Friday night. Exactly 12:00 at night.

Jared had just fifteen hours before he visited Willow and her kids at Fred-Bare's Strip Club. He was undeniably excited. It was obvious by the way he eagerly walked into the office and danced and sang to a joyful tune.

There was something attractive about Willow that Jared loved. Maybe it was her beautiful purple hair or her rosy cheeks...or her joyful attitude towards life despite its twists and turns. Or maybe her good looks despite her probably being in her thirties…

The thing is, Jared had never dated anyone before. He was really excited to actually get to know someone who found HIM attractive. Besides the robots, they didn't count.

Whatever the reason, Jared found himself ecstatic but nervous at the same time. Willow had kids, what the hell would they think if they saw her with another man? They probably knew about Jared, but he didn't know that for sure. For all he knew, her kids would think he was some sort of stalker, lying in wait to spring out and do explicit things to them.

Jared shook the thought from his mind for now, and focused on getting through his sixth night. Getting to his office, he sat down and listened for the phone to ring. Indeed it did a moment later, and he pressed the pound key, ready for his nightly message.

"Hello! What the fuck are you DOING, you dumbass!? Didn't you get the fucking memo!? The place is closed, for god knows how long! Someone used this suit, a yellow one in the back, and now none of the girls are acting right at ALL! Ugh...look, j-just get through this last shift. It's safer than trying to get out NOW. When the place eventually opens again, I'll take the night shift. We have an event scheduled for tomorrow, so be ready. It's a birthday...a KID'S birthday party. For some reason. You'll be on the day shift, so wear your uniform and let us know if something goes awry. And make sure those fuckers don't go anywhere near the kids! I don't trust those stupid things.

"Oh, well. Good night, I guess."

Click!

Jared sighed. "Looks like I've got day shift tomorrow," he said.

He drew out a long breath. He took the Freddie mask, and donned it for the time being. He inhaled its sweet scent, giving him feelings of comfort and safety. The redhead grinned, and shut his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.

The redhead kicked his feet up and listened to a steady stream of air flowing through the vents above him. The white noise helped him think, creating a peaceful atmosphere. He looked around, and his eyes stopped at the pictures Willow's children had drawn. They were simplistic, yet told vivid stories. One was of Freddie singing on a stage wearing a tuxedo. Another was of Chickie serving a pizza to a child and her friend. And there was one of a yellow bear biting off a kid's...head?

"The hell?" Jared asked, rubbing his eyes. Upon closer glance, it was just a poorly drawn picture of Freddie leaning over a child and kissing him.

Jared shifted in his seat. He wasn't exactly sure what to think of that.

The redhead sniffed, and picked up his tablet. He switched it on, and a flickering image of the girls in the repair room came to life. He switched between different cameras, getting a good view of everyone in their proper places.

Then he got an eyeful of something bizarre. In the Parts and Service room sat a busted purple Freddie. She sat naked in the room, a microphone in hand and leaning up against the wall with her legs spread. A thin stream of oil was clearly present running from between her legs to the tiled ground. Two white irises filled her empty eye sockets, just like The Maryonette. Her jaw hung open, as if stuck in a silent scream. Her breasts were drenched in grime, and her pussy looked as if it was intended to look unshaved. Wires poured from several holes splattered across her body.

Her eyes were pointed at the camera.

Jared, upon seeing this girl, blinked several times, and shut off the monitor. He turned it on again and looked for the purple bear, but she was gone.

He put the tablet down and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not getting enough sleep," he muttered.

"Is that so?" came a deep voice behind him. Jared's eyes opened wide as he looked behind his chair to find the purple Freddie standing erect.

Jared gasped. "Holy shit!" he yelled, "Who are YOU!?"

"You can just call me Shadow," the bear said, "But enough chit-chat. Let's get freaky!"

