"You're not listening to me."
Mike's voice shakes you out of your thoughts.
Well, less thinking and more staring at Jack. That puppet would be the death of you.
At the moment he was conversing with Goldie. By the way his face was lit up, they were talking about something he enjoyed.
"Right. I'm sick of this. We're going to Foxy to get you two together."
Mike declares. He stands, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out of the room. All eyes watch as you go. You rush to leave as you know one pair of eyes belongs to your beloved puppet.
-Timeskip-
"I don't know about this..." You trailed off.
"If you're afraid it isn't going to work, believe me, it will." Foxy reassures you.
"He doesn't think of me that way!" You protested.
Foxy threw you a look, basically telling you it was happening.
You groaned as Mike took your hand. He walked you back to the dining area, where Jack resides.
Walking in the large room, the feeling of anxiety creeping up on you.
The people in the room glanced at the two of you, only to look again upon seeing your intertwined hands. Chica stood up, racing over to the two of you, gushing.
"I knew you guys were gonna get together!" She squeals.
Shooting a look at Mike out of the corner of your eye, you pulled a convincingly fake smile.
"Thanks Chica!" You squeal back. Agh, screw it. Might as well sell this.
"My little Mikey over here just asked me out!" You giggled, reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
You both blush, and Chica squeals yet again. You then straightened as Jack walked over.
"Congratulations. I've been planning to tell you as well that...Chica and I are dating!" He smiles, grabbing Chica by the waist and pulling her closer to himself.
What.
Chica looked confused, opening her mouth to say something, before seemingly changing her mind and quieting herself.
The smile suddenly became so much harder to maintain.
"Congratulations to you too!" You gushed.
"We must be leaving now, goodbye!" Chica says, grabbing Jack's arm and dragging him off suddenly.
Shit.
-Timeskip-
The past two weeks have felt like a contest, honestly.
A contest of who can be the cuter couple.
Cuddling, flirting, and hugging is as far as it's gotten to.
But you and Mike were gonna take it even further.
"(Y/N), they're coming." Mike murmurs. You let out a shaky breath from your place on his lap.
He leans in, you doing the same. He wraps his arms around your waist unsurely, as your arms going around his neck.
You hear the footsteps getting louder as your lips connected.
A gasp was heard, soon after you were ripped away forcefully, yet gently.
You were set on the ground, barely seeing Jack's face before his lips met yours in a fiery passion.
Kissing back gently, you ignored the other two in the room.
"I did that." Chica says, smugly.
"Excuse me, but I think it was ME!" Mike counters, angrily.
You ingored their squabbling, focusing on Jack instead.
-Extended ending-
You sat, snuggled up in Jack's arms with a bowl of popcorn.
Chica soon ran in, jumping onto Mike's lap (who was sitting on the chair to your right), and kissing him fiercely.
(REFERENCE COMIN NOW!)
You grabbed a few pieves of popcorn, shoving them into your mouth.
"Ain't this just a sonnovabitch."
You said, looking up at Jack. He chuckles, holding you tighter in his arms.
Chica: -Blushes- I don't like Mike like that.
Mike: You know you want me.
Joy: I have a problem...
Freddy: What's the matter?
Joy: Well, someone has left me a box of about fifty kittens in my living room. Found them when I woke up.
Joy: I sense trickery afoot.
Vincent: Kill them.
Joy: I AM NOT KILLING INNOCENT KITTIES!
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Five Nights At Freddy's Oneshots
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