On the Other Line (phone guy x reader)

Snooping

The car ride to Scott's house was quiet. I would try to jumpstart conversation but he wouldn't answer with enough to keep it going. I missed the old Scott. I didn't understand why he was mad at me.

After 10 minutes, we arrived at Scott's house. The both of us walked in and he turned on the TV. I sat on the couch, and Scott looked at the spot next to me. It was as if he didn't even want to be near me...

"I'll be right back, Y/N." I sighed as Scott walked out of the room. I hoped that watching the show would turn him back to normal. I missed my friend. Maybe it was because of Vincent.

It had now been 20 minutes and Scott had still not returned. The show was about to start and I was getting nervous he was going to stand me up. I knew I was at his house, but it seemed as if he was avoiding me at all costs. I decided to get up from the couch and search for him, in case something was wrong.

I went upstairs first. I checked the bathroom and the lights were off. Scott was not in there, the next place I checked was his laundry room, it was empty. There was another door next to the laundry room and I opened it. It was Scott's room. I hesitated to go inside, because I didn't want to snoop, but maybe it would reveal why Scott was avoiding me.

No sign of Scott in his bedroom, so I decided to take a look around. Everything looked normal, just a plain bedroom, something I would've expected from him. The one thing that caught my eye was his nightstand. I don't know why, but I was eager to check inside of the drawers. Maybe there's a phone and I can see if anyone said something about me...I looked back at the door to double check for Scott and I saw nothing. I walked over to his nightstand and opened his drawers.

What I had saw was incredibly strange. It was a napkin with writing on it. It seemed to be a conversation between two different people, as I noticed the hand writing was different. They must've been doing this at Freddy's. The napkin was a Freddy Fazbear one, and I decided to read the conversation on it.

Mike did you get this

Yeah why are you writing on a napkin

I have a question but I can't ask it out loud

Why not -_-

Cause I don't want anyone to hear!

Then text me.

My phone died.

You literally are a phone.

That's not how it works! You know it's just a mask.

Heh, I know. I just like to tease you. What do you need?

I wanna ask out one of the night guards.

You? Asking someone out? Really?

Yes.

Hm, what would Vincent think?

I don't care what he thinks, we're running out of space can you just give me advice.

Just be yourself, dude. I don't know why you're asking me anyway. Vincent's the flirt.

You're right I'll ask him.

Not a good idea, he'll probably ruin it, but I guess you do you.

That was the end of the conversation. Who was he going to ask out? Why would he ask Vincent for advice? Is this why Vincent was talking to me? Millions of thoughts rushed through my mind as I placed the napkin back in the drawer, but before I could, I noticed something even weirder.

At the bottom of Scott's drawer, under the napkin, was a photo of me. It was clearly taken at work when I wasn't looking. It showed me waiting on people and smiling. Why would Scott have this..?

"Y/N? Where are you?" I shut the drawer quietly but quickly and ran out the door. Luckily, Scott was downstairs by the living room and he didn't see me leave his room. I walked down the stairs and tried to pretend I never saw his drawer, but I did.

"Sorry Scott, I was trying to find you. You were gone for a while and I was starting to get worried." That was true, although, I was really just snooping through his stuff. I wanted to ask about his nightstand but I knew I couldn't.

"Oh, it's fine! I was just on the phone with someone..."

"Oh okay. Do you want to watch the show?" I smiled to show no hard feelings.

"Yep!" Scott and I sat down on the couch and the show started.

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When the show was over I stood up from the couch and Scott did the same.

"So you'll be doing the night shift again tonight?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I'll probably be there around 11:45. Thanks for helping me out the past couple days, hopefully we'll see each other during the day-" I got interrupted quickly by Scott.

"Oh, I'm coming with you tonight! Wouldn't want you getting hurt..." he mumbled the last part, but I still heard it. I couldn't help but blush.

"Really? You don't have to. It's dangerous for you too..." Scott seemed really fixed on going with me.

"No, I want to go! I insist." Scott said in a cheerful tone. I thanked him and we walked over to his car. I thought it was adorable how he always wanted to come with me to the night shift.

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The time was 11:53 PM. I walked into the pizzeria and walked into the office with pride. I was in a good mood and was excited to see Scott. When I entered the office I saw Vincent and Scott. Why is Vincent here?

"Hello darling~I'm working with you guys tonight." Vincent spoke up, breaking his stare from Scott. Scott groaned in annoyance.

"Sadly." Scott mumbled, and I laughed. Vincent shot Scott a dirty look, which was even funnier. I walked over to the doors and waited for the night to start.

We were a few hours into the night by now. Scott and Vincent would go back and forth the whole time, and for most of it I just sat back and watched the show. It was quite funny, but my entertainment stopped when the time was around 3:30 AM.

Scott shoved Vincent. They were arguing about the battery use, Scott wanted to preserve it, while Vincent wanted to check on Foxy. After Scott shoved him, things got heated.

Vincent shoved Scott back and they continued to have a shoving fight, until around the 3rd round when Vincent pushed Scott's chest and something fell from his chest pocket. It was a photo.

Scott scrambled to the ground quickly and picked up the photo before both of us could look at it. Although, this made Vincent more motivated.

"Let me see that!" Vincent snatched the photo from Scott's grasp, and took it. He examined it and let out a laugh. I still couldn't see the photo but the curiosity was killing me. I could tell Scott was embarrassed, but I didn't know why.

"Don't say a word. Vincent." Scott said in a angry tone. He looked furious. While Vincent looked calm and playful.

"Oh, what? Little Scotty embarrassed?" He waved the photo in front of his face and that pissed him off more. He tackled Vincent to the ground and reached for the photo.

Unfortunately, the photo fell from both of their hands, and landed on the floor, right beside my feet. I looked down at the photo and immediately recognized it.

The one from the dresser. It was me.