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

Math

You tore the paper from his hands and flipped to the front page.

April 9, 1985. CHILD FOUND DEAD AT LOCAL PIZZERIA.

Honestly... you weren't surprised.

You decided to read on. It also didn't surprise you that the "local pizzeria" was Fredbear's Family Diner.

When you read the name of the kid, however, you were surprised. O

Oliver Cawthon.

Cawthon. As in... one of Scott's relatives?

As in his son?

"This was before the boss started paying reporters and parents to keep quiet about the whole murder thing, mind you." Mike snapped you out of your thoughts.

"I noticed the murders stopped after this one," he added. "So you let me grace your ears with my theory..."

Oh no.

"I think Vincent was so sad that his brother died, he stopped murdering in his memory!"

That was so obviously wrong.

"Vincent is recovered now, though, so he's murdering again! And he murdered these five children specifically because they had something to do with Guillermo's death!"

That was probably one of the stupidest things you'd ever heard in your life.

Mike suddenly stopped. "But that means Abigail would have done something bad..." and Abigail would never do anything like that..." His mutterings continued decreasing in volume until he was completely silent, one hand over his mouth, the other supporting his elbow, pondering.

You, unlike Mike, thought Guillermo's death and the last killing were completely unrelated. Though you didn't know why the murders just stopped in 1985. For no apparent reason, the killer went cold for two years, after over two years of murder. But now he's back again.

Maybe it's not even the same person.

Either way, you came up with a terrifying concept. Was this the beginning of a new murder scare?

"On second thought," Mike finally said, "Maybe I should think my theory over."

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Fritz met you at work again on Friday. You liked hanging out with him. You wished you two would do it more. Maybe you should make him go on a date with you.

You noticed he was in normal clothes. Fritz noticed that you noticed.

"Okay..." he said slowly. "Remember how I said nobody could fire me? ...I was wrong."

You snorted.

"Hey, fuck you." Fritz leaned back in his chair and inspected his nails. "I'll get a job at McDonalds or something. Do the employees get a discount? Yes? No?"

You told Fritz about what happened yesterday after work. (Except for the part where you went over to Vincent's house.) About halfway through your story you saw Fritz was looking at you with wide eyes.

When you finished, he finally commented.

"Holy shit, wait." Fritz took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "You're telling me that son of a bitch has a brother?"