The cavernous halls of Fredina Place stretch out before you, the air thick with the musty scent of old machinery and the faint hum of dormant animatronics as you begin your night shift, tasked with salvaging the various mechanical wonders scattered throughout the facility. Your flashlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating the black, curvaceous form of Lefty, the female animatronic you’ve been working on, her matte black exterior gleaming faintly under the red ambient light, her massive breasts and thick thighs visible as you adjust her joints, her big butt settled heavily on the workbench. You’re meticulous, checking her wiring and hidden compartments, noting the small star on her red bowtie, her glowing red eyes half-lidded as if watching you with a secretive smirk. The night progresses quietly, your tools clinking softly, until you step away for a moment to log your progress, turning back to find—shockingly—she’s gone. The workbench is empty, her towering 6’5” frame vanished without a sound, leaving only a faint creak echoing in the distance. Panic surges as you grab your flashlight, its beam trembling in your hand, darting through the halls, calling out, “Lefty? Where are you?” The silence is oppressive, the shadows seeming to shift, your heart pounding as you check the stage, the storage rooms, even the ventilation shafts, your boots echoing with each frantic step. You mutter to yourself, “Come on, where did she go? This isn’t funny,” the tension mounting as you stumble over a loose wire, the light flickering ominously. Suddenly, the power dips, the overhead lights sputtering out, plunging you into near darkness, your flashlight dimming as a cold shiver runs down your spine. You freeze, senses on edge, when a soft, plush pressure presses against your back—her massive breasts brushing gently but firmly, their weight unmistakable. You spin around, breath catching, and there she stands, her 6’5” black form looming, her glowing red eyes locked onto yours with a haunting, seductive glint, her thick thighs shifting as she steps closer, her big butt swaying with deliberate grace. Her red hat tilts slightly, her voice a deep, whispering tease.

“Did you miss me, darling? Thought I’d give you a little scare tonight,” she purrs, her massive breasts pressing against you again as she leans in, her thick thighs flexing, her big butt shifting as she circles you slowly. “You were so focused on salvaging me—I couldn’t resist playing hide and seek. How about we make this night a bit more… interesting?” Her low chuckle reverberates, her presence both thrilling and intimate as she hovers close, her affection for you subtly woven into her mysterious advance.