She turned his chair around so he was facing her. She was about a foot or so taller than Jared, with magnificent curves and big breasts. But what really stood out about her was her body as a whole. Jared could see right through it, as if her entire body was nothing more than just a shadow attached to a wire frame. Her hat, bow tie and eyes were the only things that weren't translucent on her.

He was inexplicably unable to move. He tried to wiggle in his seat, but nothing happened. He was completely immobile. His heart began to race as he felt helplessness overwhelm him.

"Oh! What name should I scream when you fuck me?" she asked.

Jared gulped. "J-Jared," he said, somehow emitting speech without opening his mouth.

"Nice ring to it," Shadow said.

Shadow kneeled down so her head was at waist level with Jared. She stuck her hands out, and undid his belt buckle. She slipped his work pants off along with his boxers. Jared felt her fur clearly rubbing against his skin as she did, but she didn't look at all like a physical being. She felt like nothing more than a ghost.

"Nice cock," Shadow commented, "Can't wait to see what it does!" She eagerly stood up and sat on Jared's lap, facing him. His cock was quickly engulfed by Shadow's translucent lips, and he watched in total discomfort as it happened. He could just make out her juices as they flowed smoothly down his length inside of her. He felt like retching, but his body was so stiff he didn't even bother trying. The shadowy bear whined and purred, feeling his manhood bang her slit repeatedly. Her fluid motions satisfied herself, as Jared didn't really feel anything except discomfort. The redhead drew in a quick breath, not knowing what was happening, or for that matter, what would happen next.

Shadow threw her head back and squealed erotically. Jared stared wide-eyed at a puddle of black fluid spilling out of her vagina. He tried to yell out, jump in shock, ANYTHING, but an invisible force kept him from even blinking. He simply looked up at Shadow, then down to the puddle forming around his crotch. The black liquid slowly creeped over his thighs and dripped down from his bare legs onto the floor, creating a big mess. Jared inhaled a sharp scent, smelling like mold and gasoline. He suddenly feared just exactly what Shadow was ejaculating.

"Calm down," Shadow giggled, as if watching Jared stare at her wide-eyed were some sort of joke, "It's just oil!"

Jared swallowed hard. He really wasn't sure what to do. All he really could do was wait for Shadow to be satisfied, then try to struggle later.

"You're cute when you're helpless!" Shadow chuckled, playfully grabbing his cheek. Jared wanted desperately to bite her hand if he could only move his head, but absolutely nothing happened. Shocker.

"You're so good, I might have to call in a few of my friends!" Shadow said cheerfully, then slid off of his crotch into the humongous puddle on the ground. Jared sat perfectly still, not wanting to move even if he was able to. He wasn't sure what Shadow's intentions were or what her friends wanted, but he was certain things weren't looking too good for him.

Jared watched in horror as Shadow returned with two empty suits. One looked exactly like Freddie, except her fur was shaded yellow in some places. Her body was littered with holes, just like Freddie. Atop her head, she wore the same top hat Freddie did. Her body was perfect, her curves looking almost identical to that of a real woman's. The other resembled Toy Bunnie, but her whole body was black except for her irises and teeth. Her body dripped with black fluid, creeping over her mechanical body and acting as an artificial flesh. Her body was just as beautiful as Golden Freddie's, if not better. Her fluids dripped slowly over her breasts, shining in the dim lights of the office. Her whole body was creating puddles on the floor.

"These are my friends," Shadow explained, "You can call HER Golden Freddie," she said, motioning toward the bot on the left, "And you can call HER R.X.Q."

Jared struggled to speak. He managed to muffle the name "R.X.Q.?" as if to ask, "What kind of name is THAT?"

"No questions!" Shadow punctuated, "Now fuck them! DO IT!"

The two girls blinked, looked at each other, then eyed Jared like a piece of candy. They lunged toward him, knocking him out of his chair and letting him fall to the floor. They tore off all his clothes, knowing well he couldn't do a damned thing about it, and prepared to be fucked themselves.

