Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

PhOnEgUy😳😳😳😩😩😩

YN watched Mr. Callahan spin in his chair, around one way and then stopping and spinning the other way. He had a clip board in his hands and was tapping a pen against it in a simple rhythm.

"Sir...?" You asked skeptically as you peaked around the corner into the office. Scott seemed to jump, the chair lurching.

"YN! How many times of me telling you to knock will it take before you actually knock?" He scolded, collecting himself and straightening his tie out.

"I'm sorry, I forgot! I just had a quick question, though-" You started, but he held up his hand. You paused, scared you did something wrong but the next words from Scott's mouth were completely unexpected.

"You might as well come in." You could hear the sarcasm in his voice, despite it sounding like it was coming through the receiver of a phone. You always wondered why he wore that phone on his head, but you were always too afraid to ask.

"Oh... are you sure, sir?" You asked nervously, fully appearing in the doorway.

"Of course I am. Just shut the door." You felt your face flush as you entered the room and shut the door behind you with a soft click. You would be lying if you didn't think Scott was attractive. He was tall and strong and his body had a nice shape, only downside was never seeing his face.

"O-okay, I just wanted to know if I could take next week off." You said with a surge of confidence, Mr. Callahans voice had you nearly weak. The butterflies in your stomach were not welcome.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Callahan asked, his voice was soft, and the breakup of the phone receiver made him sound almost gentle.

"I'm just going to be out of town, so I'll be back next week." You said, sitting gingerly in one of the chairs at the desk. Scott stood up, and you looked up to his full height. God he was tall. He walked around the desk, over to the side you were on and perched on it, crossing his ankles. You smelled his cologne and thought, for a moment, that you might die.

"Where are you going?" He asked, politely. The conversation was beginning to seem very casual.

"I'm flying to Georgia to visit family, no biggy." You told him, smiling politely. You couldn't hide the flirtatious lilt to your voice.

"Oh, I was born in Georgia! Where at are you going?" He asked, he leaned to put his elbows on his knees and prop his chin up. You could see his chin under the red phone. He had a nice jawline.

"Oh that's cool! I'm going to Rome." You answered, feeling your heart begin to flutter from the proximity of Scott.

"Rome is gorgeous, I'll give you that." He laughed softly and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. It was low and giggly and you felt the butterflies turn into birds.

"Sure is! I actually considered-" Scott's hand reached out and cupped under your chin.

"You're so precious." He murmured softly. Petting your cheek with his fingertips. You lost the ability to speak and so you sat there opening and closing your mouth trying to find words. You watched Scott's phone receiver head tilt slightly as he inspected you. "I'll miss you here next week." He whispered, slipping from the desk and onto his knees. It was strangely graceful. He put his hands on your thighs and looked up.

"S-sir..." you whispered, eyes watery and face flushed. You had wanted this for so long, but now that something was actually happening, you couldn't believe it.

Scott picked up a hand from your thigh and brushed your cheek, crawling his fingers up into your hair, scratching your scalp gently.

"Ughh... you keep calling me sir..." he groaned, thumbing Your bottom lip. "So. Fucking, adorable." He moaned, sticking his thumb into your mouth a little further to touch their teeth. You squirmed, pressing your thighs together. "Go on, do whatever you'd like." He said, his voice was strained.