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

Pumpkin Patch (Happy Halloween!)

"My god. The nostalgia." Fritz looked down near his feet. "This carpet!" He took a big sniff of the air. "Ah," he sighed. "Smells like oil. I've missed this place." 

You smiled. You thought he would like going to the bowling alley, and you thought right.

You took a few steps forward... right into a big cloud of smoke. It threw the both of you into a coughing fit. "Oh god..." Fritz hacked a few more times, and wiped his watering eyes. "Didn't miss that part, though," he choked.

There were a lot of smokers in the center tonight. Smoking in the corner, smoking at the bar, smoking while rolling the ball. You would have gone somewhere else, somewhere where smoking was banned, but this was the only alley in town. Whatever.

"I used to come here all the time as a kid," Fritz said. You and him beelined to get rental bowling shoes. "With my family, usually." The man at the counter asked for both of your shoe sizes. "Though I also went to a lot of birthday parties here," Fritz finished. He basically had to yell at him to be heard-- over the music --Thriller by Michael Jackson, in the Halloween spirit, you assumed-- and the sounds of pins being knocked over and the sounds of other people yelling at each other just to be heard by the other people yelling at them. The man delivered the goods. ('Goods' as in bowling shoes.)

 Within minutes you two were slipping the shoes on and lacing them up. Fritz put his foot up on a bench."It's a wonder I don't lung cancer from all the second hand smoke in here," Fritz commented, as he pulled the laces tight. "Maybe I just have really strong lungs." 

Was that how lung cancer worked? Anyway, your shoes were all tied up and ready to go. You were ready to bowl. 

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"Man!"

The doors shut behind you and the sounds of the bowling alley were instantly muffled. You could hear the crickets singing their songs in the grass beyond the parking lot. It was kind of nice.

"I can't believe you won against me!" Fritz hit you playfully on the arm. "I'm a brilliant bowler, if I do say so myself." He threw a gutterball nearly every time.

"Hah... anyway..." He glanced at the glowing vending machine shoved up against the wall of the building. The one that usually got stuck. "I'm hungry. What about you?"

You said you wouldn't mind going somewhere else... it was Friday, after all, so you could stay out as late as you wanted. Maybe go to a restaurant or something. Or a fast food place. One and the same to you right now.

"Sure, yeah, a restaurant," he was too preoccupied to participate in the conversation fully. He was staring longingly at the vending machine.

By now you thought he had eyed that vending machine far more times than you thought was a normal amount of times to eye a vending machine. You sighed and asked him if he wanted to get something from it. (Even though you could go to the 7-11 down the street and get better snacks there. Ones that couldn't possibly get stuck.)

"I can get you something too!" Fritz argued. He extracted two crumpled dollars from his pocket. "What do you want?" He started walking backwards towards the machine.