That was extremely awkward. But in a way very freaking cute.
Ugh. He probably didn't see anything with that, He's a weirdo anyway besides it's unprofessional to have a relationship with a co-worker... Not that I want to date him. The toast seems fine even though I "burnt" them. So why did I ask him over again? Oh right. That's why.
Mike seems to be very patient I know I'm taking long, its for a good reason. Gee should i make some sides? I haven't cooked gourmet meals in a long time. Hmmm. "How's Spaghetti sound?" I yell to the other room assuring him I'm alright. "Sounds great m8 take yo time... I'm not going anywhere"
I feel kind of weary of that phrase its like I'm holding him captive. Why do I care? I'm starting to forget who I am and I'm not the kind of person who worries about little things more or less other people. Is this a crush? I don't know? It doesn't feel like it. It's something more like a burning. Maybe I have heart burn. Or gas. Fucking Mexican food. Always ruins my digestive routine. Then there's that new Mexican restaurant ugh they still own me a free meal for that finger in my tortilla soup. I mean I kill kids but at least I can cook and despose of them separately, my God I should've asked for the manager... Give me a job. Wait what was I doing again?....... Oh yeah! Mike.
I get the noodles, the sauce, the... What is it parsley? Oh yeah! There it is on the top shelf duh. Wait is this parsley or weed? I sniff it to make sure. I can't tell. Welp at least I can end on a high note. Wow he probably would've liked that but to keep it safe I won't seem pushy about the puns nor tell him I drugged him. Oops?
About 15 minutes later, I have dinner done how strange I never have company over unless it's my brothers. I think he likes it. He doesn't seem to be acting trippy.
"Is it ok?""It could be worse." Mike scoops up some to his nose.
"Is something wrong?"
"It smells familiar"
I fucking called it. Maybe the parsley was on the bottom shelf.
"Is this parsley?"
Oh thank God!
"Why yes it is!" Wow good thing it was, that could've made this awkward night worse... Or better.
After dinner finally I can do what I wanted to do in the first place. "Hey mike you mind?"
Mike goes to Vincent, " Yo what ya need?"
"I was meaning to give you this for the job, its one of my old security guard hats, back when I started the day shift. There was no more I hope you don't mind I already knew it was the end of the day so yeah here we are".
He seemed a little hesitant but he took it and put it on. I'm pretty sure he was expected money or some kind of special fazbear antique. He looks good in it almost better than me! Almost.
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Wreck Less Infinities (PurpleMike)
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction between two guards at the establishment Freddy FazBear Pizza! Mike feels a connection spark with this mysterious purple man he works with. Having the news go around about a murderer on the lose Mike feels he need to go detective...