FNAF One Shots - REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED

😂💖 Pizza Time! (Michael Afton x Taller!Pizza Guy!Reader)

Summary: Michael finally has the house to himself! His parents were away with work and his younger siblings each had friends they wanted to spend the night with, so you know what that means! Party!! ... Unfortunately, all his friends are either busy or grounded, so Michael is left to party by himself. Whoopee.... Everything feels boring and glum without friends to wreck the house with. Michael is just about to give up on his 'party' when his pizza finally arrives-- carried by the most handsome man he'd ever seen. Maybe the night won't go to waste after all!

Requested by @SgtNormAllen on Quotev :)

A bit of a chaos fic (crack? maybe. giggles? most likely lol), but I tried to add some romance to it, per the request! I hope you all enjoy! ^^ <3

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Michael Tom-cruised across his kitchen floor, his novelty socks sliding him with ease. The radio he'd placed on the counter was blasting his favorite tunes, the sun was up and his family was gone! He finally had the house to himself!

"No parties while we're gone, alright?" his father had requested of him.

"Sure, yeah, whatever," he'd replied, waving his family off. So what was he going to do all weekend?

Party, obviously!

Popcorn was popped, chips were poured haphazardly into separate colorful plastic bowls, music was playing, and all his favorite movies were lined up! He strode about the house in just his boxers and a half-buttoned polo, wondering what else he could do to set the mood. He could decorate! But he didn't have any decorations, save for the Christmas lights his parents hoarded in the basement. Not exactly the best 'mood lighting' in July. Then again, he thought, it would match the level of chaos he was going for... Fxxx it!

One trip down to the basement later, Michael set the last bunched-up, tangled string of multicolored plastic lights that smelled about as old as they were, and set about his task. It was boring trying to decorate on his own, though. "I'll worry about it later," he decided, dropping the idea for now. What else?

A new idea intrigued the boy, and he darted through his house, collecting things he knew his friends would like. Their favorite video games, the movies they'd been talking about nonstop all week that his father had bought him so he would stop begging-- even the DVDs for a show he only ever watched when his best friend was over! As Michael passed by his little brother's room, he stepped back, peeking inside. The room was a little bit of a mess; the bed was never made, a few clothes were poking out of the over-stuffed drawers, some of his action figures were knocked over, and his favorite toys remained a sad pile in the darkest corner of his room. Michael hummed, staring at the red stitching of the Foxy plush's head. Maybe he'd pulled that off to scare Evan one too many times...

The sight of the raggedy dolls gifted Michael with another idea, though, and he retreated to his room.

Minutes later-- fully dressed and arms full-- Michael returned to the living room with a new set of mascot masks he'd gotten from his father. These were the prototypes Mr. Afton had made to model for his new merchandise-- no one else had versions like these! Surely his friends would love that! He hummed to himself, tossing the DVDs on the couch and his keys on the island behind him, just in case they decided to go mess with some kids back at Fredbear's. Hopping up on the counter, Michael mentally checked off a list.

Lights, check.

Music, check.

Snacks, check.