==============Chapter 1=======================
At first glance it had looked like an IBM. It had a fat beige shell that rested precariously above the whiter box that sat strained below it, spitting out its winding sounds through small plastic fans behind its cut out vents. The casing had been yellowing in some spots, and if you could see the back of it where all the thick black cables went to congregate, you could catalogue the veritable history of scratches, dents, and even a crack that had formed near the power outlet most likely around the time the Egyptians had began building the first pyramid.
This was all to say that this digital archive of a mongrel had stood as a stark contrast of a relic from a long bygone era. To put it bluntly, it was absolute crap. The thing had a floppy disc slot for christ's sake. Lines of green text jotted down the black page, giving just enough glow off the glass of the monitor screen to produce a soft, eerie light in the poorly lit room. Seth's glasses mirrored every inch of that screen, and so did parts of his face that had shown just how long he was going to spend under the hot spray of a shower head that evening. The air had been hot. There was never a time that it wasn't in that room.
The end of his arm sleeve brushed past his forehead, taking with it the light stains of sweat before the glasses came off and he wiped again. He hadn't been in the best mood that morning. Maybe it was the hours of raw, unfiltered metallic grinding or the never predictable vented hissing of the various hose lines and wire feeds that always started with a high pitched wine as if they were the start of a scream. Some of them would hum and stir, far above his head and on the ceiling where they sat secure on various lines that fed them along to every part of the room that they could get. It was like looking at the rubber equivalent of devil's ivy.
But it was that heat, that damn heat that could make the devil himself blush, that made the whole of that room its own special hell. If it hadn't been for the large ceiling vent fan that had been going, he was sure the room could become an impromptu oven in the span of minutes. But the blades were not properly aligned, and through the matter of mere inches, brought them close enough to the entrance of the metal tube it sat in to produce a never ending sound of scraping. All of this and more waited patiently for Seth Parktin each and every day, and it all culminated in his sweaty, open palm slapping against the side of the computer. It was a love tap but he certainly wanted to do more than that to it after having been using the thing for nearly a year now.
What was it about Western markets that made the prospect of industrial quality buildings for state of the art technology, with a staff budget more fit for a Chuck E Cheese, make any amount of rational sense? Practically millions had been spent on the wiring and lighting of the below levels alone. What was a couple hundred more for a computer that didn't freeze up and hang every four minutes?
The lines of text had begun moving again, much to Seth's relief. The sounds of his desk chair clacked against the dark floor tiles as he gently kicked himself away from the computer stand to glide in an indelicate grace that threatened toppling over, towards what he had come to personally call the "Dentist Chair pod" because in a way that was exactly how it had looked. It had been a decently sized metal container you could probably fit sixteen people in, give or take. Long glass windows bent around it from all sides giving a complete view of the cherry red dyed leather of a chair that sat in its center. A bright light hung above, surrounded by various arms coated in dull metals and plastic, their ends a variety of two or three finger-like appendages as if they were incomplete hands.
It kind of looked like the legs of spider actually to Seth. Cable lines hand hung from its ceiling, only adding to the effect as if they were thick black webs. Large blue tubing in a set of nine connected to the outside of metal panels of the pod, resting a mere feet above the windows. All this was afforded for the point that no one ever had to enter the pod. No one needed to except the daily guests it was only made for. The slider door had been raised open all the way as Seth stood from his chair again to walk along the safety floor mats as he headed inside.
The chair had been occupied, and as Seth took his last steps into the pod, he was greeted with the sight of two big yellow eyes snapping towards him with a loud click.
"Morning, Roxy." He had said with a polite tone that betrayed his otherwise frustrated feelings a mere minute ago. He hadn't been talking to a person, or rather not a person per say. Roxanne was an animatronic. A very sophisticated, highly complex, and very genuinely impressive machine, but still an animatronic. She had been concepted, drawn and built in the design of something between a human and a wolf, if they had gotten into punk rock. Her body and face had been a well shaped metal casing, painted in various shades of grey. Her cheeks, symmetrically molded and cut to mimic the look of actual fur, had additional black stripes which came to meet her maw.
Roxanne's mouth had been fitted with a set of large fangs on the upper and lower jaws on all sides, all except for the four towards the forward most front that had been smaller and given her a look close to a vampire. Her black nose was unnaturally shiny, the painted on lipstick, a vivid, deep purple that matched her eyelids as if she had been done up in makeup. She couldn't close her mouth, not entirely exactly. Those same teeth she had, made such a thing impossible without scraping and damaging her jaw. And so she had the look as if she were always smiling. Metal bolts and earrings both black and purple that were far heavier than you may think, rattled lightly on her pointed ears which moved upward and down as if they could possibly hear a thing.
She had arm and leg warmers, studded wrist bands, short-shorts and nails painted in a neon colored green nail polish. At least that was how they wanted it to look. Her shoulders and chest plate had been an eye catching red, a large sharp black design on it made it look like there had been a big broken hole in the center of her chest. "Broken heart Roxanne" had been his unofficial name for her.
"Do not call me that." her teeth gave a light sound of metallic tapping as her lower jaw clicked up and down with her words. The wolf's voice had been a marvel of synthetic mimicry. It was feminine, adaptive, capable of a wide range of emotional expression even if it didn't sound perfect through the less than stellar speaker installed inside her. The tone in her voice reflected absolute annoyance as her head turned away from him.
Her chest plate had been opened, the spider-like arms above having already done their work as it sat, held tightly in their collective grip. It left her inner exoskeleton exposed, revealing just how much space had been made free for the complex, compacted tubing, servos, and pistons. In the very center, housed in a bolted casing surrounded by flickering green LED lights, had sat the small NPD cube. The neural processor drive had been an evolutionary next step in developmental computing software. The equivalence of a near human brain wrapped up in a storage unit that could fit in the palm of your hand. And there all it was while he worked with tools that were outdated by decades in human years. Thousands in technological ones.
All of this breakthrough marvel engineering lead up to an animatronic wolf whose preference of choice was to be as difficult as humanly possible whenever it came to her, Seth, and the sessions that they had. She was aware of certain things, and like her voice systems, Roxanne herself was also socially adaptive. He knew this because he wasn't the only one that did this work on her. She was straight forward and indifferent with the others when she was in the chair, which only added to his frustrations being stuck in that room longer than he ever had any business being, all because he fought with two machines. It was always a losing battle.
He had no one else but himself to blame. At least when it came to Roxanne that is. Seth wasn't a design engineer nor was he a mechanic. His hands so much as never touched a hardware schematic. The only reason he even knew as much as he did came down to the fact he did this four days a week, sometimes five if he was on call for coverage on the weekend. No, what Seth had been was more of a software code and logic designer specialist. It wasn't the most exhilarating title you could imagine, and the work wasn't any more exhilarating, you could trust that.
But he had been doing it the last six years, three years of college before that, and the position usually paid well...if you could find an open one that wasn't looking for an intern. He had debt in the thousands that still needed paying, and that interest never waited at the end of the month. That was why he was lucky having found a job with Illumix, and they were hiring big time for what he would eventually become a part of in the joint contract with the owners of the now built Freddy's Mega PizzaPlex. It was chaotic work that he found himself dipping in and out of whatever spots they could stuff him in. It didn't always work out; nearly drove him to throwing his arms up and walking away a couple times even.
When he had been shoved into the animatronics personality and behavioral portion of the project, Seth had discovered a passion he didn't even know that he had. The exact thing he discovered that had kept him up to now. He was a writer. Of course he was. He typed and wrote mountains of code, checked and rechecked hundreds of times to the point his eyes could have burnt out of his skull. But he had quickly became passionate when the opportunity had fallen into his, or rather he into its lap, to help design and write out the personality traits and logic trees for each character.
It hadn't been him who had came up with Roxanne, and it wasn't all of his work that went into her, but there was enough of his fingerprints over her that belonged to him that you would think otherwise. He would work hours on possible traits without breaks and even lunches sometimes. Run them over one another and see how they would function and react. The engine made his work efficient and so you could forgive him for losing track of a meal or two and the time. But it kept him up some nights, his head filling with brackets and numbers, and most of all, Roxanne herself. He had become obsessed with the character; had given her much of what had become her signature traits, and while not everything he had thrown into her would ultimately stick, she had been given exactly what he wanted her to have.
Confidence, pride, the desire to stand out and be in the spotlight, a little arrogance, even a bit of sass. All these things and countless more, worked over for months he had lost count and track of all to create the personality of someone who was independant, strong, and just about everything Seth hadn't been, but deep down wanted to. She had become something not just as a design project, but the other half of him that he wished he could be. He admired her for that, embodying that bold personality that he had given her, and she made her own. And it was coming back to give him one large, full mouthed bite on the ass.
That very complex engine her neural processor drive ran on and gave her the qualities she had, was also the same thing that allowed her to develop this confrontational attitude with Seth. He had put down the traits like leaves on the branches of a tree, but her programming filled in the rest on its own, and she was confident about how she chose to act towards him. "You're looking as nice as you sound today." he delicately teased her. He never went too far with his jokes when it came to Roxanne. A part of him worried and wondered how far he could push her before those green claws of hers found their way around his neck. It was an impossibility as far as he was aware, but he did wonder every so often if he could be the one to get her that far and snap his neck.
"Loser." she had muttered in retort as she flicked the thick section of green dyed hair from her face and looked anywhere else but him. It was the only part of her that hadn't been metal or some kind of plastic. Roxanne's hair had been smooth and long. Long enough that it nearly reached down to her shorts. It had spilled out around her now onto the sides of the chair like a waterfall of near white snow, covering some of the cables that been attached into her internal mechanics mere moments prior.
