Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

MARCHING BAND

Afton groaned, picturing beating the band captain over the head with his clarinet. He opted it for rolling his eyes and cocking his hip out to the side. The captain was talking about how they needed to obey their leadership and blah blah blaaaaah.

He looked back up and caught eyes with Henry, who had just finished adjusting the tuba wrapped  around his body. He made a face and Afton snorted. Loudly.

"Ia something wrong?" The snobby band captain asked, glaring at Afton. A couple of the try-bards looked over with equally snotty glances. Afton put on the most mocking, innocent face and held his clarinet up in defeat.

"No, nah you're good, mate." He said, looking back across the band captains shoulder and saw Henry again, who had tears running down his face as he wheezed silently to himself. Afton gnashed his teeth at Henry the second the captain turned away from him and Henry howled. Some other members of the band started giggling and the try yards started shushing again.

"Guys can we please focus back in? Can we be quiet, yeah?" The captain said, holding up his hands. Afton barely resisted walking away. Neither he nor Henry wanted to do band in the first place, but they didn't have a choice. They also didn't get to pick their instruments, so Afton got stuck with the clarinet. Which wasn't terrible and he had plenty of experience from when he was at Eton in music class, but still, he would have preferred trumpet or saxophone. Either way, he and Henry treated it sort of as a joke (except Afton cared wayyy too much and always ends up in tears because nobody in the band really liked him and the directors hated his guts). Henry would do his best to make him feel better.

"Alright guys warmup is over, let's get in two lines and head to the field!" The director said, ushering them all into lines. It all felt a little childish considering they were all grown adults, but still, they complied.

-post show-

Afton ripped his shako off, feeling the sweat drip down his forehead and temple. He curled his lip, wiping it with his fingerless gloves, the only benefit of this part of the uniform is the sweat wipe aspect. Henry found him pretty quickly and took his tuba off, sighing as he stretched his back, reaching up.

"These bibbers are going to be the death of me." Henry groaned, putting his hands on Afton's shoulders, straightening his arms. Afton let his head fall and his weight rested against Henry's hands.

"The fucking Band Leadership is going to be the death of me!" Afton cried, standing back up and smoothing his uniform jacket before reaching back to unzip it. He struggled, grasping for the zipper until Henry turned him around and undid it for him; Afton returned the favor.

"TUBAS get your stuff!!" An angry voice commanded. Henry rolled his eyes and walked away, shoulders back. Afton laughed.