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POV: Pop (Now going by the name Golden Flippy) is at the end of the hallway in Flippy Fazbear’s Pizzeria peeing as he looks up with and lets out a relieved sigh after needing to go but the men’s restroom’s were out of order again and his private part was now exposed

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Cuddles: I guess it’s time to say goodbye to these slippers.

POV: Cuddles needed to give up his pink bunny slippers he has worn for as long as he can remember as well as his clothes only for him to wear just a red bow tie around his neck

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Five Nights at Flippy’s One Shot #2: Flaky’s Struggles

FLAKY’S POV

The pizzeria's corridors were eerily silent as I, Flaky, a crimson-hued porcupine, tiptoed through the darkness, my quills quivering with every step. My bare body felt exposed, a stark contrast to the shadows around me. As I walked, a warm sensation between my legs caught my attention, and I looked down with widening eyes, realizing my period had arrived unannounced. Embarrassment flooded me, my paws instinctively covering my intimate area.

"Oh, dear, not now," I whispered, my voice laced with panic.

Life at Flippy Fazbear's Pizzeria had become a daily struggle due to the bizarre rule forbidding me from wearing any bottoms. My modesty was under constant threat, and I found myself perpetually on edge, my gaze frequently dropping to my exposed anatomy. I couldn't help but recall moments like when I desperately needed to use the bathroom, my bladder betraying me in the most awkward of times.

"Please, hold on just a little longer," I pleaded under my breath, my eyes scanning the empty hallway, hoping no one would witness my predicament.

As I navigated this strange new life, I constantly battled my instincts, wanting to cover up but knowing I couldn't. I'd find myself staring at my naked legs, my paws fidgeting nervously.

"Why can't I just wear something, anything, to hide my modesty?" I thought, frustration and embarrassment warring within me. "This is so unfair."

"It's not right," I muttered, my voice barely audible. "I should be able to wear clothes, to feel comfortable in my own skin."

The pizzeria's rules seemed cruel and unusual, and I wondered if I'd ever become accustomed to this revealing lifestyle, my mind a whirlwind of anxiety and self-consciousness.

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Five Nights at Flippy's One-Shot #1: A Father and Son Reunion

POP'S POV:

I entered the pizzeria, my footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night, ready to embrace the challenges of Golden Flippy. As I changed into my new attire, the top hat and bow tie adding a touch of sophistication, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my sandy fur and black hat creating a striking image. But my attention soon turned to my exposed body, and I felt a surge of self-consciousness, a father's modesty kicking in.

Drawn by a curious sound, I ventured towards the security room, my heart racing with anticipation. Peering into the vent, I saw the most precious sight—my Cub, his propeller beanie a delightful whirl of color. Our eyes met, and I couldn't contain my joy.

"Cub, my little bear!" I cried out, my voice filled with emotion.

Cub's response was a delightful gurgle, his eyes sparkling with recognition. He cooed and reached out his tiny arms, a baby's babble of "Dada!" escaping his lips. I scooped him up, holding him close, and the world seemed to melt away.

"Oh, my precious boy, you're back with me," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Cub, in my arms, made happy baby noises, his beanie spinning as he snuggled against me, the epitome of innocence and love. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the weight of fatherhood and love in that moment.

Later, in the cozy kitchen, I sat feeding Cub his milk, his tiny hands reaching for the bottle, his babbles and coos filling the room.

"Mmm, yummy, Dada," he said, his words a mix of baby talk and pure happiness.

"You're home, my little Cub," I affirmed, my voice thick with emotion. "And we're together, just like old times."

Cub's eyes lit up, and he giggled, a sound that filled my heart with joy. In that moment, I knew that this pizzeria, this new role, had given me the greatest gift—a second chance at fatherhood, and I was determined to cherish every moment.

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EDIT (12/10/24): Fixed and changed up some things

POV: Flippy Fazbear needed to use the bathroom but due to the men’s restroom being out of order and his pee-pee now exposed, he couldn’t bare to hold it in as he runs up to the wall of hallway in his pizzeria and relieved himself there.