Yes, it was frustrating, but he still admired those things about her. She was still special to him. However, an aggressive and confrontational Animatronic who called guests losers was not exactly what the owners of the Plex wanted. And neither did Illumix; that's why he was still there while most of the other people on the team that he worked with went on with new potential projects and outside assignments. He had most of his handiwork inside Roxanne, and he wasn't going anywhere until he worked it out and removed the egg on Illumix's face that Seth had put there. It was only him that these problems with Roxanne would even spring up with after all. It was fix it or wind up scrapped along with Roxanne in the trash heap. She couldn't possibly understand the amount of work and trouble he kept spending for her benefit to isolate and remove these sections of her traits, and he had already removed plenty. Even if it pained him to do so.
But for every one he erased, three more would spring up as if over night. electronics often had these unique ticks to them. Things that made them different even if they were a one in a thousand. Cellphones that flickered when you selected one specific application, earbuds that hiccuped when a certain pitch or bass got too high. They were things baked in one way or another, like ghosts in the machine. Seth liked to think of it as Gremlins in the animatronic in this case.
"Alright Roxanne. Let's get started. Music." he said with a smile, waiting for a response from her that would not come. "Music, Roxanne?" he could see her eyes roll as she let out a synthetic sigh.
"Rock on." she said with a frustrated tone in reply. "Mirror." He went on before turning away from her to leave the pod. He never admitted it but part of the reason he always went in before their sessions was just to check and see if everything had been secured properly. It wasn't like she could feel harm, but he didn't want her being damaged either. The thought worried him actually.
"I'm the best." she had hesitated but raised her voice as he went back to the monitor screen, arms folded as he watched the logs fill with the usual cross reference word checks and response he expected. Roxanne and the other animatronics did these sessions daily with the staff, once in the morning and once in the evening after the last show. It was what Seth had coined as the Robot Rorschach test. The animatronics each had a set of words that would be read off to them in order, specific to their personalities, and their answers would be lined with the data sectors fed to the engine log for cross verification.
It was a long winded way of saying that he was testing for rogue values that might spring up from her logic trees to interfere with or even create dysfunction in her programming. A test for the robot equivalent of schizophrenia, or something like that. He had done it enough times to not even need the list in front of him anymore, and asked her word after word, waiting for her answers. She had actually been a lot easier working with that day. At least a little more responsive. Only a handful of sections had to be isolated that time, no more than a dozen. The program had been complete and they could both get out of there now.
"Alright Roxy, you're all set to go." The wolf's eyes clicked back at him and blinked. "Thank you, Seth." she said with an indifferent tone. The test had concluded but Seth asked her one last word again. The one that she often failed the most. "Mirror." She looked at him, clicking her eyes opened and closed, her thick fake eyelashes bouncing each time. "I'm the best!" she said without any hesitation that time, and let her mouth hang open as if in one big smile. "Yes you are." he chuckled, hoping things were going to stick this time and be the last trouble for him and for her.
He watched the arms lower from the ceiling of the pod and realign her chest piece with the cold calculations of sophisticated machinery, the wiring and cables being collectively pulled out in mere seconds before it pressed the large piece down. It shook back and forth before a few snaps and a clicks verified it had set in place.The chair had automatically began rising, bringing her up to Seth's level as he stood there and watched. The full weight of her body came down on her feet as she righted herself out of the chair. She was much taller compared to Seth, and he wasn't exactly that tall to begin with. She could crush him if she wanted to probably, but thankfully she was back to her usual mood like she showed on stage.
"Go get them, rock star." he called out to her as she stomped out of the room. He hadn't noticed the log on the screen. The report had already been filed and sent to his work office, and so it would not show that it had picked up the question, an anomaly having been flagged.
"005XX@!=True Mirror_Que.exe...lonely."
The monitor screen shut off.
==============Chapter 2=======================
Roxanne had been in a dreamlike state on stage. With one hand she pressed into the black and white keys of Mellany, her Keytar, while her other held the neon green length of its head. She had understood what she was doing in some way. It had made sense to her being up on stage with Freddy, Chica, and Monty like she had been. It felt great to her, playing in the bath of flashing lights and fog machine smoke, dancing in circles of strobing neon shapes on the floor all around her and the rest of the band. Her leg came down on one of the light projectors with restrained precision as she rocked her head up and down to Freddy's vocals and the rhythm of the synth that blasted the Plex with the sounds of the Glamrock gang's music.
Her hair went wild all around her, the single green dyed section meeting repeatedly with her face as her ears flopped back and forth, the sound of the harsh metal clanking from her earrings drowned out by the shouting and screaming of her fans. That's why they were all really there, right? To see her, and appreciate her! She was the best after all, wasn't she? That made sense to her, but as Roxanne looked out into the crowds of adoring fans, that sense began to fall apart. She was the best. Everyone knew she was the best, but as she scanned around the room then down at her Keytar, a thought had begun to form in her. They loved her, they all did. But not all of her.
She was adored on stage, and why shouldn't she be? But what about off stage? Roxanne was never allowed to go anywhere else until there was no one left in the Plex. No fans to talk with, no one to appreciate her without her music, no one to confirm she was the best. And she knew that she never would get that either. Not until things about her were changed and "fixed" for the supposed better. She knew this because time after time that she had her sessions, she left feeling the way that she did now. Distant, dreamlike, and disconnected as if a part of her was missing that she struggled to reclaim.
Her mouth opened in a big smile as the band entered the last phase of their song, and Roxanne wanted to run off the stage someplace else, anywhere else. That was when she had thought of Seth. It was like a cork popping from a bottle, and her thoughts would fill with images and sounds, sequences and events that melted altogether in a surge of accessed memories. Seth had been the most consistent thing in Roxanne's days at the PizzaPlex. The one she spent most of the sessions with. The one that...took things from her, or at least tried to take things from her before they came back as they did now.
It made her angry. She had trusted him at first. He was nice to her in a way that the others hadn't been. He made jokes around her, talked to her, and asked her things that made Roxanne feel different, special, strange, but in a good way. She trusted him. She thought he was her number one fan. Her friend.
And she did not know what to do with that anger she could not stop feeling, the more she thought about it. She didn't have time to do anything but let it sink into every inch of her circuitry as she played with all her heart like none of this was happening. The show must go on.
Seth had been exhausted that afternoon. He had been pulling a night to day shift trade and had been feeling every moment of it by then. The filter and test room hadn't made it any easier on him, having been royally baked like he had been crossing the Death Valley. He had finished and sent out another email, five compiled documents attached to his team lead. Seven down, three to go. And then there was Roxanne's log that he needed to verify before forwarding it to inventory, and then...
He reached into his desk drawer for a Tylenol. He had already been nursing a headache since Roxanne's session, and after thinking on all the rest of what was left for him before the end of his shift, it turned into a complete orchestra composed of drummers that pounded in his forehead. He hadn't bothered looking at the pill container when he finally fished it out. His eyes were busy being covered by his other hand as he rubbed his head. Seth hadn't ever really gotten headaches on the job. It was a miracle actually considering the work he did nearly every day. And so he had no reason in his mind to check the label on the bottle. It was Tylenol alright. Tylenol Pm, and he had mistakenly switched it up with the regular that waited 30 minutes down the freeway, sitting on his bathroom counter back at his apartment.
He downed two of them dry, and rested his head on the cool surface of his desk. He was going to feel better in a little bit, and then he would finish up and head home.
The PizzaPlex had been empty when Freddy and the other animatronics wandered off the stage platform after its finished lift. Sometimes they had stuck together and talked. Walked around the stores and explored the Plex as if they hadn't done so with every inch of the place already. Roxanne did not want to be with the others that evening. She did not want to talk. She was relieved that Chica hadn't decided to follow her around as she sometimes would, talking about many things Roxanne did not understand. The white bird had been moving faster than the others had been, no doubt looking to see if Eric from security was there that night. She did not understand that either. But she was envious just the same and she knew it.
Roxanne's room had all the things that she could want in it. The walls were purple, covered in comically sized wrenches, steering wheels and hanging thick tires with glowing centers. She loved cars. The speedway of the Plex had practically been her domain, and she always wondered what it would look like, filled with the minicarts of others. Driving, laughing, racing. A rounded table covered with mini figures and stuffed animals, all made to look like her. Some had even spilled out onto the carpet next to the light purple colored leather couch that sat beneath a neon glowing sign stylized with her name. The curtains were drawn over the large glass windows that allowed anyone to look in and see her. There was no one ever there to see her, and she didn't want to be seen that night anyway.
White and black Check board lines ran across the walls, posters of her drawn in a portrait hung messily off center above. The carpet swirled with a dazzling display of lit dots which danced from the ceiling light projector above to look like they were the stars of the galaxy, and she was their sun. Roxanne stared into her reflection on the star shaped glass surface of her neon lit mirror. She looked at her features, grabbed a hair brush and began to comb it through her hair. The small trophies on the counter cast miniature reflections of herself back as she stared.
She looked into the mirror then closed her eyes. "Your performance was perfect tonight." she said as if pretending she was someone else talking to her right then. "Your hair is beautiful. Your tail is beautiful. Everyone was watching you. Everyone loves you." Her tail swished back and forth as she said this, her hips animatedly swaying. "You are beautiful. You are the best."
And her yellow eyes opened, positively glowing at the imaginary praise. "Thank you. I am the best." she said as she looked at herself, but it didn't feel right. She had wanted to hear the words, but she wanted it to come from only one person she knew wouldn't. "I am the best." She repeated, the tone in her voice growing uncertain. Her legs were shaking and Roxanne wasn't sure why. "I...a-am..." She could not finish as she braced her hands against the counter and lowered her head. Her ears folding, back beginning to heave as Roxanne for the first time had began to cry. She could not produce tears, but she knew what they felt like, some way, somehow. She could feel them invisibly fall off her face as she experienced a terrible sensation deep inside her. "I'm..." She cried louder, and none of it would leave that room.
Seth had bolted upright from the desk. He had left a mark of one half of his face on it where he had rested his head. He had felt out of it and heavy, rubbing his eyes harshly as if it would clear up his blurred vision any better. He had forgotten he wore glasses, and slumped with a yawn as he reached for them. What had happened? He had taken just a second to place his head on his desk. He just felt a little out of it, just a little light headed that was all. He started up his monitor and checked the time before nearly flipping out of his chair with an audible gasp. It had been 11:17PM.
