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

Go out to dinner with us?

You munched absently on a pumpkin seed, watching Mike heft the jack-o-lanterns up on the railing of your porch. He lifted the final one, (The red one with Fritz's face on it,) and wiped his hands together. "Whew! Finally, the pumpkins in all their glory!" He leaned on the railing, pleased. 

It was no sight to behold. If you were to be honest, they looked abhorrent. 

"We should take a picture, so we can immortalize our art forever," Mike enthused. 

Across the porch, Fritz rolled his eyes. "I have a camera in my car. I'll go get it."

He turned to push open the sliding glass door, but you stopped him. You told him there was no need. You had a camera somewhere in the living room you could grab.

"No," Fritz insisted, "I have a nice camera. A digital one. You take the picture, and then it gets saved. You can look through all of the pictures you took, and print them out!" He explained. It seemed Fritz always had the newest and coolest stuff. First a mobile phone, now a digital camera? Where did Fritz get the money to buy all this stuff?

"Oh," Mike interjected, "I saw a commercial for that once! So cool!" He stepped forward and urged Fritz out the door. "Quick, get it!"

"Chill out, that's what I'm doing," Fritz complied.

You turned away from Mike and Fritz, uninterested. You opened your fist and stared down in to it. You had a handful of pumpkin seeds, baked and spiced. The ones Fritz had made. You fingered the pile idly.

 Your eyes flicked up, gaze landing on Vincent. He stood in the corner, arms crossed, head down. He looked pensive. His head tilted up a little and he met your gaze. He considered you, now, and pursed his lips. 

He jerked his head to the left. Come here, the gesture said.

You drifted over to him and leaned next to him casually. You asked what's up.

He stared at something in the distance, thinking over what to say. Seemingly having decided on something, he faced you. "Wanna have dinner tonight?" He asked bluntly.

You opened your mouth to reply.

"Hey fuckhead," Mike pointed angrily, "You don't get to ask him to go to dinner with you."

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Did you have plans with him?" he asked with mock politeness. "I'm so terribly sorry." 

Mike fumed.

You raised your hands to try to calm them down, and Fritz appeared in the doorway, camera in hand. "Whoa, whoa, what happened while I stepped out?"

"I asked (Y/N) to dinner and Mike lost his mind over it," Vincent explained.

Fritz took a step back. "You asked him to dinner? Ew! Why don't I go to dinner instead?"

Desperate to resolve their argument, you suggested that all three of you go to the restaurant.

"Like some sort of double date?" Vincent clarified. "But with three guys dating the same person? Oh, Jesus Christ." He slid a hand down his face and slumped against the balcony fencing.

"We either compromise or we get nothing," Fritz reasoned, albeit annoyed.

You nodded. These guys were all way too horny.

"Dude, we should invite Jerry!" Mike exclaimed. He ran inside the house before anyone could interject, and you heard some faint beeping. It sounded like he was punching a number into the phone.

 You supposed one more wouldn't hurt.

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"This is kind of lame, huh?"

For the past hour, the five of you had been waiting on your orders to finally arrive. Looking around, you could see full tables in every direction, frantic waiters bouncing from guest to guest, trying to appease all. The restaurant was busy tonight.

"Wait, I think that's our food!" Fritz said, pointing somewhere behind you. You turned, everybody perking up. The waiter seemed to be coming towards you. Suddenly, he took a sharp right turn and presented the platter to another group of people.

"Never mind," Fritz mended. You all groaned.

"Goddammit," cursed Mike.

Jeremy, sitting to Mike's right, leaned over the table and buried his face in his arms.

You stood up, announcing you were going to the bathroom.

"I need to go, to," Mike said. He eyed Fritz. "Don't touch my drink, or I'll drink you." 

"Sounds kinky."

Mike gave him no further comment and followed you to the bathrooms.

After you both had gotten far enough away, he spoke. "I don't really need to go the bathroom," he told you, weaving through tables. "I just thought this'd be a good time to confess something to you." 

You looked at him curiously.

You arrived at two doors with signs on them that said Men and Women respectively.

Mike leaned on the wall next to them with faux nonchalance. "I like you," he said. 

You waited for him to elaborate, but he said nothing more. You told him it was a little obvious.

"Really?" he asked. "Well." He tilted his head away from you. "I guess that's good, then. You already knew."

You nodded. You crossed your arms and looked down at them in thought. A lot of people were fighting for your attention, right now. Jeremy. Fritz. Mike. Vincent. You didn't know who you liked most.

"I bet you've had this talk with everybody else at that table, right?" Mike jerked his head towards whence you came, referring to the table you both had sat at with the others.

You nodded once more. 

Mike stood up straight and kicked at the carpeted floor with his toe. "I won't make you between choose now, or anything." He met your eyes. "But it's something to think about, I guess." He spun and made his way back. You watched him disappear in the dim lighting and the crowds of waiters, before turning and pushing your way into the Mens room.