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

Pumpkin Carving

When Mike started, he was using a spoon. It wasn't long before he neglected the spoon in favor of his bare hands, claiming it was easier that way.

Mike had to undergo the challenge of scooping the insides out of multiple pumpkins.

"You brought this upon yourself, Mike," Fritz commented as he tried to smooth out the newspaper covering the table that shielded it from the mess of pumpkin carving. "You didn't have to pick so many pumpkins."

"I know that," Mike griped. "You could help, you know." He eyed him.

"I'm alright. Thank you for the offer, though," Fritz said blithely as he leaned back in his chair. "Remember to separate the seeds from the guts, will you?" he requested.

Mike took on a choleric expression in response and continued his task.

He dug into his red pumpkin and pulled out a handful of goop and seeds. He threw it on to the newspapered surface of the table without bothering to isolate the seeds, to Fritz's great annoyance.

Mike smiled a little as Fritz rolled up his checkered sleeves and grumbled and fussed about "something something... can't believe I have to touch this shit... something something... if you want something done you have to do it yourself."

Mike tore out another heaping handful of slop to cast aside onto the table. "Man, I'm gonna have so many pumpkin guts to clean out from under my nails," Mike said dolefully, inspecting the aforementioned fingernails.

Vincent decided to speak up. "Rather than using your hands, you could use a scooper. Or maybe gloves," came his voice from below. He had been banished to the floor by Mike and Fritz. You looked down at him and he was sitting criss-cross applesauce with his gutted pumpkin in front of him. He had already moved on to the carving portion.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak," Mike replied.

"Ditto," Fritz added on unhelpfully. He was wiping his hands off on a towel after being satisfied that he had retrieved every pumpkin seed from the mess and gathered them all into a little pile on the table. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and inspected his pile again to make sure it was still neat.

Vincent rolled his eyes and returned carving his pumpkin, staring close at it with an expression of incredible focus.

Fritz put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair once more, it's front two legs not on the ground. He put his feet up on the table, taking great care not to mess up his pumpkin seeds. "It looks nice outside," he said. "Too bad it's real cold."

He was right. It was cold, but sunny, with just the right amount of clouds drifting across the blue sky. The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the blinds and spilled onto the kitchen table, painting everything with yellow stripes.

It was the only source of light in the room. You thought the sun was too nice to taint with any artificial light.

"Tch," Vincent complained sadly. "My ghost is going horribly."

"Shut up, Vincent," Mike and Fritz said in unison.

By this point, Vincent had figured that it was best not to talk back. It wasn't worth it.

You all scooped and carved in silence for a while. You couldn't figure out what sort of design to carve, so Fritz picked one for you out of a stencil book. It was a pumpkin. You were carving a pumpkin into a pumpkin.

Original.

Fritz sighed, bored, as he scooped all of the seeds into a pile for the 50th time. "I got a new job," he said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah?" Mike prompted. He had since finished gutting all of his pumpkins. He was now carving your face into the pumpkin he had selected for you. You weren't allowed to see it until he had finished.

"I restock vending machines at the bowling alley," Fritz elaborated. He got up. "Yo, (Y/N,) where do you keep the baking sheets?"

You motioned to the cupboard where you stored them.

"Does it pay well?" Mike asked, not entirely paying attention. He kept glancing at your face and then back to the pumpkin. Trying to get your likeness perfect, you presumed.

Fritz began scrummaging around in the cupboard. "No. Pays like shit." You heard the scream of a bunch of pans clattering on top of each other and saw Fritz hastily close the cupboard with a sheet pan in hand. "Nothing to see here," he said when he saw you staring at him inquisitively.

"Anyway," Fritz said, setting the pan on the table, "It's the only job I could land, so it'll do, I guess." He turned your oven on.

Fritz stepped over Vincent, to Vincent's displeasure, in search of a bowl. You pointed to where you kept them.

You watched Fritz stroll over to the table, brush the raw pumpkin seeds into the bowl, throw some other shit in there, and then spread them out sporadically on the sheet pan.

He tossed it into the oven. "Now... we wait," he said.

"Do I get any?" Vincent dared to ask.

"Only if you're good," Fritz promised.

Vincent didn't know what to make of that, so he opted for going back to carving his ghastly looking ghost.

"(Y/N)!" Mike exclaimed, stealing your attention. He turned his pumpkin around to face you. "Behold!" he announced. "What do you think?" He smiled.

You heeded the pumpkin. You told him it looked great. (Even though it didn't look so great.)

"Are you an artist?" Fritz inquired.

"No," Mike answered ingenuously.

"I can tell."

Mike shot Fritz a dirty look. "I'm going to do you next, and I'll make sure it's really ugly," Mike told him angrily.

"Thank you. I'm flattered."

(A/N: It's been... almost 6 months since I last posted. 😬😓😲 I am so sorry. I got caught up in some real life things.

But in other news, we've passed the 1 year anniversary of this book! The first chapter was posted December 29th, 2017. I hope I won't still be writing this when it turns 2 years old. I want to finish this book eventually!! xD;;;;

Also, thank you all for 2.5k reads and over 150 votes!)