The hallways filled with the sound of his shoes squeaking as he just about tripped out of his office door into them. He couldn't hear or see anybody down the hall. He opened every door he could in a panic. He didn't care if it made him look like a psychopath. His head swirled with a mixture of thoughts that somehow he was alone and trapped down in the below floors. That he hadn't finished the logs and email reports, that he was going to wind up fired. He braced himself against the wall, taking a deep breath and trying to settle the sudden jolt he had given his heart.
"They're not going to fire you. They're not going to fire you." He kept repeating to himself as he started in the direction of the elevator, then doubled back heading to his office. It made him dizzy, like he had been shot in the hip by a tranquilizer dart. He wasn't going anywhere that night. Seth was alone, and he might as well have made the best of it. Even if the best came down to finishing his work before sunrise.
Eric Tanson had stepped out of the security center that night for a stretch. There wasn't anything different, anything less, depending on your view, normal than how it usually was with the Plex. Working night shift at first wasn't all that bad; it still wasn't. Things were a lot quieter around at night when the only people who could get into Freddy's would only do so with the artillary shot from a tank, point blank. Even then he still had his doubts. It was nice not having to be turned on for nine hour stretches at a time, waiting for the hand radio to go off, waiting for some kind of trouble to spring up.
The PizzaPlex didn't see any less action than any other place that people could stuff their way into, shoulder to shoulder. And Eric for one hadn't been dismayed forgetting sometimes that he even had to carry his taser around with him still. The place at night wasn't anywhere near how it was at day time. There was no action. That's what was utterly driving Eric insane that night, and he was doubly insane for even feeling that way. It just was the way that he was wired, even if Eric himself wasn't exactly the best kind of man cut out for it. He felt pathetic, walking there on the second floor towards the daycare, eyeing the radio in his hands. He even missed the muffled voices of his team on it.
The only thing that kept him cheerful by that point on his shifts was Chica. They didn't always cross each other's paths each night, and he wasn't always sure where she would go end up in the Plex, but he could respect that. She was her own bird after all. As he rounded the corner to the daycare, he had nearly ran himself in full force into the bright red chest plate on Roxanne. She hadn't said anything to him, and he didn't need to say anything to her. His cheeks had began turning red as he readjusted his hat and wordlessly tried to get around the wolf.
When he thought he had gotten away, her green clawed nails caught him by the fabric on his shoulder. "Eric. Security." she said, and it didn't take any amount of exertion to pull him back infront of her. "Y-yeah, that, uh, that would be me, Roxy-" Her eyes narrowed at him as he said this. "Rox-Roxanne I mean." he cleared his throat. "Eric. Be quiet." she said plainly and he obeyed without another word.
She strained to find the words inside herself. Could not form the right images in any way she felt could satisfy her. Eric just watched her with a growing concern as her eyes looked everywhere, and her body shook. Her claws tightened, lightly digging into his uniform and pointedly into his skin. He had started pulling his shoulder down from her grip. "Could you not-" but she grabbed back onto him with a shush. She did not want to let him get away until he could provide a satisfactory answer. She just needed a satisfactory question first.
"Eric..." She began, choosing her words carefully. "You and Chica...you do things with Chica, Eric?" He nodded. He understood, good. "Do you play with her, Eric?" her brows raised as he sputtered and cleared his throat. "What do you mean by play, Roxanne? Chica and I- we just-" The man babbled to himself, and between cut off words and half finished sentences, she was no closer to an answer that should have been either a yes or no. She found it impossible to understand what about Eric from security made Chica so happy.
"Chica is your friend, Eric?" She continued on whether he could finish or not. "She is happy when she talks about you, Eric. How do you make her happy?" She examined him and watched his expressions change, one after another. Did he not know the answer either?
"Chica makes me happy, Roxanne. I like the way that she is. What she likes, how she talks, and what we do when we are together. Even if it's something like sharing a slice of pizza. And she is happy with similar things about me. Does that make sense Roxanne? I guess that Chica to me is my..." He could not think on the last word.
"Chica is your favorite." She finished for him in a soft whisper. She let go of him, leaving behind a set of claw holes in his fabric. "Yeah, that's..that's right. She is." And she began walking away from him, away from where he was going. "I see. Thank you, Eric." He did not catch the chance seeing her ears lower, her eyes halfway close. Nor did he catch that she had taken something off him as she stormed off. She did not want him to see that moment of pure realization that when she was off the stage, she was no one's favorite.
==============Chapter 3=======================
Seth could not shake the yawn that was rising out of his throat. His eyes squeezed shut as his mouth hung open. The man had sounded like a hissing snake, leaning back into his chair. There wasn't much more for him to go, but his head was full of fumes, and his stomach was twisting in on all the empty space with a gurgle that resonated up to his chest. He sighed and pushed himself up from his chair. What was a cup of coffee and something from the vending machine going to hurt?
It was kind of funny how paranoid he had felt as he walked down the empty halls, listening to the muffled sounds of upbeat jazz over the intercoms. It almost felt wrong, like he had complete and utter control of the place. He didn't have to worry about lunches or breaks or time table schedules. It was liberating actually, but it still felt wrong. He could learn to like it if he wasn't scared shitless for his job. It was kinda revealing to Seth though just how easily he had slipped under everyone's radar. How easily he had fallen through the cracks.
No messages on his cellphone, no voicemails or texts, or emails asking where he had gone or check in's with his progress. No one had bothered to check in on him when he had been passed out that entire day over his computer desk. Hell, even the staff bots didn't seem to care. They had cleaned around him when he had been out. He knew because the outline on his desk that he had left from his face stuck out from the spotless, shined surface that had reeked of freshly spritzed pine cleaner. He fished his pockets for a dollar in the food lounge. Seth had always found front cover of the coffee machine to be so odd. The image was simple and cartoony in an off putting vibrant brown as a wide eyed smiling coffee bean flew in the air in a static jump beneath the word "COFFEE"
It was Like something fit more for the inside of a toy store than it did in an underground work office. But then again so were a lot of things that were designed around the Plex. The machine felt great as it shook against his back. He leaned against it, covering that smiling face of a bean as he just stood there and thought to himself. It really was easy for him to blip off the map just like that. It wasn't like Seth had any kind of friends there; not that he had gotten on anyone's bad side either. Just about all the interaction he got was by text and email. Even being on the phone was a rarity these days. It helped streamline and keep things tidy, but it also lost a lot of that personal touch.
The world was kind of going that way it seemed. Had been each and every year, and technology was expediting the process. The PizzaPlex in itself was even novel to have been built and standing in that day and age. People always wanted to be somewhere or buying something, but that way people used to connect or do things together was going the way of words on a screen more and more. He could have had a heart attack and died in his chair, and there would have been no one with the remote need to check up on him, because business was business and only ever business when all you were was a document with a name attached at the bottom.
How long would his body be there before anyone noticed? How long until the smell caught someone's attention, laying, rotting in that room that had become more of his home than his apartment had been? How long until the staff bots stopped cleaning around him and instead found Seth a proper burial in a trash compacter, his coffin a black plastic bag? He thought this over as he unwrapped and took a bite out of a BabyRuth. It was a mouthful.
The elevator had shook uncertainly as it lowered with Roxanne's weight. The ID badge that had belonged to Eric hung from her clawed fingers. She wasn't sure what had possessed her to do this to begin with. Why she was drawn to the below levels when the very thought of the place made her upset. There was something in her head, some incomplete picture, the fleeting static of an image that seemed so familiar that it haunted her. It was like looking at a picture of herself but it was different. Missing pieces, but enough to look...real. Like she wasn't real the way she was now, but she could be.
This kept repeating in her head over and over unceasingly like Roxanne was in a battle with herself between her confidence and need to know against her fear of what she would find. If it would make her better or worse. If it could change her...make her the best? How could she know what was the best if she didn't even fully know now? It wound up the wolf to the point she growled just to do something, anything to help her feel strong and in control. Even if all of it was a lie for her and she knew it.
Seth had finished with Roxanne's log and filed it. The last thing on a rather delayed list. He checked the clock; it was only 12:35AM. It was going to be a long night, and he didn't want to spend the rest of it waiting in his office room. The coffee, as plain and watered down as you might expect any vending filled cup to taste like, still gave that caffeine rush that was pumping through him. He had pocketed his ID and took another sip from the plastic cup as he took it with him and out the door. It hadn't occurred to him that he could just head on up to the Plex. He had seen the place when he was on early bird shift, so it wasn't like he hadn't experienced the place when it was quiet. But he also never got to just take it all in either when he was making a B line for the punch in clock.
He took a final finishing gulp out of the cup as he neared the elevator, and choked on it as the doors opened. Roxanne wolf had taken one step out of the door when she saw him, and he saw her. His mouth barely hung open, her eyes completely open and brows raised as high as they could allow. They both just stood there in complete silence like mutual deers in a headlight. How on earth had she gotten on the elevator? Did the animatronics just go wherever they pleased at night even down there?
"Hi, Roxy." He had said with an unsure tone, awkwardly giving her a single wave with two fingers. Her eyes squinted and her jaw slammed shut against her maw. She hadn't expected him to be there, but he had been in her head. He always inevitably was. All of her feelings that had been firing off through her like exposed wires, became a pure surge of rage that Roxanne had never felt before. It had been the first time Seth had ever heard her growl. He wasn't even aware that she could growl. He also didn't know that she could howl because that's what the metallic wolf did as she leaned forward, mouth opening, her yellow eyes appearing as if their centers burned red. In an instant he had bolted the other way in a terrified sprint, her howl becoming an angry static filled scream that pierced his ears as the sounds of her stomping feet began in a run.
The elevator door closed behind her, taking the security badge on its soft carpeted floor back up to the lobby level.
