Donuts ( FNAF 2 Fritz X Reader )

Donuts

"Aw geez..." Fritz looked down at the ground. Donuts were scattered in front of him, along with the box he had dropped when he collided with a random stranger. "Perfectly good donuts, gone to waste..." He said to himself with a frown.

"I'm so sorry!" He looked up. The person he collided with was a young girl/guy. She/He squatted down and started to gather up all the donuts. "I'll buy you some more," they offered. Fritz scratched the back of his head.

"Nah, it's fine, I'll get some more myself," he said as he sat on the ground. He helped the stranger pick up the donuts. Once all the donuts were put back in the box, Fritz dropped it in a near by trash can.

"Come on." The stranger gently grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going?!" Fritz was a bit alarmed. This person could be a serial killer for all he knew.

"The donut shop, duh!" They answered.

"S-Slow down!" He was obviously not in the best shape to run. Fritz had always been a big boy, and running ( or any kind of exercise ) wasn't really his forte.

By the time they arrived at the donut shop, Fritz was sweating, and trying to catch his breathe. He wiped a few droplets of sweat from his forehead.

"Did we...really have...to run...the whole way?" He managed to say between each breathe. The stranger giggled.

"Nah, but it's good exercise." Fritz pouted a bit. He watched as they stood in line for the donuts.

"Y'know..." Fritz began as he stood beside them. "I never did get your name."

"[Y/N], what's yours?"

"Fritz, Fritz Smith," he said with a cheery smile.

Finally, [Y/N] ordered the donuts for Fritz. She/He stuck a small piece of paper in the box before handing it to him.

"See ya around, Fritz," they said with a wave. Fritz watched [Y/N] leave, a bit sad. He wondered if he would see them again. The ginger placed the box down on a table, and removed the lid. He pulled out the note his new friend had left and unfolded it. Fritz smiled. It was [Y/N]'s phone number.