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

Quick Week

The week only got worse from there.

You learned that what Jeremy said about the pizzeria being destroyed was true The location was going to move to a new building, and the old animatronics would be brought back. you looked forward to the demise of the current pizzera. You hoped the new place wouldn't be just as bad. You wondered why this buisness was being shut down. You would ask jeremy later.

You greeted Jeremy with a smile as you met in the buildings parking lot. The moon shone full and bright, and the stars seemed to stick to the navy blue fabric of the sky like glue.

you two went through the doors together and to the office. jeremy's chair was still there. You checked your watch and it was only 11:36. After a while of sitting impatiently, you remembered the question you had for Jeremy.

"Uh... yeah... " he answered. "people are... kind of wary of this place, yeah, um, after the whole uh, "Bite of '87" deal... and for good reason." He yanked on his tie.

You shot him a questioning glance.

"You... you haven't heard? It's been, it's been all over the news, lately. and, and with the whole... murder... thing... people... people really lost their... uh, marbles.... after that." Jeremy shook his head out of disbelief. "D--despicable. Steal--stealing one of the suits to do something like that?" He pulled on his collar, and leaned across you to flip the switch on the desk fan and turn it on. The large gush of wind blew his hair back a little.

Jeremy had kickstarted your memory, and you remembered reading the newspaper a week back. the headline read ssomething about a thing dubbed the bite of 87.

"Yeah... so... the place... this place... couldn't stand all the bad publicity. It had to be shut down. F--for the best, really... The new place will be up in, in no time though."

you hummed in reply

The clock struck 12 and the night started. You had made sure to grab another freddy mask for jeremy before it did. You checked the cameras and winded the music box this time, while jeremy made sure none of the animatronics were sneaking up on you two through the vents or the hallway.

nothing really out of the ordinary happened or at least not anything more unusual than normal. Nothing worth mentioning.

the night ended as soon as it started. you and jeremy bid each other goodbye, and returned home. That day, after napping, you went to the library and researched Freddy Fazbears. You didn't have a computer at your apartment or one of those fancy shamancy luggable computers for that matter. you learned all about the bite, and all about the murders that took place. you felt a little sick. You were working at a place like that? where things like that had happened? Concerning to the max.

The nights that came after only got more difficult to manage (balloon boy couldn't help but give you more than a few visits), but they zoomed by. Jeremy continued to work with you all through them, even though he should have had the week off. he told you he wanted to work overtime to get the extra pay. (but was he lying to you?)

Each morning you wished each other goodnight, even though good morning would probably be more appropriate.

On the 3rd night balloon boy decdied to start appearing. On the 4th night you both almost got mauled by mangle. On the 5th night...

It was 5:51. Your week was almost over. Both you and Jeremy had gone through the night without any conversation. utmost focus was needed and you didnt have any thing to talk about anyway. jeremy was in charge of the cameras and music box. you, of course, watched the vents and hallway.

without warning, jeremy turned to you. "Um... uh... you know..." jeremy gulped nervously. he was starting to blush again. "The... the week... is almost over, and... the pizzera is almost over too... but I don't want this to be over. our... our friendship! I think-- i think it's been a fun few nights, uh, well i wouldnt say that, but, it's..." Jeremy nervously sat back straight in his chair and tried to collect himself. He had to look up to meet your eyes because his chair was so much shorter. "It's been nice spending time with you!" he finally spit out. You blushed, matching JEremy's shade of red. you were extremely touched!

"I think... it would be better... if we spent time together, um, outside of work,.. you dig? Um, not... not in a deadly situation. I-- I can give you my phone number, and, and we can go from there, um..." he stared at your shoes.

You were about to reply, when you heard the last reminiscents of the music box play out. You dived for the music box, but it was too late. Jeremy froze, realizing what he had done by forgetting about the box. "Oh-- oh no! No!"

He fumbled for the computer with butterfingers, nearly dropping it to the floor. He panickedly switched to the camera view with the large gift box. It was open. The puppet was no where to be seen. "Oh... oh my." All of the color drained from his face, and he turned deathly pale, until he was white as a sheet.

"What... what time is i--" He was cut off by a scree from the hallway. There stood the outline of a marrionette, free from its strings. on his face stuck a large grin, but he looked angry like he was mad at you.

you had a split second to react, and in that split second, you did the first thing you could think of.

The marrionette dived, and you dived, and Jeremy fell to the floor with a crash, the bulky computer following quickly after. A large crack bloomed on the screen, from corner to corner, and a large gash bloomed on jeremy's forehead, soaking his hair and face and staining them red.

You had pushed jeremy out of the way, and you both landed on the floor. you rolled off of him as he stayed still, presumably from shock, and you kicked the marionette away with as much force as you could. it was lighter than expected, and it flew through the air across the room, hitting the wall with a hallow thump. It slouched to the floor and didn't move from that position. Then the bell rang.

You averted your attention to Jermy, who, in the meanwhile, had curled up in to a ball and started to bite his fingernails. He was saying something, but you couldn't tell what due to the heavy stutter. A small puddle of blood was pooling around his head. you would need to tend to that fast.

"Oh god I'm so SORRY!" he yelled and sat up abruptly.

You shrugged. you didn't care much for apologies right now, you just needed to help Jeremy with his injury.

Jeremy continued to speak unintelligble words and sounds as you searched for a rag. when you couldnt find one, you opted for some napkins you found in one of the drawers. when you reached up to wipe away the blood on jeremy's face, he jolted back.

"S..sorry... force of habit...." Jeremy touched his forehead. "Oh..." he brought his hands back down and watched the blood drip down from his fingertips. "Oh my..." And then his eyes rolled back in to his head, and he fainted.

You supposed he had a weak stomach.