Five Rounds At Freddi's: The Final Round (Patreon)

A  much awaited addition to Five Rounds At Freddi’s. It’s the fifth chapter, so I had to do something climactic with this one. There’s usually five nights of those games, right? I never actually played any. Anyway, I wanted something big for it. It took me a bit to settle on what to do exactly before I got the recommendation to “go Pizza Tower on ‘em.” I wanted there to be some hint of a story and reason behind everything, but as I understand it, even the real Freddy’s games are both specific and vague about the why of everything, and nothing I came up with made enough sense to really explain and nobody had a reason to tell it. So it’s a fucked up mystery about spooky robots that might be ghosts for now.

So it’s not an ending, but it’s a closing point. I plan on more stories for the place and the cast, but it’s probably getting a bit of a pause while I figure out exactly where to go from here. It’s a decent enough ending, but I so rarely reach a really satisfying finish when I can do more with a setting. Freddi’s is popular and fun to mess with as a horror-ish fight story.

But two fics in one day! That's what I get when I've got nothing to do on a day off and a very neutral mindset to do whatever.

Brigit was more nervous than she’d ever been. Work stress was one thing, but she’d barely done anything for her job as a night watchman. The constant hauntings/beatings every night by the sadistic animatronics of Five Rounds At Freddi’s were really catching up to her. Even trying to sleep during the day, the busty blonde had trouble getting to sleep reliving the memories of being boxed by robotic pigs and skunks. Thursday into Friday had been the worst; they promised something about a final round and “one more time,” warning her of her upcoming match with the star of the bizarre playplace herself.

Even the day shift workers at the playplace thought she looked tired, sowing their casual concern for the guard. She couldn’t imagine them believing what had happened to her, so she dismissed it as her adjusting to the overnight schedule. She had resigned to her fate of getting magically beaten up every night until she could find a new job.

The chesty security guard slumped into her chair for the night, watching the unaffected employees finish up and leave while the motionless animatronics rested their tireless, gloved arms and stared back at the cameras with empty eyes. With everyone gone and things locked up, Brigit sighed and slumped into her seat. She let her chin rest on her breasts as they pushed up against her arms.

“The waiting’s the worst. Just take me now, you crazy vending machines…”

Reacting like they’d heard her, all of the boxing bots in the facility looked up at the nearest camera at once. Brigit screamed and sat upright in her chair.

“I had no idea I could do that!” she yelped as she ran to the door and slammed into it, making sure it was shut tight.

The chesty guard hastily grabbed her chair and a loose waste basket to shove against the door in a flimsy defense against the literal fighting machines. She still had no idea how they got her or where they took her, but she had to hope she could somehow keep them at bay. She took some deep breaths, trying to calm her sore and tired body as her chest heaved in her tight button-up top. She saw the light of the monitors flicker against the door in front of her, swallowing as she spared herself a glance back at the screens. As soon as she did, it was pitch black. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the light. She felt around for the door, but her hand pressed into something soft. She grimaced as the door seemed to disappear and her hand fit back inside a familiar feeling boxing glove.

“Oh come on,” she whimpered.

Something else in the darkness shoved another glove on her other hand. Strong, small hands tore at her clothes, ripping her uniform to shreds until she was completely nude. She moved her gloved hands to try and cover her tits and crotch, but a few more cool, metallic hands pushed her in the back. She stumbled forward as a spotlight shone on the empty spot ahead of her, and as soon as she passed into its light she was back in her usual sky blue boxing garb being magically forced onto her.

The lights went on around the strange room, and she was unsurprised to find that she was standing in a boxing ring. The audience was new. Brigit had heard canned laughter and distant cheers in the darkness, but this was different. The whole cast of robotic boxers surrounded the ring, from the ones that had kicked her ass before to the ones she hadn’t encountered yet. Some even looked like they’d come out of storage or the repair shop, peppered with dust or missing a few pieces.

A spotlight flashed in front of her, blinding the already bewildered Brigit. She raised a glove in front of her eyes as a high and haughty laugh rang through the room out of unseen speakers.

“Well well well! The guest of honor has arrived! I hope you’re ready for your final round at Freddi’s! And who better to give you that glorious privilege than the big bear herself? Give it up for your high and mighty (emphasis on the mighty) hostess, Freddiiii!”