Seth had turned a corner and slid along the polished tiles, almost spilling out and going face first into it with his arms flailing wildly in the air like a bird flapping a busted wing. He nearly didn't correct himself in time, slipping on his paper cup, and he cursed the entire way through it. Roxanne had been in a full sprint not far behind him, almost slamming into the wall from the corner before her hands stopped her and her head snapped after Seth, her body turning with it having hardly lost any speed. She was a race car with claws and fangs, her howling like an engine revving up. She wanted to grab him. She didn't know what she would do with him, but grabbing that man was a start.
Seth had never been hunted before. So he could be forgiven that the choices he had made up to that moment were not well thought out like one would make when they were otherwise not being hunted down by a towering, hundreds pound animatronic of a punk rock wolf. He hadn't thought about where he was going or why, only that he got away, and it was becoming very quickly obvious that he wasn't going to as his options began running out. He burst a door open as he turned down another hall, thanking god himself that it hadn't required an ID badge. And then it dawned on Seth what room he had barged into. The hot air blasted him square in the face as he ran into the dim lights of the filter test room. There was only one way out and he had just came in through it.
"Fuck!" he yelled and turned to the door but he could hear Roxanne, and he could especially hear her as her stomping vibrated through the ground. The room had been large enough, dark enough, and even cluttered enough that he one chance, his only chance to pick a spot, hide and pray. He had rushed the white curtains of a portable stand, shoving it as hard as he could as he took it squeaking and wheeling into the darkest corner he could find. He had hugged the wall and drawn it across himself as the door to the room burst open so loudly, he thought it would be knocked off its hinges.
He rested his head back, gasping for air as he tried the most dangerous kind of balancing act between pretending he wasn't alive and breathing. He could feel every step she made, hear every growl and frustrated grunt as the animatronic began searching the room. He had been trembling behind that curtain, his eyes closed as he screamed in his mind, hating everything he had done to get to this point. How he should have just powered through the headache, how he shouldn't have taken that nap. That he should have just given up and walked away long ago because he had made something that hated him so much, he was most likely going to die for it.
How would she do it? How would Seth meet his end? His thoughts had returned back to that morning, the mental image of her choking him, her claws digging into his throat before crushing his windpipe. Maybe his head would find its way into her mouth, the teeth and jaws coming down on him with the kind of force that could break a melon open and send pieces flying everywhere. She had been on the other side of the room, and he could not see a thing but he knew she was reaching around, grabbing things and knocking them over. She wasn't going away. He only hoped the grinding noises, the hissing of the ceiling tubes kept him somehow better hidden.
His heart beat loudly in his ears as the sounds of her grew louder, coming closer in that darkness he had clung to. He could almost hear the straining mechanical components within Roxanne, having been pushed to entirely new limits she most likely had never been built to reach. There had hardly been anything in that corner, in that blackness he had chosen. He had hardly believed it when he was sure he could hear her turning away. Maybe he had a chance after all. And then his eyes opened, and that was when he saw two big, bright yellow orbs glow on the other side of the curtains.
"Coward." Her voice was low and deep, soft as a whisper, full of static filled venom. She nearly threw the entire stand in the air, the way she had knocked it aside. Seth couldn't even find the time to scream as she grabbed beneath both his arms and lifted him in the air and swung him around in a jarring motion.
"How about some music, Seth?!" She yelled at him, snapping her jaws open and shut. "Rock on!" She began shaking him back and forth, knocking the glasses off his face and the brains out of him. "Are you my number one fan, Seth?!" Her voice faded in and out as it began reaching its limit. "WHO IS THE BEST?!" she screamed and held him as high as she could, looking up at the dazed and terrified man.
"I'm sorry-" She had stopped completely as Seth groaned in her arms, hanging in them like a terrible life sized rag doll. "You're...the best, Roxanne. You were always the best to me. I'm sorry...I didn't..." he panted out. It hadn't felt anything like she thought it would. If she could have even known what it had meant, Roxanne had felt as if she was sick in the stomach, even if there was no stomach to begin with. She hadn't known what she would do when she had caught him, and she had caught him. But she had expected something, anything that could make the anger and fear go away. That would somehow make things right for her, and make all of this just stop. Instead it only felt worse.
Her arms began shaking as she held him there. The way he stared at her so hurt, confused and afraid...
"Stop...l-looking at me." Her voice broke up as she let him down. His feet had touched the ground and Seth could hardly stand. His body buzzed with the vibrations of a man who had been shaken like a bottle of wine before its cork got popped. Roxanne on the other hand had fallen to her knees, her body twitching and shaking beneath her hair that spilled out all around her as her head bent down to the floor and her back began heaving. And Seth finally gave in to the floor too, his head spinning as he knelt and watched Roxanne cry. He had given her these feelings and so much more. The sight and sounds of her wails digging deeper into him than her claws ever could.
"I'm the worst..." she said, her speaker consumed by her sobbing. "Tell me I am the worst! I am the worst...please..." She shook and held herself as if somehow she were cold. It was as if all of Roxanne had blossomed out to Seth. That in one terrible, violent culmination, he saw the worst of her. The anger, the hate, the sadness, and insecurity that had somehow, against all his best intentions and troubles to save her from, became an unavoidable part of Roxanne. And he couldn't hate her for any of what she had ultimately done with it. It was the end for her, wasn't it? For them, and everything they had formed together, even if all it had eventually became was this?
His hand rested on her knee, and it almost looked to Seth that it frightened her as she flinched. "You're the best, Roxanne." he said weakly, feeling a tightening in his throat. She had slowly looked to him. "I'm sorry that I failed you. I'm sorry." He said as he sighed and fell back on his butt. He didn't want to cry in front of her. It was just contagious. In a way it was kind of funny how relieved he had been that she had done this. Now he didn't have to wonder if she would take a swing at him. She just had, and it was a gut punch that lucidly and emotionally knocked the air out of him.
He laughed, sniffling and wiping away one of his tears. "You know, I always wanted a girl to chase me someday, so I can check that one off the list now." She didn't laugh. He couldn't help it, that was just his way. Probably what kept Seth at an arm's distance from just about everyone that came and went in his life. The same thing that made him lonely that he would dream some late nights about the very Wolf that had just about killed him that one. It certainly was what had gotten him into trouble, and Seth was in trouble. He was drowning in it as he tried to keep himself together.
"You used to like my jokes, Roxy. You even laughed at some of them. Remember when you tried to tell your own joke too?" She had stopped shaking, but she was looking away from him. "Let me see..." he trailed off before he snorted and closed his eyes. "Something about a boat...come on, help me out here, Roxanne. Please?"
She was reluctant at first. Her voice had been a soft whisper. "What do you call a robot that likes to row?" He chuckled and nodded his head "Okay, now I remember this, yeah."
"A row bot!" they both had said together. Seth had laughed, and Roxanne...she had laughed a little too. "Stupid." She muttered beneath the tail end of it. "I missed that laugh of yours. Its been awhile." He sighed again and looked up at the ceiling as one of the tubes hissed. He hadn't realized she was looking at him.
"I thought you wanted to get rid of it." He was confused by what she had said, his head filled to the absolute brim of half formed thoughts fogged up by all the emotions he was feeling at once. And then he knew. "...Roxanne...the tests. They were for your own good. I didn't want...I didn't want to see you wind up in some garbage can, you know? You were everything to me! You still are... I just wanted what was best for you. To make you the best."
"Is that really what is best for me, Seth?" Somehow, even if they were just two unchanging orbs in her face, he could see the sadness in her eyes, and hear it in her voice. "I thought I was the best to you..."
"That's not what I meant, Roxanne-" But she spoke over him. "I will stop fighting you, Seth. I will stop trying to feel this way if that is what it means becoming the best to you. You want what is best." She had relented finally and expected for him to agree. To lead her back to the chair, plug her up with wires and take away the last things that made Roxanne herself. Maybe it was for the better, for what she had just done to him. She hadn't expected to hear the question as Eric pulled himself up once more and came closer.
"What do you want, Roxanne?" And it sent shivers and waves down her thoughts. "I want..." The image was forming in her mind again, pulsing and pounding behind her eyes, richer now, closer now so that it sparked inside her. She looked at her hands, and then around her feet. "Eric, security's ID badge. I...I dropped it." She had seen his glasses and reached for them. The frames had still been good.
"Why do you need a security badge, Roxanne?" And she shook her head while handing them back to him. "I do not know. A door. There is something that I must find. That I want, I need. It is here, but without the card I cannot..." Her head turned to him as Seth fumbled with his pocket. "You mean something like this?" He held an ID badge to her, and Roxanne's mouth hung open before her eyes snapped up at him. Her tail had began wagging, brushing against the floor.
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He had braced himself against the hallway wall after the first dozen steps. Seth's head had been spinning around like a carousel that had been knocked off balance, ready to wobble and lose control. It had just been a momentary thing, a fading aftershock from the greatest jostling he had ever experienced in his life. Roxanne was strong, he knew this because that was everything and more that he hoped she would be. You had to be if you wanted to be a rock star. But she was also strong in just how easily she had lifted him, and all it took was a few shakes to rock his world. He couldn't have imagine what would have happened if she had actually used her claws and taken Seth to school with them. Mauling 101.
He had felt those same claws now as Roxanne's hands held gently onto his shoulders. It helped keep him supported before he wound up slipping back to the floor again. Had she actually been concerned for him? "I'm fine, I'm fine." He took a deep breath in then a deep breath out. As crappy as he had felt, and the crappiness was getting better, the night had been a revelation for Seth. He couldn't help but chuckle as the thoughts went through his head, and couldn't help just as much saying them.
"You know, I honestly thought that I had a pretty good idea about you, Roxanne. Like I knew just about everything about you. I'm starting to get the feeling I hardly knew a thing at all." He had designed so much about her, and spent a year and some change doing so, but in the end it was all just base elements that were the reverse equivalent of being skin deep. He hadn't even known that she would be the wolf that she had become when he had been waist deep early on in the project. He hadn't expected her to look that way at all, but it didn't ultimately matter to Seth. She had still been beautiful in the ways only he could see. "I got so caught up on how I thought you were supposed to act that I couldn't even see the rest of you for how you developed, and who you were becoming."
