Male Reader x Dave Miller

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"All right first order of business how did you get out the hospital?"

Dave looked up at me and tilted his head slightly to the right as if he were a confused cat
"I....walked. It's not rocket surgery."

Perfect. This was just sort of completely unhelpful sarcasm I have come to expect from Dave. God of course this is the man that I wanted to interview for the case. Honestly right now I'd rather stick my hands in a blender. I let out an exasperated sigh and massaged my temples.

"Ughh I mean how did you get out of the hospital in your condition Dave! Last time I saw you you looked like you fought a tiger and lost!"

While my voice came off as....a tinsy bit more aggressive than I intended to, but I swear I was more confused than anything. Just a few days ago I found this man trapped inside some iron maiden animatronic suit. God I'll never get that image out of my head. A fluffy yellow children's character stained from head to toe in its own filth and blood. Even now when I look at Dave for thick scent of iron still rakes at my nostrils. I can still hear his wails of agony ringing in my ears. And despite all of that here he was, sitting in my living room as if nothing happened. Nothing makes sense. Who is this guy? I need a fucking drink. My head was starting to ache from the amount of fogging up in my brain. It was like a thick smoke was clogging up all the pathways to basic logic. Tiredly I was able to squeak out "This is too much I need some coffee, you want anything Dave?"
I glanced to the strange man I let inside my house. He was no longer sitting down on the couch, but rather roaming around my living room.
I called out again "Dave?"
Again no damn response. What is it with this guy and not responding? Instead he was focused on the family portrait that was barely hanging on above my empty fireplace.  He seemed perplexed as if he was studying it.
"Hmm nuclear family eh? Cute kid but I can't say the same for the lady. No offense."

"None taken, that's my ex-wife. We're not on the of best terms."

"Oh. Well ok then, the bitch's ugly as sin. Now I know I'm not a looker myself but even I can tell that God clearly must've left her creation to the man downstairs."

Holy shit did he just say that? As much of a prick as I felt like for it, I couldn't stop myself from bursting into a fit of laughter. This came out of nowhere but it definitely did help lighten my mood. I paused my quest for coffee and was barely able to lead myself against the table in the middle of the room.
"You're not wrong, but seriously how have you been able to keep a job with your tasteful mouth." My words came out as more of a gargled wheeze than anything intelligible.

"Why do you think they kept me back in the saferoom! God, if they let me around any of them kids, you know how much trouble my ass would be in!"
He pitched his voice up and starting to sound like a broken flute. "'Oooh Pwease Mr. Secuwity guawd man, can you get Fweddy and sing me happy biwthday plweaseeee', 'Kid that fuckin' bear is not moved since '87 now fuck off I'm on break!'"

The two of us had to take a second to breathe. To be honest this is the first time laughter has filled this room since my son lived here. I will admit despite Dave's odd nature he is kind of growing on me. The rabid laughing was almost enough to drive me away from my coffee craving, but alas not even Cthulhu himself could keep me away from my liquid drug.

Now that I've been relatively energized I decided to take my chance to re-ask the original question. It took a bit of pushing but my detective skills were able to get him to talk.

"To put it simply Y/N, at the moment I have nowhere else to go. They did actually let me out of the hospital, but the fucking apartment I was staying at kicked me out for missing rent and I think..... I want to stay away from Freddys for a bit."

"Yeah I don't blame you if I got trapped in a rabbit suit that was ripping my guts up I'd also wanna stay the fuck away. But the only way for you to have found where I live is if you were following my car and as much as I feel sorry for your situation that's creepy as shit dude."

"What! Followed your car? What do you take me for, a serial killer? I just asked one of the nurses that said they were friends with you and let's just say I don't have many friends of my own!"

"Look it's fine you can stay here for how ever long you need. On two conditions: you let me interview you for a certain case I'm working on and you do half the house chores."

He immediately agreed but was curious about the case I was talking about. I explained all I knew about the missing children's incident and why I thought he would be a good witness. The more I went on the more uncomfortable he looked. Especially when I brought up the fur and the blood. Maybe bringing up dead children in the middle of the night wasn't the smartest idea on my part, but currently he's the only one who hasn't shut me down when I bring up anything involving "Freddys" and "murder". I blame the PR team. After some discussion he reluctantly agreed, thankfully.
"Well that's all the child murder talk I can stomach, let's get to bed I'll set you up something." We dragged our tired selves down my hallway and into my room where I searched for anything that would be suitable as a bed.

"It looks diseased."

"Well I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with me that would be uncomfortable on several levels"

Dave wrinkled up his nose at the mattress I laid before him. I couldn't really blame him. I have not used to this thing in years and it was covered is dust, not to mention the tiny rips in the fabric from when Atticus was little and me and my ex-wife weren't able to afford him his own bed. I tried to dust off the old thing, but no use it was pretty much fucked. Still, the only thing I had. There are also some old the ninja turtles blankets on the mattress, but that didn't help Dave feel any more at home.

"Look man I'm trying my best. I've been the only one living here for about four years and I'm not going out to buy a whole new mattress at 12 o'clock at night."
Dave let out clearly exaggerated yawn and stared at me with pleading eyes. This trick would have worked if he were a seven-year-old boy and not clearly a man in his 30s attempting to mimic a seven year old boy. I could clearly tell he's fucking with me but even then I couldn't look away from his silver eyes. In a weird way they were hypnotizing.

"Come on I just got out of the hospital and I'd rather not have all these scars get infected on my first damn night out by that coffin you call a bed" Dave begged.

Now if I were thinking clearly I would have just taken the terrible mattress for myself and let him have the bed, because well that's just plain manners, but I was tired as hell so I just settled for the next best option.
"Fine you and I can share the bed, I'll get a  new mattress for you tomorrow morning"

"Thank god!"

Well now I am sharing my bed with another man. It's fine, this is not weird at all. I looked over at my bed companion and noticed, he was shivering. His whole frame was shaking back-and-forth and for the first time I realized how skinny he is.  Ribs peering out against his flesh. Guilt poured over me when I realized this. This man was clearly in pain how did I not notice this before. I taped his shoulder to ask if he was all right but further inspection proved he was fast asleep. This was not be the first time he's gone to sleep freezing. Poor guy. When I moved our sheets to place them on top of him he did something unexpected. Dave pushed his frail scarred body against mine. His bare chest gently touched mine. Then, wrapped his arms around me, pulling himself closer. It seemed like wasn't even aware he was doing it. His body just needed to push itself towards the nearest heat source on its own. "Well, ok then" I whispered to myself not knowing how to respond. I didn't want to wake him because then the awkwardness would probably get worse then it already and I'm too tired to deal with that. Strangely I found comfort in his embrace, similar to when Sarah would hold me when she was scared and I would hold her and tell her it's alright and tell her how much I loved her. Suddenly Dave's embrace didn't feel so strange to me.