Floating, vision spinning, body twitching of exhaustion. Aspen had finally returned to the comfort of her own home, laying amongst her soft, silky bedding.Nothing in the world could compete.
She had earned the Head Security position by working days on end, devoting her entire life and more to Fazbear Entertainment. She often felt as if she had to earn a spot in her own bed, too.
Phone silenced rather than dinging in continual, her ponderous, baggy eyes closed, allowing her body to get many moments of appreciated peace and quiet.
Her brain, however, was neither.
Reminiscing on the many times she had spent with Monty made her wish that he wasn't an animatronic who required a charging station, but a human who could share a bed. Someone who could rest beside her, to come home and spend quality time with her.
The Gator wasn't an overly 'quality time' kind of guy. Sure, there have been plenty of times where the two would sit and communicate about her life. Not much interested him about that, though— he'd rather a smokin' hot body or some lonely moms to wander into his Green Room.
On the other hand was Freddy Fazbear, a frequent quality time spender with easy manners and a large, metal heart; one too big for his body.
Maybe there wasn't as large a dynamic between them as Aspen and Montgomery, but they certainly cared about one another in their different ways.
Draping one leg out of the blankets and rolling over onto her side, she let out a small groan and closed her eyes tighter.
Sleep had passed her by easily, taking control of her consciousness and knocking her into a warm world of tinted black.
A repeated alarm stripped her from many hours of sleep. Its constant, annoying song replayed itself within her mind, almost feeling dreamy; though she cursed and picked up her phone groggily.
First, her eyes required adjustment— the light struck her face from between the blinds' cracks. As wonderful as it was to see the sun, given the Pizzaplex goes without windows, it could wait.
But upon looking at the highly lit screen, she saw that it wasn't an alarm after all— it was a phone call. Oscar's contact name scrolled along the phone, Oscar Cell, and she knew immediately to answer.
Throat groggy and tired from sleep, she picked up with a flirtatious yet mumbly, "it's not every day you get a call from Oscar Fowler, hm?"
His laugh, one that echoed and could light up a room, filled her ears and stomach with tingling butterflies. "Someone sounds tired. Have a good sleep?" He questioned her kindly.
Oscar, while an occasional a one-night stand, was also always a friend. Thankfully, the two had never become awkward given all that they know about each other.
"For the first time in a while," she joked, eyes crinkling with humour as they shared a sympathized laugh. "Why'd you call? You must be at work."
A sigh escaped his lips as he responded, "yeah, taking over the night shift. You know, usually I don't work these; so you're going to have to assure me on some things."
Fuck, had she honestly slept so long? Through all hours of the day and into his night shift?
"Of course," she said sweetly, though mentally cursed herself for her sleep schedule, "I know it can be stressful. Keep your flashlight on, some areas are darker than others. I know I gave you a keycard for my office, so if you run low on batteries, run up there and grab some. Nothing should be a problem. The Animatronics are easy-going; though run over to El Chip's and make sure everything's shut off, alright? We don't need a fire."
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