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Today had sucked ass. Your shift had gone not so well, with a kid throwing up in the raceway and you having to stop the racers while frantically cleaning it up. It was, apparently, not big enough of a mess for a cleaning bot to be called in, so you had to do all the work. I mean, what were you being payed for, right? Definitely not the situation you were in currently; sitting in the laps of one of the so called, "Prized animatronics of the revered Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex." Bigshot corporations, am I right? Huffing, you roll your eyes. "Hey! Hold still, you'll smudge your eyeshadow." Roxy. Your beloved robo-girlfriend. She's currently caking makeup on your face. She occasionally makes a gesture for a different shade, as to which your OTHER robo-girlfriend, Chica, hands to her. How did you get in this situation? Good question.
Well, it turns out the animatronics at the pizzaplex are very human. So much so, that sometimes you wonder if they're haunted or something. It all started when you stumbled upon Chica eating literal garbage out of a trashcan. Mildly concerned, and very disgusted, you offered to help her make a pizza in the kitchens. You figured, that if it was to come out of your paycheck, you could just argue that you were maintaining merchandise. Letting a expensive animatronic chow down on some fresh pizza was probably more preferable than letting it each trash. Before you knew it, you were referring to Chica as a 'she', not an 'it'. And all those thoughts of her as an item were straight out the window. The only object she'd ever be is the object of your affection. And then, your relationship with Chica slowly became a relationship with Chica AND Roxy.
And now, here you are, having a night of relaxation. It wasn't planned. If you had known earlier that you were going to spend the night with your girls, you probably would've been way more optimistic about the mess that was today. But you weren't. And when the girls had seen how down you were, they had cornered you and basically kidnapped you into Chica's room. Now, you sit on Chica's lap as Roxy leans over to do your makeup. They had apparently planned a fun night, and getting dressed up was part of the occasion. Apparently sensing that you were lost in thought, Chica sets down the mascara she just traded with Roxy for some brushes, and leans down over your shoulder to give you a quick peck on the cheek. "What's wrong, cupcake? Do you not like the colors?"
Upon hearing her inquiry, Roxy seems to realize the not so bubbly expression on your face, and sets down her tools for a moment. Before you could react, she had taken your face in her hands and lifted it up to look into your eyes. Her hands were warm, but could never compare to the absolute heat in her eyes. "I know how great it is to feel pleased with your appearance, babe. If you don't like anything, be sure to tell me, okay? As killer as my hearing is, I can't listen in to the thoughts in your head." Letting out a small laugh, you smiled. They always got so concerned over the littlest things, it felt nice to be considered so delicately. "Nah, it's fine. I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you guys." At your words, Chica wrapped her arms around your waist and squeezed lightly. "You do realize we're the lucky ones, right?"
Still cradling your face, Roxy leans down to press a kiss to your neck. "Don't ever doubt for a moment just how grateful we are to have you." You fluster, resting your hands and her shoulders as she moves back to gaze into your eyes. "Roxy....." Letting out a snort, she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, too mushy." Letting go of your face to pick up her tools, she gets back to work making you look 'even more stunning.' Chica readjusts you on her lap, tilting you back a little to get a better look at your face. "We love you." She coos, positively beaming as she leans down to press a kiss on your cheek. It was such a constant when you're around her, that you wondered if one day you'd have a permanent imprint of her kisses on you. Not that you'd mind, honestly. A kiss from Chica is a direct trigger of serotonin to your work addled brain.
"Chic, you're gonna mess up my work, babe." Lightly batting the other away, Roxy makes one more swipe of purple glitter before placing her brush down. "Hm........." Looking at you for a second, she takes in her progress before lifting you up gently and placing you on her lap, facing Chica. "How's it look?" Ever one to enable Roxy, and compliment you, Chica swoons. "Pretty enough to eat!" Raising a brow, you cross your arms. "Don't even think about it." Chica giggles, reaching forward to push a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I do mean it, though. You look ravishing." If you were standing, you'd fall down from the sudden loss of strength in your knees. "Quit it." You bat at her hand, biting the inside of your cheek.
It seemed to be a game for them, the constant barrage of love almost overwhelming. They never let you go a moment without saying something filled to the brim with adoration. You didn't dislike it, but the heat that transfers to your face every time is eventually gonna scorch a hole in your brain. Letting out another laugh, Chica stands up and picks you up, giving you a twirl. Yelping, you clutch at her arms and give a huff. "Babe, I swear to god." Glaring at her, you let out another gasp as she lifts you up like you're in an iconic scene from The Lion King. "What the fuck." "Simba!" "Chica, let me down." Roxy lets out a howl of laughter, and you blush harder. "Okay, okay." Pouting slightly, Chica places you on the ground with another kiss to your face.
