5 A.M. At Freddy's (Fem!NightGuard!Reader x Mike Schmidt)

Chapter 1

She dropped the small empty white box into your arms.

She forced a sympathetic smile onto her pale face. "I'm so sorry, dear. But we have to let you go. I imagine you have an idea why," she said in her soft voice. Her words cut into you like thousands of knives. Yet you stood tall. You stood straighter, slightly puffing out your chest. You had to look strong. You couldn't satisfy her need to see you weak. Furrowing your brow, you looked her straight in the eye.

"Fuck you."

Her smile faded away. "Pardon?"

You raised your voice, "You heard me. Fuck you!" She opened her mouth to speak but you had already turned away and kicked open the door.

Your ex-coworkers stared at you from their empty and bland cubicles. Their usual uninterested and annoyed faces changed. They all hated anything to do with you, especially looking at you but now they were all surprised and slightly intrigued. You walked past everyone's intruding eyes to your old cubical. Slamming the box onto the desk, you started to pack all of your things. You started to calm down as you peeled the small colorful sticky notes off the walls.

Out of the corner of your e/c eyes you could see the young woman in the cubical across from yours staring at you with a distasteful look. You turned your head towards her. She noticeably winced.

"What are you looking at?" you snapped. She quickly turned back to her computer and furiously typed. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Finished, you exited the cubicle. Your legs carried you down the walkway, shooting your right hand into the air. Proudly, you gave everyone the bird. You heard a few gasps and snickers but the only made you grin wider. You pushed the door open and walked. You lowered your arm, walking through the rest of the building to get to the bottom floor.

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You sighed softly as you pulled the key to your apartment out of the back pocket of your light blue jeans. Shifting the weight of the box onto your other arm, you used your dominant hand to put the key into the keyhole and twisted it, opening the door. Before you stepped in, you took a nice look at the exterior of the apartment complex. It was...shitty. It wast the nicest or the prettiest and the people who lived there weren't the best. The only nice people you knew of were your roommate, Tyrone, and the ladies living the left and right of you. The place was pretty damn close to being ghetto. You shook your head softly and stepped into your home, closing the door behind you. You dropped your key into the tiny bowl sitting on a little table. On the wall hanging above the table was a fairly decent sized mirror. Both of these objects were two steps away from the door.

You set your box on the table, looking into the mirror. You blew a strand of your h/c hair out of your face. You tore your eyes from your reflection to look at the dark skinned male coming out of his room. You gave him a weak smile. "Good afternoon, Tyrone."

He finished pulling his shirt on as he walked towards you. He was wearing black shorts, a pale green t-shirt and white knee high socks. The green of his shirt matched his eyes. He smiled back.

"You're home early N/N. Is everything okay?" You looked away sheepishly as you rubbed the back of your neck.

"Heh...uh...I got fired today," you responded. His green eyes widened.

He ran his hand through his curly brown hair as he stepped closer to you. "Well shit. Weren't you going to quit anyways?"

"Yeah, but when we could afford it."

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into a side-hug. "No worries! I bet you can find a new job. One that you'll actually enjoy. And to look on the brightside, you now have more time to help me find both of us boyfriends!"