Five Nights At Freddy's Oneshots

Sleepovers With Idiots Phone Guy x Reader

"Dammit guys!" You screeched. They only held you tighter. They wanted you to come to their sleepover so badly, they kidnapped you even though you planned on staying home to have some you time. "Hell, that hurts you idiots!" You screamed. "You know sleepover parties are for girls you bullies!" You insulted them. "so much for relaxing," you thought bitterly to yourself. A hand hiked up too far, "Keep your dirty paws to yourself!" You cried, slapping the hand away. You noticed that you were at Vincent's house. Your mind started to wonder what kinds of sex toys and porn magazines that were hidden throughout the house. And, oh god, how terrible his house will smell. The door swung open to reveal Vincent, he took one look at all of you, and burst out laughing. "Hahahahaha, oh just, hahaha, b-bring her inside." He chuckled, wiping a year from his eye. You glared at all the men in the room. "You just couldn't let me rest at home, could you." You grumbled. "We've just got some "plans" for tonight," Mike chuckled. You raised your eybrow at him. Scott (phone guy) did as well. He grinned mischeviously at the both of you. "Well, since you've basically kidnapped me, what plans have you got for tonight?" You addressed them all. "Just normal party games, to my knowledge," Scott shrugged. "I would assume that Vincent's party games may be a bit "extreme," you stated. "Who said Vincent chose the games?" Jermey suggested. "Good point," you muttered. "Enough talking!" Lets play truth or dare!" Vincent yelled. "Really? Truth or dare? You boys are so childish," you said, rolling your eyes. Mike pulled you to the small circle of your friends. "Jeremy, truth or dare?" Mike asked. "U-um, truth?" be said it as more of a question than an answer. "What was your childhood nickname?" Mike asked. Jeremy blushed bright red, "u-u-umm, J-Jerebear.." He mumbled. The entire circle erupted into roars of laughter. "Sh-shut up you guys!" Jermey cried. The laughter died down and Jeremy was able to take his turn. "Scott, t-truth or dare?" Jeremy asked. "Dare!" Scott yelled. "Switch clothes w-with (name)," he dared. Scott glanced at you, and stood up with an unhappy grunt. He held out a hand to you to pull you up. You grabbed his hand. Feeling his skin touching yours gave you a rush, and your cheeks turned a light shade of pink. You both headed to a dark closet, turning all the lights off so you couldn't even see your own hand. You started to shed all clothing except your undergarments. The dark closet was very cramped, so when you pulled off your pants, your bottom grazed his thigh. Dangerously close to his own bottom. You squeaked, and he groaned, moving away from you. "I-I'm so sorry!" You cried. "It's alright," he mumbled. You heard muffled laughing and snickers from the other side of the door. "Shut it you idiots!" You yelled to the man-children you work with. Scott handed you his work clothes, and you handed him your oversized t-shirt and cotton pajama pants. You pulled on his clothes, his button-up short hung off your shoulder, showing the strap of your black bra. You had to tie the belt around your waist to keep the large black pants from falling down. Scottbopened the door, an the sight was one that made all the boys laugh. The pants were much too small, and looked as if they were about to burst. The shirt was better fitting but still a bit small. He waddled back to the circle, but couldn't sit down. He looked at you, and his jaw dropped. You looked down to see that you hadn't done up the button on the top. It left most of your breasts in full view, lucky you were wearing a bra. You blushed a red that put Spain's tomatoes to shame. (hetalia reference. No? Ok.) pulling upthe shirt you turned to the wall to do up the rest of the buttons. You walked up to the circle and the game resumed. Mike ran around outside naked, Vincent had to share his greatest fear, Fritz had to say "in bed" after every sentence for the rest of the night, and you and Scott got to put your clothes back on. "Spin the bottle! In bed," Fritz yelled. Vincent ran and grabbed an empty soda bottle from the kitchen, setting it down in the middle of the circle. "There's really no point boys, there's only one girl," you voiced. "Boys must kiss as well then," you finished. The boys shouted in disagreement, but you wouldn't budge. Apparently Vincent decided that was enough because he spun the bottle. It landed on...

Jeremy. The poor boy looked terrified. He tried to run but you pinned him down. "Don't run Jeremy, he'll catch you anyway." You reasoned. Vincent quickly pushed his lips into Jeremy's, removing them then as fast as he could. Unfortunately, you say next to Vincent so you had to go next. You spun the bottle. It spun, and spun, and it landed on Scott. 

You blushed bright red, and all the other boys, minus Scott, grinned widely. Fritz pushed youbovee to Scott, "go get him. In bed." Fritz teased. You gulped, walking over to Scott. He pulled you on to his lap, grinning flirtatiously. You stated at him as you slowly closed your eyes, leaning toward him. Scott closed the distance, your lips touched and you felt no sparks or fireworks, just happiness and the gentle touch of your love. "Get a room!" You heard Mike yell. You pulled your lips apart, only to have him drag you upstairs. Long story short, nobody slept that night. And Mike had to watch kids cartoons to fall asleep for a week. 

Mike: I'm not that much of a pussy
Vincent: Hehe, yeah, you're a big ol' pussy
Mike: Shut up you ass! 
Joy: Dammit guys! Enough swearing!
Mike: Pfft, I'm not sorry
Joy: You will be!
Mike: -Shudders-
Jeremy: Eh, she wouldn't ever hurt you. She's all bark and no bite
Joy: You're not helping!
Fritz: I'm not sure he wanted to help
Vincent: I sure hope you used a condom, dumbass
Scott: ...Fuck