The blinding light was blocked by a silhouette approaching the ring. She strolled down a runway like a model rather than a boxer, swaying her exaggerated hips of the hourglass. Even in the strong light her curves were visible, only clearing up when she stepped over the ropes. The assembled animatronics all applauded as the main mascot of the playplace posed and flexed for them. She had some flashes of metal about her joints, mostly around her hips, shoulders and elbows, but most of her was covered up by a layer of brown fur. Dark red hair hung just past her chin and pouty lips, long eyelashes giving her an exaggeratedly female look to go with her curves. She wore a tight bodysuit from her upper chest to her groin, with a low-hanging pair of trunks nearly falling off her hips at all times. A miniature top hat was pinned to her hair at a jaunty angle. The abundance of clothes emphasized her figure, doing that strange thing with certain cartoons and mascots of the more she wore the more it made her fans wonder what was going on underneath. Her long lashes batted over glowing blue eyes, and Brigit hadn’t seen her in action enough to know if that was part of her design, an unexpected quirk of the low lighting, or something more sinister.

“So you’re the new meat,” Freddi noted as she strutted up to Brigit.

She cupped a glove under the blonde’s chin, tipping her head this way and that to inspect her. The bear bot scoffed and cracked a smirk before pushing her face away dismissively.

“She’s a bit of a butterface, no? All tits, but ‘er face, you know?”

The animatronic audience laughed right on cue with their glorious leader. She paraded around in front of Brigit, shaking her ass and throwing up her gloved fists to appease the box-thirsty machines.

“Look, I have no idea what you… ‘people’ are up to here. I’m not gonna stop you. I just don’t want any part of this. I don’t fight, and I’m so fuckin’ tired of all this shit. I’m asking you to talk some sense into them.

Freddi laughed with delight. She was facing the crowd, but suddenly whirled around and suckerpunched Brigit in the stomach. She huffed as she doubled over, her heavy tits dragging her down so she went right to her knees with the wind knocked out of her.

“You stupid waste of flesh. Who do you think’s been having them do this the whole time? You don’t know the dark secrets of this delightful children’s playplace slash place for weirdos to get off! The Concussion of 2012 was in the development stages, and that was just the beginning! It sparked something in us! It let us watch! Let us wake! Let us love our jobs, am I RIGHT, ladies!?”

The furry robots shouted and whistled in agreement. Freddi grabbed Brigit by the hair, pulling her higher up to look with watery eyes into Freddi’s glowing ones.

“But it doesn’t last forever. We’re running dry. We need more life force. We need someone to disappear. You’re clearly just some hooker who thought she was good enough to get a job she could sleep through. No one will ever miss you.”

Freddi caressed a glove over Brigit’s cheek. She finally coughed some air into her lungs, peppering Freddi with some spittle. The cold machine didn’t seem to care.

“What… what are you going to do?” she asked breathlessly and wearily.

“To put it simply… I’m going to box the soul out of you.”

Freddi swung a huge cross, hard and sudden. It smacked into Brigit’s cheek, sending her spit flying again as she spun and fell on her side. The audience cheered as the blonde landed with her tits flopping to the mats beside her. The voices all started to chant, filling the room with their perfectly synchronized voices.

“Freddi’s gonna finish you! Freddi’s gonna finish you!”

Brigit took a few deep breaths, planting one elbow on the mats. She wasn’t sure what it was… maybe she was too exhausted to register the pain. Maybe Freddi wasn’t as strong as the others. Maybe all of them operating at once was spreading out their power, or she was right about their power fading over time. Maybe Brigit had gotten a thicker skin from all the beatings she’d gone through, or that it was something to do with that youtube training channel she’d been checking in on after it got recommended to her during her research.

Whatever it was, she wiped an arm over her cheek and found that it didn’t hurt as badly as she’d expected. She just wasn’t ready to catch herself. She dragged herself back up, unsteady but standing on her own two feet. When the busty bear turned back around, it was right into one of Brigit’s incoming punches. Her blue glove smashed into the bear’s fuzzy brown snout, sending her entire head spinning around like a top.

“Like HELL you are! If I’m dying, it’s not gonna be from… from a…”

Brigit took a huge breath, puffing up her breasts and empowering her run-ragged body with all the adrenaline her fear and outrage had to offer. Freddi caught her head between her gloves, blinking her glowing eyes in surprise as the lights flickered on and off. Brigit glared back at her and put up her dukes.

