The movie ended, and Mike decided to finally admit something to you...
"About your pay-"
He has a hand on the back of his neck, giving off an embarrassed aspect.
"I-uh, don't have much... but I can have it to you on Monday."
You shrug, understand the situation he is in, taking care of himself and Abby alone. If you didn't need the money to pay rent, you probably would tell him to keep it.
"Thanks.. Don't stress about it too much."
You respond; remembering your objective of learning more about Mike, you change the topic.
"So, Abby talks about you a lot.."
"Oh God." Mike sighs, bracing himself.
"I don't really know much about you, just what Abby tells me."
You say, trying to send him the message that you wanted to know more.
"Should I be scared?"
He asks, causing you to giggle,
"It's nothing like that! She says pretty much, only good things."
You confirm for him, but he questions it.
"Pretty much?"
You pause for a moment before responding. You didn't want to get Abby in trouble.
"She said that sometimes, you can be a little... grumpy"
You try to phrase it carefully, but Mike just laughs,
"Yeah, when I get home from night shifts and I have to practically drag her to school!"
You laugh along with him, remembering when he threw Abby over his shoulder when she stole his vest.
"Night shift? Abby said you work in security?"
You ask him.
"Yeah, I work as the night guard at some old pizzeria place for kids that shut down a while ago."
Mike replies to your questions, seeming to only know the basics, or only care about the basics.
"Oh, that's kinda cool. What is the place called?"
You wondered if you have ever been there as a kid.
"Freddy Fazbears."
He shrugs, handing you a metallic pin with a bear character on it, from off the coffee table.
"F-Freddy's Pizzera..?"
(sorry for the stutter, it's physically hurting me)
You say slowly, feeling nostalgic, but not in a good way. Like your stomach was knotting, rather than swirling with butterflies.
"Yeah, why? Do you remember it? I don't think I ever went as a kid."
Mike said, not really noticing your change in demeanor.
"I've been there. That's where.. my little brother-"
You pieced it all together right then, staring down at the pin.
"Shit, I'm sorry for bringing that up again. Do you- do you think that's why they closed?"
He had a sympathetic tone, hoping the question wasn't pushing it.
"I.. don't know."
You reply, feeling a full feeling in your eyelids, as the vision of the pin becomes blurry.
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Mike Schmidt x Reader (Abbys babysitter)
FanfictionCollege was hard, and you needed a job where you can do your homework while working. So, when your friend, Max, from high school, said that she needed someone to take over for her with her night-babysitting gig, you asked if you could take the job o...
