“Can I fuck you, Ramona?” He asked.
“Pretty sure you just did,” I sighed in a daze, loopy afterglow. Frankie maneuvered himself in the ball pit until I could see his hips and crotch. A hand went to his pants and unzipped. Then he pushed the fabric down and my eyes bugged.
“What is that!” I was almost afraid to look at the thing. Okay, I wasn’t afraid at all but the damn ball pit was making it difficult. I think I saw flashing lights.
“It’s my cock,” Frankie said chipperly, a smile on his face. I blanched.
“Why the fuck do you have a cock!” I screamed.
“Of course, I have a cock,” he yelled back in confusion, matching my decibels. “Gus is a bad guy but he’s not amonster!” Frankie looked horrified.
“Gus gave you a cock?” I asked in equal parts fascination and horror. Frankie shrugged and began eyeing between my legs. “No,” I said. “No way.”
“What?” Frankie asked in dejection, his ears turning downward, his eyes almost looking capable of tears. It was odd with all the gore smeared over him. Oh my god, his eyes were actually watering. Which just made my trepidation about fucking a possessed animatronic even stronger.
“I’m not fucking you until I know what exactly I’m fucking,” I said. Then I frowned. Wait, why am I a-okay fucking a mass murdering animatronic?
“Oh!” Frankie was back to being cheery as he rose up a little higher in the ball pit to begin showing off his cock. It was rainbow metallic with flashing light bumps on the side and it was big.
“It can even vibrate,” he said in pride, flicking the tip with a metal claw. I heard it ding. My legs snapped shut as my mouth fell open.
8
Aloud noise distracted me from thoughts of having sex with Frankie. The metal partition was being lifted up. I heard the sigh of Gus and shifted to the edge of the net cage, peering above the rainbow balls I was swimming in.
Gus was bent over, fiddling with the lock for the metal grate.
He was already back? The clock in here still said it was the middle of the night. I guess he suspected Frankie to have easily killed us all by now. Body cleanup probably required this sort of witching hour, to avoid people getting suspicious of all the garbage bags shaped like humans being carted from Frankie’s Funhouse.
Though what did I know? Maybe that was normal and he was just here to get an early start. It was going to take a lot of cleanup and I certainly wasn’t going to help. Officially, I might still be a Funhouse employee but body cleanup was definitely janitorial and I had never agreed to that.
Gus pocketed the lock and pulled up the grate.
The very thing I was freaking out about at the start of this night, was what I now wanted badly.
“Frankie,” I whispered. “I need you to kill Gus again. More permanently would be ideal.”
“I can’t,” Frankie wheezed. I twisted around with an incredulous look.
“Nowis when you get squeamish about murder?”
“What? No,” he dismissed before sighing. “I can’t kill Gus. It’s not that I don’t want to, Ican’t. I was lucky to have hurt him at all earlier. I think it was because he was caught off guard and wasn’t sure what to do with you in the room.”
“What would happen if you tried?” I asked.
“He can control me. Turn me off, make me kill. He’s going to make me kill you,” Frankie said in a panic, zipping himself back up his suit pants.
“Frankie?” Gus called out, trying to locate him. Frankie’s eyes shifted back and forth, indicating he was nervous. He was also breathing heavily despite not needing to breathe.
“Frankie, where the fuck are you? Those damn kids.” We could hear his voice drifting around the place as he walked through the maze of games. “Thirty kids running around the mall with no parents in sight. The police are probably already on the way because they all had very interesting things to say about being at the Funhouse, Frankie wielding a chainsaw, and one of the employees screaming at them to run.” Frankie grabbed my hand, looking at me with big eyes. He was scared and this asshole Gus was to blame. Slowly I pulled us out of the ball pit and into the room.
The only things I had on were the rainbow sock thigh highs, the clown collar, and the hot pink crop top. My coochie being on full display wasn’t an ideal way to enter potential combat.
“Frankie!” Gus yelled. I heard a door in the back open up and Gus went stomping back there. I moved towards the entrance but Frankie halted, not moving an inch outside the store.
“Will you stop it!” I yanked on Frankie but he wouldn’t budge.
“We got to go now, Frankie.”