Golden Freddie was the first to go. She got on her hands and knees, examining Jared's pulsating length. She leaned into it, allowing her mouth to explore it, all the while inhaling its scent. Jared was very visibly uncomfortable, but there was little to nothing he could do to stop her. She finally let her mouth engulf it, getting the entirety of it within her jaws. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat, to which she responded by jerking her head back, and putting it back where it originally was. She began slurping away at his length, each moment finding just how much she liked this. Eventually, she decided a blowjob wasn't enough for her, and she got up and slipped her pussy onto his cock. Jared stayed still while Golden Freddie pounded her slit on Jared's penis. He breathed heavily, feeling aroused but also terrified. Her breasts bounced in tune to her rhythmic pulses. Jared so badly wanted to get up and put his mouth around her round, luscious tits, but was clearly unable to.

Eventually, the yellow bear made a noise in between a purr and a squeak, and a steady stream of red began to flow out of her pussy. Jared watched in disgust as he realized she wasn't cumming oil like Shadow.

She was cumming BLOOD.

It didn't seem to bother her, though. She blinked her empty eyes, and smiled wide at Jared. Jared, obviously, responded with nothing more than a blank stare. The yellow bear continued smiling as she stood up, getting off of him.

Suddenly, the oily rabbit came over. She got on all fours, too, this time her rear end pointed way up in the air. Her black tail wiggled rhythmically, seducing Jared further. She blinked her glowing white eyes, pointed directly at Jared. She crawled closer to the redhead, cupping her dripping breasts in both hands. She half-closed her eyes, jiggling her bare chest in her hands as she squeezed them. Jared took in another deep breath, hoping she would do something with her breasts. Indeed she did, for her next move was to surround his cock with her breasts and give him a titjob. She began a slow, steady pace, picking up her breasts and dropping them. Jared felt his cock twitch, and precum forming at the tip. R.X.Q.'s fucking methods may have been simple, but they were erotic nonetheless. She held onto her round, squishy tits as she picked up her pace. Jared let out a breath, finally feeling a slight hint of his own arousal. The exhalation felt like it bounced off all of the walls, echoing inside of Jared's ears but not seeming to bother any of the girls. Inside his body, he felt small tingles prodding him, forcing him to show some movement. He couldn't, obviously, so the only thing he managed to do was squeak sharply as he felt his body thrust involuntarily as he ejaculated. R.X.Q. blinked her glowing eyes, and slurped up what she could of Jared's cum. The redhead felt a strange sensation around his crotch that he hadn't previously noticed, but when R.X.Q. got up, he realized why. Her black fluids were dripping all over his body.

The redhead began to panic, as he realized none of these girls were like the others. Shadow was translucent, Golden Freddie was a literal zombie, and R.X.Q. was nothing more than ink slathered over a ghostly image.

Who were these girls?

"I know you want to move, Jared," Shadow said, "But you have to understand we can't let anything BAD happen. We need to warn you about the future."

"What future!?" Jared yelled through a closed mouth, "What the fuck are you DOING to me!?"

"Shh!" R.X.Q. harshly shushed. Jared worriedly shut his mouth.

"We're keeping you from inescapable danger," Shadow said, "Please. Don't go to Fred-Bare's Strip Club tomorrow. We're apparitions of the future, something that can only be avoided if you just don't go."

Jared swallowed hard. "B-but...why? What's going to happen?"

"SHH!" R.X.Q. hushed again, this time a little louder.

"That won't matter," Shadow said, taking off her hat, "If you just don't go tomorrow."

Jared breathed in sharply. He felt R.X.Q.'s liquids slide over his body, beginning to encase him. The redhead shrieked, feeling the ooze squish and bend over his limbs, clearly sentient. He watched in horror as it also encased the girls, but faster. After a while, they were all encased in the ooze, and they melted away into the floor. The black fluid creeped up Jared's chest, squeezing him tight. He tried to breathe, but something was keeping him from taking in a breath. Horrified, he struggled in the growing black mucus, ultimately failing to escape. The warm, black, sticky liquid soon enveloped his chin, curling up around his face. It swallowed his mouth and ears, and headed straight for his eyes and nose. He shut his eyes, not expecting them to open ever again. He felt the black slime creep over his entire body, and he felt all his systems shut down.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes to reveal The Maryonette's face. Her smile remained as she took in deep breaths at Jared's awakening.