“I’m not gonna lose to some LOUDMOUTH BITCH WHO LOOKS LIKE CHUCK E. CHEESE’S SKANKY STEPMOM!!!”

“How dare you!” Freddi gasped, conjuring a scowl of her own.

“This is an all ages restaurant! Watch the language! ”

“Watch THIS!” Brigit said as she lunged in.

She threw a feint at Freddi’s head, making her try to block. Brigit just swept in low and drove a huge straight into her stomach. Freddi gagged comically as she doubled over, staggering backward. The audience’s cheers started to turn to concerned murmurs as the human started to actually put up a fight.

“And you’re the bunch of psychos with fursuit tits who keep punching me in the pussy! You’re the ones who aren’t so family friendly here!”

“Fair point… so don’t mind if I do!”

Freddi sent a kick straight up at Brigit’s crotch, but she had come to expect it by now. She raised her own leg, intercepting it with her knee and shoving it aside. The bear’s eyes widened as she was knocked off balance, stumbling right into Brigit’s other incoming punch. It crashed into her jaw with a distinct crunching noise, knocking her lower jaw piece off center with the force. Its one hinge hung loose from her face while the rest of it veered hard to the left. The mechanical mouth shifted around, trying to fix itself as Freddi growled. Her voice came out warped and more digitized than it had been all night.

“You insufferable little human whore! I’ll  beat you shitless and soulless for that!” the boss bear raged.

Freddi raised her gloves overhead for a downward smash, but all of Brigit’s instincts kicked in at the huge opening that left her. The guard’s eyes lit up and she rushed in like it was the only opportunity she’d get to clobber the robotic psycho. One huge punch to Freddi’s fluffy breast was all it took to cut off her attack, crushing her boob back against her metallic insides. Freddi’s glowing eyes went wide as her tit expanded to make room for all it was being pushed back into her body.

While it was enough to stun Freddi, it wasn’t enough for Brigit. She grit her teeth and unleashed a week’s worth of stress, pain and outrage on the robotic bear’s boobs. She swung as hard and fast as she could, pulverizing the jugs around until there were bits of stuffing and padded foam popping out of a few tears in her fabric skin. Brigit’s breasts were bouncing wildly from her efforts, flopping right over her tight top while Freddi’s were getting demolished. The animatronic body spasmed as her glowing eyes rolled and fluttered, looking more and more dazed as the blonde jackhammered her boobs into the ropes.One especially fierce uppercut send her breast flying up, smacking herself in the face as the stitching started to tear at the chest. Freddi reeled back, slumping against the ropes with one arm over it. Sparking noises sputtered from inside her as she struggled to hold herself up from the savage beating.

“I… you…” Freddi tried to say, her slurring and crackling voice barely escaping her busted up body.

“You are just… new flesh… for Freddi…”

“Sure,” Brigit huffed, too high on adrenaline to be tired from her massive attack.

“Then have a mouthful of THIS!”

Brigit threw a huge haymaker across Freddi’s face. With a fresh burst of sparks and plastic shrapnel, the jaw flew off her face entirely as her head whipped along with the blow. Some dark fluid, somewhere between saliva and oil, went flying as she went crumbling to the mats. The bear bot landed on her ass in the corner, arms draped over the middle ropes as her head spun. There was some heavy breathing noises and even what sounded like a heartbeat, which were strange coming from an animatronic but not the oddest thing Brigit had encountered so far.

“Th-this… this is…” Freddi muttered as she struggled just to say sitting up. There was a click from somewhere inside her head as she stared vacantly. An older, scratchy recording played instead of her normally sassy voice.

“Come on down and get punchdrunk at Freddi’s! Whether you’re learning the ropes or a regular champ, we’ll punch that frown upsiiiiidedowwwwwn…”

Freddi’s old ad faded out as her head flopped to one side, resting on her shoulder. The glow left her eyes as the animatronic actually looked like it had shut down. Brigit stared, the realization slowly sinking in as the bell rang overhead. The one that usually meant she’d just been knocked out for the night. She laughed, barely believing it as she threw her gloves up over her head. She didn’t even care that her boobs had fallen out of her overworked and undersized top.

