---Spread Love {FNaF Night Guards x Reader} [BOY]---

Michael Schmi-- No, Just Mike.

It was Wednesday already. You and Jeremy arrived at the place, early. So early in fact, that nobody was even there yet!

You both loitered until somebody-- anybody-- showed up to unlock the doors. suddenly a shabby, dusty colored looking car putted up. A rather disheveled looking man stepped out, with glasses that accented his hazel eyes, and a scruffy chin. You figured he was maybe in his late 30s. He looked up to close the car door and spotted you and Jeremy leaning against the brick of the building.

"Uh... hello?" he finished the act of slamming the car door, (rattling the entire piece of junk), and walked over to you. "Hello? Do you need something?" he had a perpetually tired look, with bags under his eyes.

Jeremy spoke up. "We're uh, we're here for the job, um, we-- we came a little early..." he glanced at you for help. You shrugged and nodded at the man. 

"Oh. Well--" he sifted through his pockets, first checking the left, then the right, before finding the keys. He shambled off to the door and as he jammed the key in to the hole you saw his right wrist-- the one he was holding the key in-- was broken, or sprained, or something, because a thick cast of bandages coat it. "--you uh, you found the right guy. Come on in, I'm Scott." 

You and Jeremy followed his lead. 

"You saw the ad in the newspaper?" Scott questioned, still not looking back at you. 

"Uh.... no, we-- we came from the other place. We uh, wanted a job here... after... the renovation, and, relocation." 

"Oh. Well then frankly, I'm a little surprised you would still want to work here." Finally scott turned. "Wait a second! I know you!" he pointed at Jeremy with his left hand.

"You-- you do???"

"Sure, yeah. You're, uh, Jeremiah... Fitzgerald! Right?"

"Er, yeah, that's-- that's right." Jeremy stared at the checked floor. 

"The kid who I left the messages for?"

jeremy's eyes lit up. "Oh! I-- I know you, too. You're the-- you're the ph-phone guy!" 

"Uh sure, if you want to call me that... I suppose. Well in that case, I'm even more surprised you came back for the job." scott turned to you. "Were you the new guy?"

You nodded, confirming.

"Yeah... uh huh." he turned around again. "Come, follow me for the interview." He set off at a brisk pace. You followed, and Jeremy had to run a little to keep up.

"Do we--" Jeremy panted. "Do we really have to do the interview again?"

"Yes, company policy. Though you should know it's not that stressful. It's really just... filling out some paperwork."