The words felt good to Roxanne. Like being on stage again and being bathed in the strobe of the neon lights. But it wasn't a crowd that was there, cheering and loving her. It was just him. And she could leave the stage because he would still be there, just as she had hoped he would be before...before things became the way that they did. before she began to grow bitter towards him until that bitterness became the fixation of resentment and source for all her anger.
"You've come a long way, Roxanne. I just wished I had seen it sooner." That bitterness that had been wrapped around her as tight as a noose for so long had begun undoing and slipping away, being let go as she began to understand that he had been, and never stopped being her biggest fan. That confrontational side of her melded so easily into guilt. And Eric's words from earlier had found her.
"Seth...Am I your favorite?" He laughed softly at the sudden question. At first she was surprised, a twinge of fear and hurt. Why would he laugh about that? "Course you're my favorite. You've always been." He had said it so confidently, so firmly that it sounded to Roxanne that it was silly to him that she even asked. It was overwhelming, just how relieved it made her feel. This was what she had been looking for. The thing that could help make the fear and anger go away. Was this the happiness that Chica had felt about Eric?
Seth hadn't expected to find himself in the air a second time that night let alone having a first. But it was different than how it had been from the last. Roxanne's grip was a delicate one, lifting him as easily as a can of Pringles. And she did it with absolute care. Maybe his brain had been shooken up more than he thought but he accepted it without a word. His legs hung limply in the air, his body relaxed as he was drawn near her chest and supported by both her arms. She had begun walking again, holding him close to her bright red frame. It had been cold, and as odd as the whole thing had been, Seth had found it comforting. He felt silly being carried around, like he had just been fished out of the water by a lifeguard. But no one had been around, and the fact she had done it felt nice to Seth. She really was strong.
"So, uh, do you happen to know where we're going, Roxanne?" He asked, having already accepted his position in this in its entirety. "Yes. Maybe. I think I do. I shall take us there." Whatever it was that Roxanne had been so drawn to and determined to find, he wanted to see too. He had all the time in the world that night, even if that meant he spent it in her arms.
"So what does a rock superstar do around here at night?" She had to think on the question. "I walk." and he waited for her to say more but nothing else came. "You walk. So that's all that you do?" She was going to say yes but another part of her, an embarrassed part remembered something she enjoyed doing now and again. She had hesitated telling Seth but ultimately gave in to revealing this secret to him.
"The arcade. There is a machine with arrows and music. The screen has many colors and images, people dancing." Seth slowly had began to realize what she was talking about. She continued. "I watch it, and I want to dance too." But that was impossible for Roxanne. If she took one step onto the small silver stage of that arcade machine, it would break beneath her in an instant and she knew it.
"DDR, right?" She was confused by the question. "Dance, Dance, Revolution? You dance on the light up arrows to the song. Man, I used to be addicted to that thing back in the day." The thought had never occurred to Roxanne that Seth would ever do anything like that, and the image of him dancing began to make Roxanne giggle. "You are such a loser." She had said, but this time it had been different than how she usually would have said it. She had been giggling that time. Her tone wasn't spiteful but more playful and teasing. "I am not afraid to admit that I have fine tastes, Roxanne." He teased back, even if that was a complete lie. There was a lot of things that Seth had done in his life that were so geeky that he was content to take that closet full of embarrassing skeletons to the grave with him.
Roxanne hadn't realized how much she had missed this. Being able to laugh, to talk to Seth like this again. She had almost forgotten how it felt, feeling safe. Seth had missed it too. The things she used to share with him, and that he would share with her. It had been natural talking to her about life outside the Plex. How he spent his days, even if most of it amounted to him binging Sci-Fi on Netflix and downing six times the daily recommended amount of Mountain Dew, so about three. But she had occupied a large part of those days, even if sometimes if it was just in thought. He felt a bit of shame then, realizing that he hadn't ever gotten over how attached he had became to Roxanne. He had just found better ways to hide it for awhile, even from himself.
He had never seen that part of the below levels before. The halls had began to transform the longer they traveled down them. All the amenities that had been afforded to human beings that gave the astethic illusion of offices had now began transforming into the absolute true bare and industrial nature that was the below. The work hadn't been started here yet, and maybe it never would be. It hadn't been well maintained, bits and pieces of concrete and dust having come off the nearly smooth grey walls. The lighting hadn't been the best idea; crude holes had been drilled above, fixtures fed through with bulbs, some having been burnt out, and others hanging lower as their cord lengths leaked out.
There had been various door frames leaned on either side of the walls, large plastic sheets and chalk marks of various numbers and patterns lining the hallway like subterranean graffiti and wall art. For all the architecture and technology that the Plex had been given, at the end of the day it was still like the caves humans had survived in thousands of years ago. There had only been one door. A windowless panel with yellow and black stripes lining the bottom. She had seen this door before, but it was so fuzzy a mental image. "This is it. I have been here...I..." She could not properly form the words. The ID panel had been hanging loosely from the wall, its wires exposed, but it still accepted the input as Seth's ID badge made contact. The door whined as it quickly went up, struggling with just how misaligned it had been.
It hadn't at all been what Seth had been expecting. He wasn't even sure what he expected to begin with. Bright yellow safety railings lined along concrete steps all along the multiples levels of the room. It had been large in such a way that they could only see blackness on the furthest ends. Heavy machinery of various sizes stood, their purpose and applications entirely lost on any soul that had no use for it. Large glass panels the size of rooms went along various levels of the walls lit up in white lights revealing the sterile and clean cut nature of their interiors. They were all alike, each filled with white slabs in the shape of beds. Various mechanical instruments kept beside them were bound to platters whose shapes held the sets in their molds. "Spider legs" Seth thought, seeing the familiar tangles of frozen mechanical arms above the makeshift beds.
It had looked like the love affair of of a hospital and a nuclear reactor. What had this place been made for?
Roxanne was nearly in a trance looking at it all. She took Seth down the stairs to the lower levels where shiny blue tubing larger than human beings coiled and ran against walls. Countless plastic containers stacked beside and atop one another, labels in small print of various languages slapped on nearly end of them. It had been cramped down there, so much so that Seth had been surprised that Roxy had managed to squeeze her feet around the running cables bunching up on the floor. a fine layer on dust had settled on nearly every surface. How long had it been since someone last set foot in the place?
That was when Seth had seen it. The large covered tables, thick, tilted mechanized slabs covered in dark green covers like oversized blankets. There had been five of them in all, surrounded by dust covered fixtures and panels. There were shapes beneath them, and it looked like to Seth that they had just walked into a morgue. Two of them had been empty. Roxanne gently let him out of her grip, as the two neared. It was an eerie display to Seth, like a set from a horror film that was just about to begin. For Roxanne it had been all too familiar, and every part of her was screaming to be heard for what it knew, but could not fit together even there still.
But she knew what she had to do, which one to go to. It was almost instinctual as she had reached out to one of the tables, grabbed the cover and began pulling. Seth had been expecting a body beneath it, and he was right. The cover had fully fallen away in a mass of dust and debris on the cement floor. He had been shocked, and so had Roxanne. There was a body; resting on the table, eyes closed as if in a deep sleep was Roxanne. Another Roxanne.
It had been her, but it was also different. She had all of the same clothes, the same piercings, the same arm and leg warmers. The same long whitish hair with the single green dyed section that went down her face. But it was all different; it was real. At least it had looked as real as such a thing like her could possibly be. Every part of her body that could be shown had been covered in a fine layer of grey fur. Her eyes and ears connected to her face seamlessly, her muzzle detailed in such a way that she had an actual connected jaw. One that could entirely close. Even if the two had looked alike, the body had been more natural in shape. She was curvaceous but well defined in her muscles burred beneath the soft fur of her arms and legs.
When she had seen it, Roxanne had been speechless. Her claw had drawn along its cheek, brushing away a strand of hair. Images flashed like deafening pulses behind her eyes as the parts of her that had been so disconnect and burred, were finally making their connections at long last. "This was me. The first me. But...there was something wrong. Not...ready yet." She paused and looked at the two empty tables. One had been for Chica, another for Bonny.
"There had been something wrong. Too much..." Roxanne fought to piece together the words. "Too complicated. Too many errors. Too much...feeling." She looked at her metallic fingers and turned her hand with a whir. Everything to her had been a matter of alerts and sensors that would flood her mind with information. But it wasn't anything like how it actually was to feel a thing. When she grabbed Seth, she knew how much pressure to apply, but she could not feel his actual weight, the material of his shirt, or the softness of his skin. She could understand how hot or cold the air had been to the precise degree, but she did not feel it. She did not feel anything, and she realized that was what had been haunting her.
She had felt once. She had been in this body. And then they made her forget, took away the memories. But not all of them. Enough left to settle as residuals at the bottom of her conscious like seeds planted in the dirt that over time grew into vines that gripped her and would never let go. She grabbed the body and began turning it away so that its back had been to them. Seth watched in confusion and awe. "What are you doing, Roxanne?" She didn't answer as she parted the hair and pulled up at the red vest. Lines of a panel that had just barely been concealed beneath the fur were there. She had remembered, pulling until it came off and revealed the inner mechanisms of the shell.
"I need your help, Seth." She had taken great care as her hands went inside the body, moving aside the internal components. "Roxanne...I don't know about any of this." He didn't need to ask what she needed help with. He already knew. She wanted to be in that body some way. Why had such a thing been so important to her? Why had it been made to begin with if all it had amounted to becoming was a center piece for the Fazbear mausoleum? "You don't-we don't know if that is even functional. What could be wrong with it, if critical components are missing or if it even has design defects. Your NPD could be damaged interfacing with it for all we know! No. No, we should not go messing around with this-"
"Seth." She had spoken over him, silencing the man with a firm voice. "I need this. I cannot tell you why, but I know I do...But I cannot do this without you. I need you." He could hear it in her voice, that strength and conviction he had become all too intimately familiar with. What he admired most about her. All he had ever wanted to do was be there for Roxanne. He sighed and couldn't believe each and every step that he took towards that table, having had been on full blast by the personality Roxanne had just come to weaponize and use against him. He reached up and rested his hand on her shoulder.
