Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes (Purple Guy x Reader)

Stupid Games

The next day arrived a lot sooner than you had anticipated. It hadn't taken you long to put last night's encounter with Vincent out of your mind but, upon seeing the familiar image of the Freddy Fazbear's, the dread of what your shift would be like came back.

Once your car was parked off into a corner of the lot, you rested your head on the steering wheel in order to gather up whatever will-to-live you had left. Other employees were beginning to pull in and you caught sight of Jeremy as he made his way into the building. Heaving out a breath, you finally stepped out of your car and made your way into the building.

As you walked in you scanned the area. Wait staff were tidying up the tables and surrounding areas and the curtains to the stage were closed as they usually were before opening. The purple guard that you were trying to spot was nowhere to be seen however.

It wasn't unusual for him to be missing before the place officially opened as Scott had mentioned to you that, as guards, they were expected to check the perimeter of the building and the staff rooms prior to roaming around the main and arcade rooms. It didn't give you any kind of comfort though as you wanted to keep eyes on him and couldn't do that if he was nowhere to be found.

Your eyes continued to move around the room as you took in what everyone was doing and as you were distracted you ran into the younger man that you worked the counter with.

"Ah! Oh-oh sorry," Jeremy exclaimed as he bumped into you while pulling out cleaning equipment from a cabinet.

"No, no," you started. "I should apologize. I wasn't watching where I was going."

You let out an apologetic chuckle as you held your hands up in a defensive stance. Peering down at the items that Jeremy was holding, you tilted your head in confusion. There was no reason for Jeremy to need to pull out the cleaning supplies since the two of you typically used the mornings to simply open the till and relax while you cleaned after the restaurant closed.

Looking up at the man's place you voiced the question on your mind, "Any reason you're pulling all that out, Jer?"

"Oh! Uh..." he was glancing down and fidgeting with the items. "The boss was actually here just a moment ago... He, uh, told me to clean the arcade room up before our shift."

You rolled your eyes at the mention of Hughes. He wasn't an awful employer but you had come to realize that Scott's initial statement about him being 'hands-off' was more than a little true. You practically never see the man unless he's holed up in his office going through bank statements and figuring out what corners to cut to save a little extra cash.

"Let me guess. He cut the cleaning crew cause he thought it'd be," you brought your hands up to make air quotes, "'more cost effective' to have the regular staff do the cleaning."

Jeremy let out a quiet laugh, "Yeah... That's basically what his thought process was... probably..."

Letting your arms fall back to your sides, you let out a chuckle at Jeremy's usually awkward demeanor.

"Well, don't worry about helping me set up. I've done it by myself before so I'm sure we can split up and you can focus on helping tidy up the arcade while I get stuff ready for us to open. Sound good?"

Your shy coworker seemed to perk up some as you spoke. Jeremy was pretty easy to read once you had worked with him for a while. He almost always felt bad whenever he couldn't help you or when he had to ask you to do something for him. You never minded, of course, but he didn't seem to catch on to that and you endlessly apologize for 'inconveniencing' you. Eventually you learned that it was better to make it seem like his potential questions or needs were your idea so that way he wouldn't feel bad.