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

Scrub-a-Dub-Dub

Four days later. Saturday.

"So, d'ya have any plans?"

You did, actually.

"Oh." Fritz seemed less disappointed than he did intrigued. "Sometimes I forget you know other people. You don't seem like the type to have many friends."

Was that a dis? Whatever.

You had contacted Mike, earlier, asking him if he needed any help with work and such. He said he was planning on cleaning Abigail's animatronic body later that day. (He could've sworn it had been at least 20 years since the last time those things had been washed.) You agreed to meet up with him. You were bringing the sponges.

You asked Fritz if he wanted to join you.

"Sure. Manual labor sounds like fun." (You caught some sarcasm, there.) "I was bored, anyway. That's why I called you."

Wonderful! You told him to bring a baby pool.

"Wait, I don't--"

You hung up on him. You didn't have any time to listen to his incessant rambling.

Mike was waiting for you outside the pizzeria. A certain animatronic chicken stood next to him. It seemed he somehow managed to lead her outside of the pizzeria. Upon seeing you, he stood up from his squatting position and grabbed the dish soap from next to him.

"Y/N! You have the sponges? Great." He jabbed a thumb behind him. "I scoped it out, and there's a hose connected to the back of the building. So that's where we need to go." He patted the chicken's metal chest. "Follow me, yeah?" 

And you three set off.

Mike bumped up next to you. "You said Fritz can bring the inflatable pool?" You nodded. It was awfully nice of him.

You set up the materials near the hose. Chica, or Abigail, was standing patiently on the other side of the valve.

Mike shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed back to where you came from. "Fritz'll be coming up in the front of the building, huh? I should probably go back and wait for him." 

You waved a hand at him. You would do it.

He shrugged, leaning over to place the soap on the dirt ground. "Okay. If that's what you want."

Soon enough, a familiar car rolled up to the parking lot. A familiar Fritz stepped out of it. He was wearing a leather side-bag. It appeared the contents of it couldn't completely fit, leaving the buckle undone.

You jogged over to him. You inquired him as to where the kiddie pool was. He patted his bulging bag. "Managed to fit the entire thing in here, folded up." He walked around to the trunk of his car, and popped it open after unlocking it.