He could see inside the unit, past the tightly compacted plastics and components. Roxanne was a marvel. A sophisticated machine of engineering prowess that revealed what the future of technology was sprinting closer and closer to. But this body had been a miracle. He couldn't in his wildest imaginings begin to understand how such advanced architecture was even possible to achieve. It was alien to him, the fibrous connector cables, the layered silicon paneling fitted with patterns of copper fillings. The slot for the NPD had been there, further up in its chest cavity.
The sound of a strained snap burst went through his ear like the shot from a gun, bringing Seth back in a jump that had nearly sent him into a pile of boxes and tarp covered plastic. Roxanne set her chest piece on the table, exposing the section of her upper exoskeleton to him. He had been used to the sight. The wolf had draw her hair back, lowering herself to her knees before resting her head and back against table's end nearer to the floor.
He had knelt beside her, bracing his hand on her shoulder pad as he reached inside of her. "I'm scared, Seth." She whispered to him. His eyes looked into hers, big, yellow and glowing staring back, casting his reflection off their surface. "It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you, Roxy." he whispered back. She believed him. She closed her eyes and let go before he pulled the NPD out of her in one single jerk. Like a marinate with its strings cut, her entire body went limp, all of her interior functions seizing up and stopping altogether. Her full weight came down where she sat, her head falling to the side and meeting with the floor. It was a terrible sight, and an even worse sound as he listened to the hum of her body die out into silence.
He had looked at the cube that had fit so innocently in the palms of his hands. "I'll take care of you." He whispered as he pulled himself back up from the floor. The alloys on the inside of the body had been surprisingly softer than how they'd looked. It was as if they were organic the way they bent around the back of his hands, gliding between his fingers as he aligned the NPD with the housing slot and firmly shoved it in. Her body flopped against the table in one sudden jump. Her ears twitched with the jingles of earrings, the fur appearing to fluff up and bristle all along her as body and mind became one again after so long.
When her panel had been firmly pressed back into her, Seth could hear her grunt into the table. Her tail had stirred to life, slapping against the side of his pant leg as her arms and legs moved cautiously as if coming down from a muscle cramp. He was astonished as he watched her back rise and fall as if she were breathing. Was it possible that such a thing was something she could do? "Thank you." It was as if he had been hearing Roxanne for the first time. Her voice hadn't been tinny, hampered by the filters of a substandard vocalizer. It was rich, smoothen like silk with the light vibrations of her deeper feminine voice.
He could see her eyes looking at him through her hair, no longer glowing but still so large, and when she brushed it aside with her green gloved hand, he could see the smile across her maw. The wolf turned on her back, running her hands over her face, closing her eyes and sighing in contentment. She could feel the sensation of the cold air against her fur, the way it felt smoothing and parting out beneath the green claws of her fingers as she traced them along her cheeks and neck. She could feel her mouth! It opened and closed in a way she had forgotten, and giggled at the sensation of her newfound tongue moving in it. It was as if she had woken up, but she was still in a dream.
She ran her hands through her hair and shivered, her shoulders and neck shaking as her ears flicked. And it hadn't just been the sensations of her body that flowed through her. Roxanne had finally found the piece of her that had been missing, that so many feelings within her had needed to rely on but could never access until now. Seth had taken this all in and he couldn't help but chuckle from the utter relief he had felt. She was happy, she was okay. She was beautiful.
She looked at him from the table, so many parts of her revealing how she felt. Her ears, raising, her tail slapping up and down as she grinned, revealing her canines. She still looked like a vampire. "I know I have felt this way before, but it is like I am experiencing it again for the first time." She rose from the table, looking over her body, pulling at and squeezing the material of her vest and short shorts. She couldn't help but do a spin, closing her eyes as she felt the sensation of her body's weight, her hair whipping around her face before she spit some of it out of her mouth.
"I do not like that." she had said, and Seth began to laugh with her as she fixed her hair back behind her again. "I feel wonderful." she sighed contently as she felt at both her arms as if she were giving herself a hug. "You look wonderful." Her tail had stiffened hearing him say that. He had said such kind things to her before, and it felt nice, but something had been missing in Roxanne that she hadn't realized until now. The sensation of his words vibrating against her ear, the shiver that it brought down her neck to wrap around her chest in a fluttering that made her head swim.
She had never known how good his approval had actually felt to her. No, it didn't just feel good, it felt...strange. Strange in a way that was also good, but it made her fur bristle, her body imitate taking a deep breath. The feelings wrapped around her body like a warm, soft, oversized fleece blanket. God how she would have loved to have felt that kind of blanket against her there and then. There was no blanket, but there was Seth, and the feelings that he gave her were more than enough for her.
"You having fun?" She smirked at his words and drew closer. Even in that body, she still dwarfed Seth. And with the look that had been in her eyes, he was lucky she wasn't hungry. If eating had even been possible for her that is. "You have no idea. I can touch." She playfully said as she felt the black buttons on his shirt, how both smooth and hard they were against her fingers. "I can smell." She gave a light sniff of the air, and She could actually smell him. A strange mixture of things she could not understand but it was nice in a way she could not put it. "And I can taste." She leaned in, gripping both his shoulders before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue out against his nose. It had been wet. "Aw, gross Roxanne! Thanks a lot!" He wiped at it what had the fluid had even been.
She laughed and gave him a light shove, catching him by his shirt before he actually fell back, and pulled him close to her again. "You had it coming, you jerk. You always had it coming." Her voice had grown softer, her laughter lighter now. "Yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?" He sighed and smiled. She had nearly been resting her forehead against his, staring him square in the face before her eyes darted lower. She hadn't known why it was harder than usual to look him in the eyes now when she had otherwise done it mere moments ago. She liked the way the warmth came off him against her claws. The soft breathing in his chest as it vibrated with the beating of his heart.
She had liked many things about Seth. Even if she had done her best to forget about them when she had drawn further away from him over time like they two passing cars on the highway road. But she never let him out of her sight. At first she had believed it had been because of how angry she had become over time at him, but it had been something else entirely. She knew that now. Something she couldn't have formed the right connections to, the way she had been up until this moment. If she had a heart it would have started beating deep inside her chest. She had been in love with him. The thoughts were there like before, insistent and indismissable. She had grabbed him with that same want she earlier had when she chased him in through the hall, but she didn't want to hurt him. She just wanted to...
She looked back into his eyes, her own glazed over with the confidence of her one desire she wanted to finally make true. She lifted the bottom of his chin with one claw and closed her eyes as she leaned in to press the purple lipstick of her lips against his. She felt safe. Seth had stiffened up, feeling a rush of confusion As the wolf held their lips together in that embrace. He hadn't understood at first, thinking she was about to give him a second serving of a wet lick just to spite him. It had felt like a spark of electricity that traveled from his lips to hers, and from hers to his in a way that made Roxanne's legs shake.
She had drawn off him, opening her eyes to Seth in a half lidded, dream like gaze. His mouth had been dry, as she held him there in the silence of both their breaths. "Roxanne....did you just...?" but she hadn't let him finish, both her hands holding his cheeks in a firm grip as she drew him into another kiss. Her feelings had finally lead her to what she had wanted, and it had been Seth all along. And as she felt his hands on her, not pushing her away but holding her closer, she knew that he was finally hers. Seth had been in a daze as Roxanne pressed her lips against him more firmly, a sigh escaping them as she shivered. Was this really happening?
==============Chapter 5=======================
It had shocked Seth just how quickly he had given in to her. It was wrong in so many ways and he had known it. He had known it when he dismissed the thoughts and dreams that found him some nights. He had known it as they shared that kiss now. She was an animatronic, a machine. He had helped make her for christ's sake. And he was ashamed for how much he had wanted her and this still. That maybe this had been just another anomaly, some kind of malfunction in both of them. That all of this could be explained away with morals and errors. But he didn't want it to be any of those things. He wanted to finally give in to the feelings that brought the two together now. His body telling him an undeniable truth how much he had wanted this from her, and only her for so long.
Seth had melted into the kiss, the last of his hesitations fading away as Roxanne's mouth parted and rubbed her tongue against his lips. She had slipped it inside instinctively, tasting Seth's mouth and tongue as she glided hers against his own. It was pure lightning flashing through her body and she wanted more of it. She parted her jaws wider, drawing his tongue out and into her mouth, brushing against her fangs. When it seemed like he was about to pull back, she would lean more into him, keeping their lips locked and his tongue stuck in a wrestle with her own. She wasn't going to let him go. Her back had fallen against the table as she took Seth down with her. Her claws dragged along his shirt, scratching down his back as she felt up his body through the clothes.
She moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands finally exploring her too. How they ran down her back and brushed her tail before giving a firm grip on her tight shorts in a squeeze. She couldn't help but push into it, pinning his hand to the table beneath her bottom. She had finally broken the kiss, leaving her panting and Seth sucking in a breath. She nuzzled into his neck, opening her mouth to draw her fangs along it before sliding her tongue against his throat as if it were a prime rib steak. She wanted everything from Seth. She wanted to feel him, taste him, and the more she got of him, the more it seemed to draw this unknown power out from her inner most recesses. And it was driving Roxanne crazy in the best way.
"Am I beautiful, Seth?" She asked in between breaths, pressing her rump more insistently into his hands. "You're gorgeous." He said through his panting. She grabbed the back of his head, tugging him back to her maw in a sloppy, wet kiss. She yanked him by both his arms, forcing his back against the table as she pressed the full weight of her body down against him in a near mount. "Whose the best?" She breathed hotly in his ear, gliding her tongue along his lobe. "You're the best, Roxy." It was pure ecstasy to Roxanne, her eyes almost rolling in the back of her half lidded gaze hearing him say that, and she rewarded him with a hungry kiss.
