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

Scotty? Vinny?

You were watching the television after work, waiting until it was time for you to visit Jeremy. It wouldn't be long, but you wanted to make the most of your free time.

You were startled by a piercing ring. You pried yourself from the TV to go an answer the phone. You picked it up and held it to your ear.

Who was this?

"Hello... Y/N. We haven't spoken in a while, huh?"

Vincent...? That's right, maybe it was time to finally talk again.

"I really am sorry about what I did... and I've had time to think it over that I know I should apologize to you. I just... hope we, or, you specifically, can put it behind us, you understand? It was the product of a lack of communication."

That was true... lack of communication. You knew Vincent really was a fine guy, he just moved far too fast.

You forgave him. It was about time to make up, and start over.

"Thank you. I'm glad we can maybe... try again at this. Oh... on an unrelated note, how is Jeremiah? Must've been quite the terrible ordeal, getting shot."

How'd he know about what happened to Jeremy? The press had to keep it quiet, and Vincent didn't work at the pizzeria anymore...

"Hm? Oh, Scotty told me about it. And give Jeremiah my best wishes from me, okay?"

Scotty?

You passed the phone to your other hand, and you checked the time on your watch.

Speaking of Jeremy, it was time for you to go. Past the time for you to go.

"Oh. Well, we can always speak later! No problem."

You said goodbye, and hung up. It was a kind of short phone call, you thought. Not nearly as long as the ones you two used to have.

When you arrived to the hospital room, Jeremy was sitting up in bed, fingers intertwined on his lap, as he watched the same TV program you had been watching, with the TV on the wall.

You told him sorry that you were held up... traffic was bad. And an unexpected phone call with Vincent ran a little overtime. By the way, he had told you to give Jeremy his wishes.

"Vincent..?"

Oh... you had never told Jeremy about him.

"No, i know who he is... he's the guy who worked the night shift before the phone guy, who worked before me at the old place. And the guy who Fritz was always complaining about, haha..."

Well, that wasn't the only thing...

"Wha-- you kissed Vincent?"

Well, actually, you didn't kiss him, he kissed you.

"Oh."

Jeremy stopped talking after that. He seemed a little upset.

Two days passed, and after a day with no calls, your phone rang.

You leapt to the kitchen and answered the phone enthusiastically.

"Er... Hello? Hello?"

Alas, t'was only Scott. Why was he calling?

"Okay, well, due to, um, unforeseen circumstances, our replacement nightguard could no longer continue to uh..." he searched for the right words. "Continue to work the shift."

You supposed Doll refused to drop Mike off anymore.

"So... we need a new one,  for the time being. And you, being the only current employee with nightshift experience..."

Woah woah woah woah woah WOAH. No thank you.

"Wait! Wait! I know you must be a little paranoid, with the recent happenings..."

No, it wasn't the attempted robbing that bothered you. It was the goddamn killer robots.

"But I promise things like that don't happen often! Haha..."

You stood your ground.

"Okay..." you heard an exasperated sigh escape from him. "I can have Boss give you a raise. Double the pay. And you'll only have to do the weekends! I'll... I'll do the week, sure."

If the previous pay was $4 an hour, that means your new pay would be $8 an hour. Multiplied by 6 hours from midnight to 6 o' clock... Is $48. Multiplied by the 2 nights of the weekend you would be working... $96. Fine, You would work the shift.

"Great! The layout of the office is different, and you may need some refreshers on how, um, everything goes... hm. Well, no matter. I'm sure you can figure it out."

Aha... thanks for the generosity. You both recited professional goodbyes to each other, and you were about to place the phone back in it's holder, when suddenly something from a few days ago crossed your mind.

Did he, perchance, happen to be friends with Vincent...?

"Er...? You mean Vinny? Why do you ask?"

Vinny...? 

Ah, no reason, you told him.

"Yes... okay... whatever." he seemed to forget about whatever you had just asked him immediately, already moving on to another train of thought.

There were some moments of silence, before you just decided to hang up on him. There was no point to sticking around any longer, and it almost felt like Scott had completely forgotten he was even on the phone with you.

Not too long after that, you figured you should call Vincent. Tell him about your job, and other things. Since he hadn't called you recently, you would.

Vincent picked up the phone happily, and you even told him that you did what he requested and delivered his message from him to Jeremy. You also chatted away to him about your earlier conversation with Scott, and your new job."

"Hm... Scotty's taking up the shift? He should pray he makes it out uninjured, or hell, alive. You do know how he broke his arm? Fighting off one of the relentless animatronic bastards. Christ."

You began to wonder how Vincent knew about the murderous robots, but then you recalled Jeremy's earlier comment.

"No, i know who he is... he's the guy who worked the night shift before the phone guy, who worked before me at the old place."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, though. If he can do it once he can do it again. You, too. You were brave enough to face it once, for five days, so I know you can do it for only two. I'm confident."

You laughed a little at the encouraging words. You could only hope.

A/N: Fun fact about the double pay... $96 then would be worth around $206.87 now. I don't exactly have the point of reference to know if that's a good pay for uh... risking your life, but yeah. (Actually now that I think about it, firefighters are paid like $23 to an hour, and so are policemen, who both risk their lives... and $8 to an hour then is only maybe $17.24 now. so no, I don't think so. Can't hardly be compared. It seems as if you're being ripped off!)