Y.M.S. One Shots

One Shot 5: Piano Practice

     A/N: Bro, Freddy gave Y/N a piano and I haven't mentioned it at all. If you remember its existence, you're probably frustrated (and I am too). Ngl I completely forgot about it until now, so I'm going to make this chapter as epic as possible so I don't forget again.

     Also, I'm so sorry this update took forever (an entire week, what a nightmare)! 😭 My schedule (and all of my remaining brain cells) exploded this week, and I haven't had much time. Hopefully since summer is nearing, I'll have more time to write and updates will be more frequent/consistent. *whew*

     I got up to throw another piece of gum in the trash. I'd been chewing on it the entire day, and its lack of flavor had started getting to me.

     The Pizzaplex was still closed, and it would be for who knows how much longer. My gaze kept returning to the piano Freddy had given me, even though I was meant to be "constantly checking up" on the animatronics. And because of that, I hadn't had the oppurtunity to actually... use it.

     Of course, it didn't take long for the others to notice the keyboard that suddenly occupied Parts and Service.

     Chica, naturally, was the first to speak up. "Hey, when'd you get that?" and she pointed to the keyboard.

     I shrugged, "It's just a gift."

     "To you, or from you?"

     "To."

     "Oh, cool!" I thought she was done pressing me about it, but she asked, "Can you play it for me?"

     "Um... Not now. We're busy, remember? Constant monitoring and all that jazz."

     Her face fell, and I felt really bad. "Hey, I promise I'll play sometime. Just now right this moment. Is that okay?"

     She lit up again. "Yeah!"

     Roxy and Bonnie didn't question it, but when they both saw it for the first time they gave me a confused glance, to which I shrugged as if it really weren't a big deal.

     But it was.

     After a week of work and boredom, I'd had enough.

     I've been putting this off for way too long! What am I even scared of?

     The fact I hadn't practiced in months.

     Ever since I'd taken my job, one of the sacrifices I'd had to make was not practicing the piano as often. The piano wasn't "my life" or anything, but sometimes I felt bad for not setting at least ten minutes aside a few nights to practice the piano.

     But now I was at the point of no return. My visits home were becoming less and less frequent, but when I did go home, it was to sleep or restock my snack supply.

     When Monty said, "Okay, Doc. You finally gonna explain to me what the heck that piano is doing there?"

     I raised an eyebrow, "Huh. I'm surprised the gossip chain hasn't made its way to you."

     Monty rolled his eyes, so I figured we were done, but that was not the case.

     "C'mon, just tell me. Nobody tells me nothin'."

     "Anything. Nobody tells you anything," I corrected, "But sure. I play piano, I wanted a piano, now I have a piano. Bam. Mic drop. Case closed."

     He groaned in reply. "You're the worst."

     I smiled, "Awww, thanks! That's so sweet of you to say."

     "Why do I even try?" he muttered.