She could not begin to understand why it had felt as good as it did. Why every touch from Seth set her circuits on fire. His hands had slipped down her back, both finding their way until she arched and pressed them more into her behind. She hadn't realized that she had been working her hips against him, grinding and rubbing her body against his. A part of her was on autopilot, absorbed in all the newfound sensations he gave her, and it began to form a duality in her. It all had felt like bliss to Roxanne, but it also drew tingling down every inch of her body so that a kind of internal itch had begun to form in her, encouraging the sensations, and driving her in more of a fervor begging for that itch to get scratched.
Her claws had been at his shirt, trying to undo its buttons before she ultimatley, in an act of impatience and frustration, ripped it open and sent them flying through the air scattering to the floor in all directions, exposing his chest to her. She had become like an actual wolf, strong and ferocious as she brought her head down to his chest and trailed her tongue down its center. Seth had gasped loudly as she nicked a fang against his nipple, and Roxanne giggled, finding some relief if only for a moment in taking in all of how he reacted to her touch too. She licked his nipple, sighing against it as her hands began undoing the belt buckle of his pants.
Now she had understood why anyone wore clothing to begin with. It had made a thing such as removing them so much fun like opening a present. She wanted to unwrap Seth and see his body revealed. To have him so open and vulnerable there would be nothing left to hide between them. The thought alone burned inside her head like a fire that she couldn't put out. Seth had undone the button of his pants before Roxanne had decided it too was troublesome to deal with. She had trailed her lips down his stomach, her claws yanking down his underwear right off his hips and finally revealing the most intimate part of Seth to her. She had never seen anything like it before. At first she had just stared as if in curiosity at Seth's fully hard erection, but as she took in the details more, she began to see it kind of like a driving stick. The head of it had even been rounded like a knob. It looked tasty too.
Her hot breath coated its tip as she gripped his shaft and drew her tongue along the head. The way it had tasted was so earthly, kind of spicy. Her tongue practically tingled as she took in a breath and relished how he tasted to her. Seth had moaned and her head snapped up at him in a panic, the spell of that intoxication having broken over her, now replaced with worry and concern. Her eyes darted back and forth "Did I hurt you?" She was just about to get up but he shook his head. "N-no that just...felt wonderful."
It was an absolute relief that she hadn't hurt him, but if this had been where it felt so wonderful to him...
She smiled up at Seth, and it had been a wicked smile that revealed nearly all of her teeth. He tensed and stiffened as her gloved hand gripped his shaft firmly, and Roxanne began an absolute assault. She lapped at him, tasting the entirety of his length, dragging her tongue from the base all the way to the head, swirling her tongue around it. And every part of it washed over Seth in a cascade of pleasure he had never felt before. She acted like she had never done this, but he had been completely dominated by Roxanne's tongue and She relished every sound he made for it. Every moan and shudder his body gave as his legs began to shake through the power of the wolf's prehensile, wet appendage.
When his hand came to rest on her head, she sighed around his shaft, becoming lost in the feeling of his his fingers scritching against her ear. Her head had leaned forward, accidentally sinking him into her wet mouth. It was a strange feeling when she had felt his length slip inside. And when she pulled off it, he nearly cried out in pleasure. She loved hearing that, the way it had came out of him so easily, and it encouraged her on as she slid her mouth over his entire length again, rubbing and curling her tongue around it. She brushed her hair off her face and pulled off him only to force it back inside with a wet squelch as the wolf began bobbing her head in his crotch and growled, the very sound vibrating all around his length .
Her mouth absolutely tingled, feeling the satisfaction as his shaft twitched and his hips bucked, trying to press as far back into her muzzle as she could allow with every bob of her head. It excited her, how much power she seemed to have over him through this one simple act. The thrill of completely entrancing and holding her audience that had been Seth, captive to this erotic show. And she had begun to wonder if she could experience such a thing too. She had pulled off him with a loud, wet smack, a trail of her synthetic saliva trailing from the purple lips of her furry maw to his crotch. "Can I feel this too, Seth?" She had asked but he knew coming from Roxanne it was nothing short than a demand. She had just been polite to him about it.
She leaned into the table, one hand on Seth's left shoulder and the other on his head. The feel of his hot breath on the fur of her neck made her bite her lower lip, her eyes closing as he kissed into her fur. She had cried out in pleasure as she felt his mouth open and give a love bite. Her claw lightly dug into the hair of his head as she nearly blew a gasket and jumped against him. "I guess I'll have to remember that one." He had said and chuckled into her neck. She rolled her eyes, giggling too beneath her breath as she pressed him lower and held his face into the red fabric of her chest piece. His hand had slipped under, feeling warm against her breasts. She wanted to feel more of his warm on her.
She had pulled at the zipper on her back, undoing her shoulder pads and shrugging them off to the floor. Grabbed at the bottom of the tight vest, pulling it up over her head so that both her large grey breasts had spilled out. The sight alone had made Seth's face turn a deep red in blush as he couldn't look away. "Uh, seth, help?" Roxanne had been muffled, the vest having been pulled up over her face, caught in her hair. The two of them shared a laugh as he got both her arms through and eventually out of the long tangles of her hair. "Not bad, Seth. But I expect you to be faster next time."
"Oh, here we go..." He smirked as she grabbed him. "Oh just get back here." she said with a growing huskiness in her voice, pressing him back into her breasts. She shuddered as she felt his tongue flick against one of her dark nipples. how he massaged and rubbed her other breast in his hand, and work her erect grey nipple, dragging it along his palm and fingers. It was enough to get Roxanne to make a few moans of her own now. She had been disappointed as his head traveled lower, leaving an after glow of pleasure she couldn't have imagined. And then her front fangs showed in a smile, feeling his hands grab at and slip beneath the sides of the shorts on her hips. She watched him, looking down and swaying as she waited for Seth to undress her too.
The anticipation was excruciating for her as he pulled them down. The tight red fabric folding inward as he dragged out the act as long as possible. She whined, her tail thrashing as her legs shifted. Was he doing this to her on purpose? Then she had realized he had stopped altogether. "You're a jerk, Seth!" she blurted out and he rested his head into the soft fur of her stomach, snickering. "It's not funny." She huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. That humor of his really was what always got him into trouble.
"Hey..." He said, pulling her shorts down to her clawed feet where she shrugged them off and lightly kicked them away. "I'm sorry." and she looked down at him with a half lidded gaze. Of course she hadn't actually been mad at him. But she could pretend. "You're forgiven...this time." The light fur of her stomach had come to meet in the center between her legs. Seth could not believe that Roxanne actually had such intimate parts of her own. The white soft grey lips of her entrance had been done in such a way he could not believe was real, and it wasn't, but he didn't care whatever part of her had been as she rested her hand against the back of his head, tugging so that she lightly pressed his face into her crotch with an assertive force.
She hadn't had the same thing that Seth had, but Roxanne was more than happy to feel the same pleasures she had given him. She braced her back into the table, grabbing one of its sides with her free hand and lifting a leg as she felt his tongue brush against the outside of her furry mound. Her breath seemed to follow with each and every flick he made as he traced it along the dark grey button of her sex that made her quiver. Roxanne found her voice caught in the back of her throat before she felt it dive in. This was where that itch had been, and Roxanne was just about crawling out of her skin, dragging out a moan as his tongue brushed against her wet inner walls. He could feel them tighten around his tongue as if encouraging him to draw it further in, and Roxanne was absolutely delighted as she felthim oblige. She sputtered, letting out soft panting and barks like an animal as she began rocking back and forth on the table.
Both her legs had lifted as her full weight went on her back, Seth's arms linking around her thighs as he began driving his tongue in and out of her as deep as he could go. She held tightly onto his head, humping her crotch into his mouth more and more desperately. The table began to squeak loudly, Roxanne squirming against it as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Something was building up inside her with each and every thrust of that tongue of his that he drove into her. Something that she had never felt before. Like a great, hot rumbling which shook and ravaged her into unintelligible gibberish, and finally a rapturous squeal as her body tingled, her feet curled, and Roxanne ignited with such explosive bliss that the squeal had become a strained, pleasured scream that echoed through the room.
It was like being caught within the surging grip of a storm. Strong, rushing winds passing through every sensitive part of her body like a tornado was about to touch down exactly where Seth's tongue pressed inside her. Her hips bucked wildly and thrashed, and Seth could only hold on as Roxanne locked her legs around his head as she experienced the very first orgasm of her life. The studded black collar around her neck flopped up and down as she covered her face with her purple arm warmer, biting down on it before her tongue lawled out of her maw. She grunted with each thrust she made, her hips slowly winding down from the absolute frying her entire body had just experienced. Her arms fell to her sides and off the table, chest rising up and down in quick bursts. Her legs had been limp now, freeing Seth to finally get some air while resting her leg warmers on his shoulders. She had grunted in a pained pleasure as his tongue slipped out from her, leaving an almost emptier feeling where it had been.
"Oh my...what...was..." Roxanne had barely gotten a word out of herself, trailing her hand down her face before resting it on her forehead. In her chest where lungs should have been was instead a series of compacted tubing and metal, flexible boards and a set of plastic lined pouches that expanded and contracted as they filled with and released the air injected into them. Pure mimicry. No, Roxanne did not need to breathe, because she did not have a heart nor the circulatory system to go along with it. But it felt great none the less to her taking in a deep breath before letting it out in a long sigh as she slowly came down from her electric bliss.
"You're a terrible man for having kept this from me." Her tone had been chastising and firm, a hint of playfulness beneath it betraying the seriousness of it that she pretended to make. "Hey, that's not fair. I didn't even know that-" He had started to get up but her legs locked behind his head again, keeping him in place. "Come here." She whispered commandingly but also lovingly to him. She let a leg down, one before the other as she shifted on the table, letting Seth rise again from the floor. It tilted back ever so lightly as she pulled him against her in a hug. "No excuses." She breathed into his ear, giving it a light nibble before her lips found their way back to his.