“I did it! Holy shit! I beat Freddi! I beat ANYbody! I can’t believe it!”

She found herself flexing over the busted up old animatronic, her ego soaring over the rare win for her after so much fear and struggle.

“Wait! Since I beat their boss, the rest of these fucked up machines should be shutting down too, ri-?”

She started to look around at the animatronics in the audience. They stared at her blankly for a moment, then cut her off as they emitted shrill, 8-bit shrieks and rushed the ring. The variously familiar and half-constructed animatronics grabbed at the ropes, clambering over each other to get at her in a chaotic mess.

Virginia barreled her way to the front. The Power Pig that had beat her ass last time she was in the spooky ring shoved other boxing bots out of the way with a vicious snort.

“You’ll pay for that, tiny!” the big  bruiser growled as she threw a huge, sweeping glove at Brigit’s head.

She yelped but she ducked under the heavy, clumsy punch. The same fear and panic kicked right back in as she popped back up. She brought an uppercut with her, shooting right between the fat hog’s boobs and into the bottom of her chin. The huge boxer grunted loudly as her head bucked back, listing like it had broken her robotic neck. Virginia’s eyes fluttered as her head hung upside down, but they glared at her.

“That was a lucky shot,” the animatronic pig growled at her.

Brigit’s eyes widened as the battle-damaged Virginia pounded her with a straight to the face. She stumbled from the hard hit, but she kept her footing and leaned into her staggering. She rode the momentum back and came in low, punching hard enough into Virginia’s stomach that her arm went up near the elbow. That got the heavyweight to huff, and as soon as Brigit’s glove sprang back out of her fat she crumbled to her knees clutching her gut. Brigit gave a quick, hard kick to her dangling head that sent her crashing noisily to the mats.

“Not so fast, champ!”

Dakota the skunk slammed a glove into Brigit’s ribs with a sucker punch. It made the busty blond jerk with pain but she pivoted sharply, slamming an elbow into the purple animatronic’s tit. Dakota huffed and hugged her chest, getting her to back off. Brigit was too invested in the moment and the thought of actually beating the boxing bots to worry about why it was having trouble (or programmed enough to act like it).

“You want some too, huh!? C’mere, you cheating little stinker!”

Brigit whirled around and grabbed her by the hair. The stunned skunk was an easy target as she started pumping her arm back and forth, ramming into Dakota’s snout like a gloved jackhammer. Dakota’s head flopped around as she was rattled around. Her limbs ragdolled like her power had been cut off, but Brigit didn’t let up. She wound up and threw a hammering blow into the skunk’s eye. It wasn’t alive enough to get a black eye from it, but it was just as satisfying when Dakota went flying head over heels. She landed right across the ropes, crashing crotch first on top of it and squealing mechanically. She grabbed at her groin before sliding off the ropes and vanishing into the darkness outside the ring.

Brigit regrouped and took up her fighting stance as Cali and Carolina closed in on her. The dorky-looking ladybug threw a flurry of flailing punches at the security guard, but she only had to get her gloves in the way for the clumsy fists to bounce off her arms. She swatted them aside as she shifted and parried the short mousegirl’s glove, socking her in the cheek for some immediate payback. She backed up to get them both in front of her, rapidly smacking and blocking the fists as they came at her. Being at her pumped up peak, the beginner bots that she fought in her first nights felt way easier to predict and smack around.

Brigit flinched when she felt something grab her ankle. She looked back over her shoulder and saw a half-finished frog girl leaning in under the ropes. Both of her empty metal sockets stared vacantly at her, its feminine upper half left incomplete with part of its metal spine hanging out of its shaggy fur-lined waist. It opened its wide mouth and let out an electronic wail.

“Why are you overgrown toys all so damn creepy?!” Brigit growled just as the teamed up animatronics punched her in her bare breasts from either side at the opening.

She huffed as her boobs were mashed together, the soft and pale flesh molding together before starting to fold over one another. Brigit let out a wet cough as the wind was knocked out of her and her curvy ass was pushed back between the ropes.

