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

Mike vs. Vincent

And the week did go on as normal. For a while, at least.

You didn't interact with Mike or Vincent much, as much as you wanted to. The former being too tired to talk, and the latter acting a little strange. He had seemed a little off lately. You didn't pry to see why.

You did, though, get to spend more time with Fritz and Jeremy. You met up over simple things, maybe just to have coffee, or for Fritz to show off his "badical" new video game.

Jeremy was upset. "I want to go to the beach." he sighed sadly.

"What brought this on? And dude, we live in Utah. The beach is like, 1,000 miles away."

Jeremy released a puff of air. "I know. That's the problem."

"The beach sucks, anyway. That motherfucking sand won't stay out of my motherfucking buttcrack."

"G-Gross... How-- how about you, Y/N? Do you like the beach?"

You shrugged.

"Uh... yeah. Me too."

Oddly enough, Fritz and Jeremy were acting increasingly awkward around you. Jeremy in particular. Except you knew fully well why. You recalled the private conversation the two had at the carnival.

You gnawed on your cheek. You heard the conversation. You weren't a dumbass. Both Fritz and Jeremy liked you, but Fritz would ignore his feelings for Jeremy's sake. You weren't sure how you felt about that. But you did know that Jeremy had a crush on you, and that Jeremy didn't know that you knew. You wondered if you would get a confession out of him any time soon.

Either way, the days continued to go by. It was Thursday, two days had passed since the carnival, and you were stepping out of your car in the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at 6am. You walked up to the doors, fishing in your pocket for the keys-- where were they?-- when suddenly, a very frantic Mike burst out. 

You jumped back in surprise. Now, you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something told you Mike was in a hurry to get as far away from the pizza place as possible.

It was as if Mike had only just noticed you standing there. "Oh... hi, Y/N." 

He looked pale.

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. I'm good. It's all good, here."

Now, you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something told you Mike was very not  good.

Mike cleared his throat and got a hold of himself, straightening his tie. "Seriously. I'm chill."

He looked tired.

"Haha..."