FNAF | Night Guard One Shots

[ Mike Schmidt ] Stories

  "Can we get some cake, _____?" Your sibling begged, pointing at the dessert table that didn't seem too far from you two. You smiled and patted them softly, giving a slight nod. 

Their eyes lit up as they grabbed your hand tightly, tugging you forcefully to the direction the table was located. You chuckled softly and stood up from your seat, making them lead you happily.

Everyone knew that ______ was one of the nicest girls in the neighborhood, which was why they invited her to this outstanding and expensive birthday party for a 7 year old

girl. 

 It had lots of decorations and tons of music and people, also including various types of elegant food that you had never tried before.

They grabbed a plate in excitement, thrusting it to you in hurry. You only smiled and got whatever they pointed at with a satisfied grin.

Soon enough, you stared at the plate full of desserts before looking at back at them in confusion. "Are you sure you can finish this?" You raised a brow, holding a concerned smile. 

They only looked down as if they were embarrassed, an obvious red color slowly filling their cheeks as they fidgeted nervously. 

"I wanted to share with you. You always do stuff for me, so why can't I?" Your eyes only widened in surprise but a relieved sigh escaped your mouth as you pushed through the crowd with your sibling, hoping to manage out unscathed.

You sat down with him at your table, grabbing two forks before handing them one. They took away yours quickly and hid it behind their back, to your surprise. "Hm? What are you-"

"I wanna feed you!" They sliced a bit of the cake off and shoved it to you gently. You only played along and ate it with them, laughing.

It took a while for you to finish the desserts with them but ended once you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You could see the grin on your siblings face form before you spun around to see who it was. You saw Mike waving at you, his grin very visible.

"Hi Mike." You greeted politely as you stood up, dusting your clothes off. You carefully eyed him, a bit surprised at his attire. You noticed how he wore a prince like outfit and a red cape with him wearing a .... Fake wig? You covered your mouth to stifle your laughter as you saw how his "hair" was pushed back by a crown. 

He raised a brow, crossing his arms as he saw what your eyes were averted to you. "Haha, very funny. I'll have you know, I actually look very good with hair."

"And is that sarcasm?"


"Psh, shut up." He looked down in embarrassment before showing a small smirk. "I guess I'm really in a.."