Giving her another playful glare, you turn to Roxy. "What's next on the itinerary for tonight?" Smirking deviously, Roxy picks up your phone she had placed aside when she brought you, in her arms, into the room. "Movie night." They wanted to watch a movie? You'd done that many times with them. You'd also learned a lot about their tastes from the experiences. For instance, Roxy has a soft spot for Disney movies, and Chica adores Hell's kitchen. It took a lot to get that info out of Roxy, paying close attention to the twitch of her ears and the size of her pupils while scrolling through the movie selection library. For Chica, you could probably assume she'd like all things related to food. But, she actually seemed dead focused on Gordon Ramsey, and the contestants.
If she were human, she'd probably be a chef. If both of them were human. Dwelling on the thought made you a little somber. How the hell would you even find wedding dresses that are long enough to fit either of them. Actually, marriage seemed a little impossible in general. Pursing your lips, you pushed the thought away. You could fantasize about your wedding to a robotic chicken and wolf later. Well, the girls really liked Nemo. And if that wasn't fucking adorable you don't know what is. Oh! And Roxy payed rapt attention to Turbo, and did not hold back her opinions on the way each racer drove. Even the snails. Especially the snails. Huffing a laugh, you turn back to the subject at hand. "Oh, and snuggle." Roxy added. Snuggle? Well, you've done that before, sorta. Pile a bunch of things on the floor and lay together. "On the floor?" I mean, it made your back ache a little due to the absurd hardness of it, but anything is worth it in the conquest for loving snuggles. "Actually......" You turn and look at Chica with a raised brow as she gestures to the other side of the room.
"The couch?" You say, doing a double take as you peer up at Roxy with almost disbelief. There's no way you'd all fit. Not only are they giant, there's also three of you. "Yeah, the couch." Roxy smirks, sharing a glance with Chica that looked downright mischievous as she quickly made an exit from the room. Stumped, you turn a worried look to Chica. "Where's she going?" Chica only gave you a soft smile. "Places." So cheeky, you think, biting the inside of your cheek as you huff and roll your eyes. Seriously. These girls would be the death of you. Hearing the door open, you turn to- holy shit. Is that another couch? Letting out a shaky chuckle, you watch as Roxanne walks into the room with what is no doubt, her own couch. "What the fuck." Throwing a quick glance Chica's way, she doesn't even seem surprised. Had they planned this? "Language, honey." Roxy chided, playful and teasing as ever as she sat her couch facing towards Chica's couch. She pressed it forward, meshing them together in a sort of makeshift bed.
"There we go." Taking a few steps back, she appraised her work with her hands on her hips. Giving a small hum, she walks out of the room once more only to return with a bunch of plushies and a single sweater that appeared to be stolen from the Gift shop. Smiling, she dumps the plushies on the couch before walking over and shoving the sweater in your arms. "Change into this. There's no way that uniform is comfy." She had a point. Nodding, you thank her and unbutton your top, slipping the sweater on. You put it on with care, not wanting to smudge the makeup on your face. Speaking of which, you tossed a look to Chica's mirror. Oh. You look downright breathtaking. They're so cheesy. Roxy had somehow found the perfect mixture of their makeup and adorned you in both her, and Chica's colors. Comfortably snug, you felt yourself go warm. They always went above and beyond for you. Including theft. You warily looked down at the sweater, before shaking your head with a grin.
Oh, well. Technically, it's a gift. Walking over to the couch, you ponder how exactly this is going to work before Chica slips onto the couch. Roxy follows, lifting you up and placing you between them. Absolutely sandwiched, you wiggle a bit between them before they both wrap their arms around your waist and settle in close. Cheek-to-cheek with both of them, you let out a content and blissed out sigh. If this wasn't the life, then damn bitch, you must be six feet in the ground. Thinking about how you're literally winning the game of life right now, you open your phone and go to your dearly beloved pirating site. At least it's not the only theft going on tonight. These girls have definitely stolen your heart again. Scrolling through the library, you decide the reference from earlier deserved a callback, and turn on the Lion king. Ad blockers are a blessing. Smirking, you lift up the screen so all of you can see.
Chucking at your movie choice, Chica and Roxy pull back with practiced duality, and press a synchronized kiss to your face. Stunned, you almost stop breathing for a second before letting out a breathy laugh. Okay, yeah, maybe you ARE dead. It's almost impossible, how good you have it right now. You're melting. You're melting into a puddle because you have the most loving, beautiful, perfect relationship with undoubtedly the best girlfriends in the world. "I love you guys." You sigh, feeling like a puddle of goo. "We love you too, cupcake." Chica responds, while Roxy nuzzles closer to you. "We love you, even if you watch kid movies." Biting back the fact that they literally cater and perform for kids, you close your eyes and relax.
You wished this night could last forever. Even if it didn't, though, you knew you'd have many more blissful nights to come.