"Oh, thank GOD!" she cried, "I was so scared! I thought you were going to die!"

Jared blinked. "Wh...what happened?"

"You fainted for a long time," The Maryonette explained, "I heard my music run out, and then I went to find you. I saw that you were asleep, so I tried to wake you by giving you a kiss. But...you wouldn't wake up. And I got extremely frightened."

Jared took in a deep breath. "You...you were really scared?" "I was MORTIFIED!" The Maryonette said, clutching her hands to her chest, "But I'm so happy you're alright!"

Jared rubbed his forehead. "God, I'm sweating…"

The Maryonette giggled gleefully. "But you're alive! And that's all that matters!"

Jared smiled. "Yeah…" he said.

The Maryonette looked around, specifically looking for someone who might be listening. She sat down on the table, facing Jared. "Hey, Jared!" she said, "I have to tell you something. Something I haven't told anyone else…"

"I'm listening…" Jared whispered.

The Maryonette hesitated. "I'm...I'm a ghost."

"Yes, I'm a ghost possessing a sex doll. I know it sounds strange, but I trust only you with this information." Jared startled. "What!?" he asked, surprised, "Oh...I guess that makes sense." The Maryonette groaned. "Well, you see, I'm...I'm also a male ghost."

Jared's mouth flopped open like a mailbox. "So...so...I f-f-fucked a...a DUDE!?"

"I know, I know!" The Maryonette said, "But I have the mind of a woman. I WANT to fuck other guys. I ENJOY getting a maintenance check, maybe more than I should. I AM a girl, Jared, whether my body looks it or not."

Jared wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. "So...who are you, then? I mean, what's your real name? Do you remember it?"

The Maryonette paused. "Jasper Afton."

Jared's eyes popped open. "Y-you're...you're Willow's husband! The one who died in a car accident!"

"Yes!" Jasper confirmed, "I see her work here! I try to let her know it's me, but I think she doesn't notice!" "Because you're not her husband anymore!" Jared explained, "No wonder she hasn't noticed yet!"

Jasper looked down at her legs swinging off the desk. "Yeah," she muttered, "To be honest...I'm nervous. I don't know what she's gonna think of me when or if I tell her I'm possessing a fucking puppet!"

Jared nodded in sympathy. "It DOES sound a bit far-fetched. But just tell her! I'm almost positive she'll understand and love you just like she used to!"

The Maryonette tapped a slender finger to her chin in thought. "Okay," she agreed, "I'll tell her. Sunday morning, when she gets here, I'll tell her EXACTLY what I am. Thanks, Jerry!" She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm here to help!" Jared replied, smiling.

Jasper floated up from the table, and began to leave the room. She turned around just as she reached the hallway. "And just in case this is the last time I'll see you," she said, "Goodbye, Jared! I love you!"

Jared's smile persisted. "I love you too, Jasper."

The puppet's eternal smile seemed genuine this time, as if it weren't just carved in as a prop. She winked at him, and floated off into the darkness of the hallway.

Jared sighed, the dream still stuck in his head. "Damn," he whispered to himself, "I was DREAMING? The fuck was THAT all about?"

He leaned back in his chair, wondering if Shadow really WAS warning him of future events. What could possibly happen if he showed up at Fred-Bare's Strip Club for one particular birthday party? It's not like it would be the end of the entire world...right? It wasn't as if lives hung in the balance...and even if they did, it really depended on whose they were.

"I'm quoting Calvin and Hobbes," Jared thought to himself as he became self-aware of his own thoughts.