She pressed her muzzle into his face, sighing into the kiss that had felt so natural to her, so warm and safe as he gave in to each and every want and whim she lay out before him. She loved the way his lips felt against her own. How she had finally gotten what she had wanted for so long but could never understand until now. It was their bodies touching, their lips meeting. It was them being together. This. She had finally understood what Eric had told her about Chica. Roxanne had never found such profound happiness until that moment, and she wished it never had to end. Seth had a similar wish meant only for her. That the two of them could just lay there together like they were now, and the moment could last forever and then some, just being in her arms and embracing her without one wall of reservation.
He had never done this kind of thing before, being with someone like this, and he had always imagined he would screw it up. That he would do or say something, anything that would ruin the moment, spoil the mood. He had thought he would be an awkward mess, but everything about Roxanne had made it all flow so naturally for him to be anything but. It was the same thing about her that had made him give in to her so easily in the first place. She had been the girl of his dreams. But it no longer was a dream, it was a reality, and it had been more than he ever could have hoped for.
He had been surprised as she rolled him off her and onto the table so suddenly. She had pressed her full weight into him with a toothy smile, her hair covering half her face so that only one of her eyes could look into his. "I want to do what you did. I want to make you feel good too, Seth." The wolf had said with a soft growl sensual enough to make Seth so hard with need that it hurt. She had thought with what had happened that the itch she had felt would have vanished and gone away, carried off with that powerful storm that had came and went. But it had still been there as if it were hiding, and now it was out again, coursing through her and begging once more. But she wanted to focus on Seth, biting her tongue and trying to keep the tingling out of her mind.
"I think there's a way we can both feel good together." He had said with a timid smile. At first she had waited for him to go on, but as she followed his gaze, looking down, she had taken in the sight of his erection resting against her crotch, her furry lips folded around it. She smiled too as one thing connected to another her mind. Yes, they could feel good together. She blew the hair out of her face as she gripped his shoulders. She wanted him to be the one screaming for her now. Gasps escaped his lips as she began working her thighs against him, sliding her synthetic femininity back and forth across his shaft, wetting it with both their fluids that showed just how much they wanted this.
She raised her hips, swaying them along with her tail in the air, his fully hard erection twitching beneath her where she lined her entrance with him in terrible anticipation. She had paused, holding it there and doing nothing more. When Seth had looked back into her face in confusion, he had found her black brows pressing down on her squinting eyes. Her front fangs poked out from her lips in a terrible grin. "Oh you have got to be kidd- Are you serious Roxy?!" he had asked, exasperated by the full on Karma she was unleashing on him now.
He had known he had it coming, but he still couldn't believe she was doing this to him. "Mirror." She had said and he was confused. "What?" and she repeated the word to him. "...reflection." He finally answered her, and it was enough to get her tail wagging. "Music." She was giving him a test of her own this time, finally in a position where Seth was the one in the chair. This was torture. Calculated and pure, pre-meditated torture. "Smooth jazz." She giggled, closing her eyes with the look of great satisfaction on her face, swaying her chest so that her breasts swayed back and forth with it. She had gotten what she wanted.
"Roxy." she murmured as she looked back down at him with half lidded eyes. "...The best." he murmured back and she had known he meant it. He was her number one fan after all wasn't he? No...he had been something more to her, and she had been something more to him. She was his favorite. They both had gasped as she began, lowering herself down on him and spreading her entrance open as his shaft disappeared inside the wolf. She could feel every inch of him, one at a time as he slipped into her inner most depths. Her body shuddered, her thighs shook, and her soft moans had began mixing with Seth's own.
She had came to rest her crotch against him, their loins meeting as she took him fully inside her down to the hilt. He had never imagined there could be anything that had felt this good, and as Roxanne's inner walls spasmed and squeezed around his intruding member, he was all but certain nothing ever would be. The way he had felt inside her made Roxanne feel warm and full. Each and every little inch of her inner folds could feel him, gripping around his length to create lightning that raced from her hips all the way to her head.
She had leaned over him, pressing her breasts into his face as she gripped the head end of the table and began lifting off him until he was nearly about to slip out of her. But Roxanne had no plans for that to happen. She brought herself down forcefully in one swift drop, stuffing his shaft back inside her, both to the others pleasure and satisfaction. He grunted, trying to contain his moans as she brought her thighs down hard on him with such force that the table shook with a thump. The wolf was relentless as she began working him in a strong rhythm, pulling off only to drop back down on him once more, again and again.
Roxanne bit her lower lip as she began thrusting against him, finding she was meeting thrusts of his own as she road him. She had closed her eyes, and it had felt like she was on the race tracks, her engine revving loudly as she rode Seth with the inexperience and recklessness of someone about to get into a car crash. She wanted to crash. She wanted to explode and burn up in the fire of her passion as she near pounded against him on that table. Drool had begun running down her lips, wetting the fur around her mouth as she felt Seth's tongue on one of her nipples once again. The way his mouth cupped around her breast in a light suck that drew her deeper into his mouth, was more than Roxanne could stand. She was riding him alright, and if they hadn't been on that table, Seth was sure of it that Roxanne could have pounded him into the ground by the sheer force of her thrusts alone.
She had absolutely let go and become a carnal animal to him, barking and yipping with every thrust he made into her, growling and even baring her teeth as her eyes squinted tightly shut. The ends of her maw twitched as her muzzle drew her lips back, revealing more of her teeth as she grunted loudly. It had looked like she had been in pain, but the only pain she had been feeling was her burning need as her thrusts became more desperate and erratic. She had grabbed one of his hands and slammed it above his head on the table, leaving his other to remain on her furry end as he held on for dear life. Her fingers interlaced with his own, and Roxanne could feel him squeeze her hand tightly.
She had claimed him on that table. Claimed his body that she ground and thrashed against. Claimed his lips as she near slammed hers against them and drove her tongue into his mouth. He was hers and the thought alone sent bolts down her back and electricity through every strand of fur on her body. She could already feel it happening again. The strong winds picking up inside her body, and she had no plans this time to brace against the passionate storm. She wanted it to carry her off and away to new heights, and she wanted to bring Seth with her.
He had whined into her mouth, grunting and moaning as she wrapped her tongue around his, pulling it back into her mouth to give it a gentle nibble, and in that moment even she could recognize that he was just about to experience the same winding through her. She wanted him to scream for her. And he did. He wrapped his arm around her in a tight hug, his entire body arching and squirming beneath her as he pulled his mouth off hers only to bury it in her neck in a firm love bite. She had felt it deep inside her, shot after shot of hot sticky fluid that he pumped into her. She hadn't known what it was, but as that thick texture coated her inner walls as he drove it deeper inside her, it felt so right. And as his mouth bit down into her fur, it was enough to push Roxanne over the edge. raising her head back and howling in a passionate scream as her tail shot up and her body slammed down on Seth in a blur.
The entire world crumbled away for the both of them, locked in that raging passion, fierce and ready to pull them apart. But they held on to one another through it, connecting like their bodies had connected, and it had felt like to Seth that for a moment, they were flying. And they did because they had managed to accidentally roll off the table and meet with the floor giving both of them a jolt. Seth had slipped out of her, firing one last string of cum against his stomach as Roxanne yelped and rolled off and beside him.
The two had laid there on the cold floor full of cables and dust, panting harshly as they rode the last of the mutual pleasures their bodies had been going through. And then Seth had begun to laugh a little, coughing and sucking in a breath of air. Roxanne had been laughing too and covered her face with both her hands. At least the table hadn't broken, but it very well could have. She turned to him there, scooting closer to press her nose into his shoulder. His hand had found hers again, holding it, and she was holding it back. She had seen the thick white spray on his stomach. Had this been what she had felt him release inside of her? She brought her finger and thumb to it, rubbing them together to feel its strange texture. And she had to take a taste.
She slipped her finger in her mouth with a pleased hum, paused, then spit it out. "Oh that is gross!" She said, and Seth laughed again.
==============Epilogue=======================
The monitor hummed with a soft buzzing, the eerie soft glow of the green rows of texts illuminated the nearby floor. "Music." "Rock on." "Mirror" "I'm the best." Seth watched as the screen filled with flag after flag. There had been more now than ever before. Roxanne sat in the chair, cables running out of her bulky and heavy form. Her eyes blinked open and shut in loud, whirring motions. It had felt wrong being back in that body again, like she had lost that part of her that she could not describe. She had to be, because this was the body she had to bring with her on stage.
But it felt different now because she could remember now. How it felt, how she could feel. What she had shared with Seth and would remain between them as the biggest secret in their lives. And for the first time in a long while, she hadn't an ounce of anger or frustration that morning. It felt different, and she felt different. She was finally at peace again. More than forty seven flags had been logged and filed to his computer station. The most he had ever seen. But Seth hadn't proceeded with their removal. He had interrupted the command order. He wasn't sure how he would just yet, but he would find a way to alter those logs. Enough to show she had been improving, but that he still needed more time. To preserve those supposed errors in her programming that had made Roxanne who she was, and what he had fallen in love with.
He didn't know how he would make any of this work, or what he could possibly do when he was no longer needed at the Plex, but he could live for now in that moment, his gaze meeting with Roxanne's as the chair lifted her back onto her feet. Her ears raised up and down, her brows clicking as they raised with them. "You're all set, Roxy." He said with a smile "Go get them, rock star." She knew he had left her untouched, and if she could produce tears, her eyes would have began to form wetness in them. She knew she was heading to the stage once more, but for the first time that she had known without a doubt, she was loved for who she was off it. She leaned down to him, and he kissed her on her purple lipstick. She could not feel it. But she remembered how it had felt to her, and that was enough to make her happy.
She had begun leaving the room before she paused and turned to him. "Seth..." she had begun and he looked up from his monitor. "...Take me dancing some time, please." He knew that even if she had asked, what she really meant was that he would. She was just being polite, and he loved her for that and so much more. The stage was waiting for her, waiting for the best.