…but she knew she couldn’t stop there. Brigit choked down a breath, knelt down and threw both gloves straight up, smashing both of the animatronics in the crotch. Cali and Carolina both went hopping into the air squealing as their gloves dropped to protect their robotic pussies rather than wail on Brigit. The panting blonde threw a wide hook, smashing the mouse across the face and immediately connecting with the ladybug immediately after. They both groaned and went crumbling to their knees as their legs gave out. Their faces and breasts mashed together as their eyes rolled, just for Brigit to fire off a hard straight that caught them both in the face and put them down.

The blonde turned and kicked the half-frog in the head, sending it flopping back out of the ring. A few more of the animatronics she didn’t recognize or weren’t fully built kept lurching towards her and the ring like a bunch of zombies. Brigit took a deep breath and braced herself for more, hoping that they were as weak and incomplete as they looked. Just as they let out a warcry when the ring bell clanged rapidly overhead. It echoed in Brigit’s throbbing head, but she kept her muscles tensed, ready to keep fighting and not give in…

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Brigit suddenly opened her eyes without realizing they were closed. She was back in her station in front of the security monitors, fully dressed and feeling surprisingly refreshed compared to her other nightmarish nights on duty. She rubbed her head, flinching as it took longer than expected when she realized she wasn’t wearing boxing gloves anymore.

“I did it! Holy shit, I beat those fluffy bastards! I can’t believe it!”

Brigit cackled with delight. She threw up her hands and spun around in her chair for a few rotations. She brought herself to a stop when she saw another one of the novelty napkins left on the desk. They had been her cutesy cryptic warnings on most nights. She picked up this one, with Freddi and a few of the other animatronics waving their gloved hands at the viewer. “Better luck next time!” was written across the top in colorful letters.

“Tch. You losers are the ones who’ll need AH!”

The napkin suddenly caught fire. She dropped it onto the table and dumped a splash of her water bottle on it to put it out. One last jumpscare for the road, she supposed.

Brigit went home and slept like a baby. As far as she could tell, she had literally beat up her own nightmares so she had little to worry about. She enjoyed the weekend, even treating herself to some takeout as she enjoyed a job well done. With the weird toy ghosts taken care of, the job should be a breeze.

When she went in on Monday night, there was more staff there than she expected. They were cleaning things up, but far more heavily than before. They were stacking up tables and boxing up supplies like they were packing up to move rather than close for the night. A new woman in glasses and a fancier suit than anyone Brigit had seen on the grounds was there directing things. She looked up at Brigit before checking something with the staff and approaching her.

“You must be the night watch. I’d like to have a word with you.”

Brigit gulped and followed her into the main office. The woman sat her down and looked over some papers.

“Did you happen to notice anything unusual on Friday night?”

Brigit stared just as intensely as she had been already.

“I did not,” she only half-lied. Things had been weird all week. They’d just been more enthusiastic about it on Friday night.

“Oh well. It looks like there was a power surge or a brownout or something that night, because there was some nasty electrical feedback. Most of the bots got their circuits fried and even some of the joints got burned up in the process. Nothing you’d have noticed, since it was all internal issues, so I can’t blame you for missing it.”

“Makes sense,” Brigit agreed like she understood anything.

“I know we’d just hired you, but we’re going to be closing this Five Rounds facility. You’ll be paid 75% of your paycheck for the next several weeks until we reopen.”

Brigit smiled. She couldn’t believe her luck! She’d beaten her haunted or hacked or whatever the fuck they were attackers and was getting paid to stay at home. At least…

“Wait. You’re reopening? Like this same place?”

“Something like that. We can’t really open with all of our animatronics busted, so we’re shutting down. As long as we’re closed, we’ll be making some upgrades we’ve been meaning to do for some time now. It’s a lucky coincidence, really. We can update their programming, give them even better performance, and break out some new models we had in mind. Of course, we’ll have to do some remodeling of the facility while we’re at it to make room for them all. It’s not like we don’t get enough business here to expand the roster..”

The manager flashed some of the papers proudly. There was a musclebound sheep built like a bodybuilder. A sheep dog with pornographically huge breasts. Others were overly cutesy and anime looking. All of them dressed up for boxing. Birigit gulped as she imagined each of them coming after her in the nights to come. The manager just smiled confidently.

“You really joined us at a great time, Brigit. You get an early vacation, and then you get to see the brand new facility! I can tell you’ll fit right in with this company. You got the Five Rounds of Freddi’s spirit, and it just seems to follow you everywhere you go.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Brigit mewled.