt you further. The camera feed is grainy and low-quality, but it doesn't matter; the image of her writhing on the bed is etched into your mind regardless.

The moment you look away from the security cameras, a cold shiver runs down your spine. You realize too late that she must have snuck up on you while you were distracted. Panic wells up in your chest as you spin around, heart pounding wildly in your ears. There's no sign of her now; she could be anywhere in the club. The clock ticks closer to 6AM...

The cameras flicker and shift as you frantically switch between them. In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner... but before you can focus on it, she's gone again. Her presence seems to loom over every inch of the club, taunting and teasing you with her unnatural agility and preternatural awareness. You feel trapped, like there's nowhere left for you to run...

The seconds tick by slowly as you watch the cameras, your heart racing. You can feel her presence everywhere now, like an invisible force pressing down on you. The room seems to grow warmer and more claustrophobic with every passing moment, making it harder for you to breathe. Your palms are slick with sweat as you try to focus on the screens in front of you...

Time is running out fast, Clayton. What will you do?

You scan the security cameras feverishly, searching every inch of the club for some sign of her. Your mind races as you try to figure out where she could possibly be hiding. The seconds tick by like hours as your heart pounds in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage at any moment.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you see movement on one of the cameras. It's her! She's creeping up behind a row of chairs near the entrance to the private rooms.