Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

SHIT SHORTZ

It was late at night at the pizzeria, but unfortunately, all the employees were locked in. None of the keys worked in the doors. They were stuck until Upper Management could get there tomorrow to open the doors again. They decided, in that time, that it was crucial to get the place in tip top shape (as tip top as some old, musty, children's arcade pizza place combo could get). Unfortunately, there was another issue. Scott had disappeared into his office and nobody knew why. Maybe he was upset having to stay in the pizzeria over night again like when he was the night guard. Maybe it was because he had other plans tonight that he was currently missing out on and he was just miserable. (Scott was always miserable, we're just talking a little more than usual). But he wasn't in there all night, and eventually, he stumbled out of his office.

"I'm thinking about getting Botox on my face. Like, not a lot because... eek, you know? But just enough to make me look younger." Dave was saying, leaning against the stage with Nova and Chris.

"Ohhh no, you would look sooooo fucking ugly!" A slurred voice came up behind them. Nova's jaw dropped and Dave spun around, his eyes were as wide as the trays the pizza's sat on.

"That is so fucking rude to say, Mr. Manager." He gasped, putting a hand over his chest.

"It's fucking true. You would look like a fuckin' nightmare..." Scott snorted in an uncharacteristically bitchy way. Scott was always bitchy, but this time there was more to it. "Anyways." Scott spun around and stumbled back to the hallway giggling creepily to himself. Chris had a hand slapped tightly over his mouth as he wheezed into it, tears seeping into the cracks.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" He cried, laughing harder to the point where he had to sit on the ground with his head between his knees. "Fuck!" He wheezed, breathless.

"Damn well screw you too, phone face." Dave pouted, nudging Nova with his elbow. Nova still stared at where Scott disappeared trying to grasp what just happened.

Three. HOurs. Later.

"Hey hey." Scott laughed, sliding up next to Dave and getting right in his face; so close that the numbers in the dial were blurry.

"Hi hi." Dave responded, pushing Scott away.

"Don't push me away, bitch." Scott whispered, offended.

"Ain't no fucking way you just called me a bitch." Dave said, shocked.

"No, I didn't... oopsies." Scott giggled, putting a hand on Dave's shoulder and resting heavily against it. "Are you working, employee?" Scott asked, tilting his head back down to Dave.

"No, I'm not and I don't think you are either."

"You should be. I'll fire your ass." Scott hissed, standing back up. Dave rolled his eyes and went back to playing Words with friends on his mobile device (no copyright bitches) when suddenly Scott turned around and swatted his ass with his clipboard, snickering as he scurried away. Heads turned at the sound of the slap.

"You're going to pop my ass implants! These were expensive." Dave shouted, rubbing his butt.

"They're not fake, stupid." Scott called back, shit his words were so slurred, his southern accent was coming back out for the first time in almost twenty years.

"How would you know that, Mr. Manager?" Dave mumbled and Cassy giggled, pushing the mop against the stage.

Dave decides its time to check of Scotty baby so scrunkly and small and cute he's only a little baby

"Scott, babe, you okay in here?" Dave asked, lightly knocking before opening the door. Now listen, Scott keeps bottles in his office, but like. Shit bruh, there was an empty Jack Daniels bottle and then a second, half-full one beside it. "That's a solid no. You wanna talk?"

"Come here." Scott slurred, spinning in his chair. He stopped, facing Dave, and patted his lap.

"What are you? Santa? You're a tad skinny for that, love."

"Do you think I'm too skinny." Scott asked, stopped and looking absolutely dreadful.

"What? Oh no, sugar, I didn't mean it like that."

"I love you."

"You're exhausting."