Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Genesis

This is about the moment that Afton and Scott started becoming a thing. After Afton's amnesia whatever!

He watched Scott with a simple fascination, the way he would pace around the break room and the same rhythm he would tap on the clipboard he carried around every time he was irritated.

Afton loved the way Scott ticked. The little things that would piss him off, his particular sense of how things should be done, and that mildly disturbing thought process he would sometimes project out loud. The unnaturally demented thoughts that that man would express. Afton loved all of it. If only Scott felt the same way about him.

Scott was incredibly overworked and was too deep in his own stress to even think that there was a possibility that other people existed. Afton admired it, he thought that there was something hot about that. He wanted to see his face.

There were rumors that he was some widower of a 50 year old man who had no life. And while the "No life" bit may be true, Afton was almost certain that Scott was not 50. They say you can always tell a persons age by their hands and Scott didn't have the hands of a 50 year old man. His nails were chewed to the quick and his cuticles had been gnawed on for ages it looked like. The rim around his right thumb was red with dried blood. Beyond his terrible manicure, his hands still had youth in them. Besides, what 50 year old wanted to work at a kids place.

... riiiiight

Afton wanted him horribly. Somewhere in the back of his mind told him that he should wait for the right time, but what was the right time? There really wasn't one. From what Afton could tell, Scott had every day planned out nearly the same and there was no variance that could lead to an opportunity of a "right time" moment.

In fact, right now was as good a time as any. He stood from the break room couch and crossed over to where Scott was, already on his 13th lap from the door to the fridge pace.

"Good Morning, Callahan." Afton said, leaning against the counter, he looked at Scott with an expression of the utmost professionalism. The masked business man was sure to appreciate that. He didn't. Not really, anyways. A groan came from the phone receiver, broken up by typical phone static.

"Yes, Mr. Miller?" He said, mocking the same use of honorifics.

"How long is your shift today?" Afton asked, laying into this. He had already committed and he wasn't going to back away now. He also loved how tall Scott was. He was tall and skinny and absolutely wonderful.

"I believe we get off at the same time, why?" Scott asked, his pacing coming to a full stop. Finally.

"Ah would you like to come over to my place for dinner? Unless you had other plans, of course." Afton had never seen Scott's face. Never seen his body other than his neck and wrists and hands. He knew nothing about him other than his boring work ethic. He could be absolutely insane for all Afton knew. But he didn't care. He wanted to get to know Scott. That was the whole point of this. He could see that he put Scott in a really awkward situation. His hands were clenched tightly in front of him as he shifted back and forth ever so slightly.

"I-I..." he took a deep breath. "I don't see why not... like, at your house?" He asked, the phone he wore on his head shifted slightly as he tilted his head. It was strange, almost unhinged, but just as it happened, Scott straightened his neck again and it was like Afton just imagined it. Just that action though made Afton 100% sure that he wanted Scott.

"That's the plan, yes. I don't live behind the dumpsters if that's what you're thinking!" Afton took that moment to interject with something of lighthearted nature, just to calm the man down, but he seemed so high strung.