With just two hours left of his shift, Jared decided to continue doing his job. He winded the music box, and checked to see if everyone was in their proper place. Indeed they were, for half of all the girls he had sex with were in the repair shop. Jared hoped for all their sakes that he wasn't responsible for that.

Jared turned off his tablet. He leaned back in his chair, looked around for a while, then slowly fell asleep where he sat.

. . .

"WAKE UP!"

Jared sat up quickly and panicked. "FUCK!" he yelled, "What happened!? Where am I?"

"You fell asleep on the FUCKING JOB!? What the fuck is WRONG with you!?"

Jared blinked his groggy eyes, and they widened as they focused on the screaming girl.

It was Friday.

"Oh, shit!" he cried, "I'm so sorry about that! I-I was jus-"

"Don't give me that!" Friday yelled, "I'm not in the mood to deal with this bullshit! Thanks to you, I have to work the night shift tonight! All the girls are being taken out of repair, which means they're free to roam ANYwhere they want! So thanks a lot, asshole!"

Jared shrank in his seat with every emphasized syllable Friday spat. He looked around frantically, hoping someone would vouch for him, but nobody came.

"I'm...I'm sorry?" he tried again. Not that sorry was worth much at this point, but he thought it was worth at least another shot.

"Get the fuck out of here," Friday groaned, rubbing her temples. Jared got up, too scared to say anything else. He quietly walked out of the office, watching the brunette sit down in the swivel chair and glance at a couple of the papers on the desk.

"Umm…" Jared said as he stood in the hall, "Is there...any way I could take that shift for you tonight?"

"No," Friday muttered, "Willow's orders. Get out."

Jared sighed. "Well...goodbye, I guess…"

. . .

Jared dialed the number anxiously, and put the receiver up to his ear. Sweat beads trickled down his forehead as he recited what he was going to say.

"Hello?"

"Willow! Hi!" Jared greeted cheerfully. He tugged nervously on the collar of his shirt. "Listen! Uh...I don't think...I don't know if I want to go to the party today."

Silence on the other end of the line. "What?"

"I know it sounds like bullshit, but I had a hallucination last night telling me not to go. I'm listening to my gut. I can't go."

"Oh…" Willow said, clearly disappointed, "Okay...well, I'll let you know how it works out! See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure!" Jared told her, "Hey! Tell that Friday girl that she has the day off! I'm comin' in for the night shift tonight!"

"Okay!" Willow agreed, "I'll tell her! See you!"

The two hung up, and Jared sighed with relief. He was so worried Willow would be pissed off at him for doing this. But he had already told her he had been having hallucinations recently, so it didn't seem too far-fetched that he would get one that warned of terrible outcomes.

The redhead jumped into his bed and shut off the light. He went to sleep, preparing for his shift the next night.

. . .

The party went amazingly. Nothing went wrong except for when one of Willow's daughters tried to stuff her son into the mouth of a robot. She stopped them, and the party continued to thrive.

Everyone went home satisfied. Everyone except Willow, who was a little disappointed her work partner didn't show up, but she could respect his decision to stay home.

She knew her voices were always right…

. . .

Jared walked into the building the next night, and he squinted in the darkness of the factory. He waved his arms around, trying to find the light switch. Normally, it wasn't too dark in there, but for some reason the room was darker than usual. Probably because the office at the end of the hallway was always lit, and thus supplied light to other parts of the building through the corridor. But the whole building was dark.

Jared felt himself walk into something warm and soft. He put his hands on it, and felt a massive amount of fur. The lights turned on, and Jared blinked. His hands were directly on Toy Freddie's chest.

"Well, there," she said smugly, "Getting handsy a tad early, are we now?"

Jared looked around. The whole room was full of all the girls Jared had fucked during the week.

"You ready?" she asked.

Jared grinned. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Hopefully this works this time. The first time the system fucked up, I was so mad that I kil-hm? What did you-OH! SHIT! Uh-hi! I hope you enjoyed reading! See you! Feel free to message me! Bye!