You woke up to a crashing sound, immediately sitting up and then immediately regretting that you let out a loud groan as the stitched up cuts around your waist pulled.
Learning from your mistake you sat up slowly, careful not to hurt yourself again.
Sighing lightly as you quietly made your way downstairs to investigate you ran a hand through your messy hair, making note to brush it you wondered into the kitchen, finding a semi shirtless Scott, attempting to put his work shirt on.
Your eyes now wide you panicked hoping he didn't notice you staring and attempted to hide under one of the kitchen chairs.
You aren't the best at stealth.
Hitting your head on the chair causing you to 'oof' which instantly caught his attention.
"Y/n?"
Running a hand down your face you slowly appeared from under the chair with an embarrassed expression.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just looking for my apartment keys"
You lied.
"Uh huh...." He has finally had his shirt on and sorting his tie out.
"I'm assuming you walked in on me?"
"No... yes" You glanced at your feet, shuffling them about on the tiled floor.
"Struggle to get these damn things on" He laughed lightly, tightening his tie and looking back up at you.
"Anyway food is in the fridge call if ya need anything"
Standing there with a raised eyebrows you crossed your arms, well attempted to with your cast.
"What? No I'm coming with you, I work there as well Scott"
"You're hurt, you've got a broken wrist and you'd be moaning about how much pain you were in"
"Scotttttt come on I've worked there for two days if I'm already missing days off or- excuse me nights off I'll get fired! I mean the pay is shit but it's better than nothing plus it's not like I'm gonna become a stripper!" You argued back a little pissed off.
"I mean you got the body for one..." He muttered, turning his back to you and grabbing his keys.
"What."
"Nothing. Anyway I'm not gonna be able to convince you am I?"
"No"
"Fine whatever, just get changed, chuck a hoodie over a t-shirt until we get you a new shirt and tie"
"Mk, I'll meet you in the car, I'll be two seconds"
Shooting up stairs, nearly tripping over you burst into Scott's room rummaging through your back and grabbing a hoodie.
~Time Skip to fazfucks~
As you walked into the pizzeria clutching your cast, you took note to glare at the seemingly inactive Mangle as you walked past.
Scott waved at the guys as he pointed to the chair.
"Alright, y/n sit down, you're doing the music box since you're broken, Mike left vent, Vincent right, Jeremy flashlight, Fritz help Jere, and I'll do the cameras"
Well that was quick.
Quickly getting into your positions, you felt a crumpled bit of paper hit the side of your head.
Picking it up you read:
I want my hoodie back tmrrw.
Looking up from the note you saw a glaring Mike stare at you with your narrowed eyes.
"No, it's mine now"
Mike scoffed and waved his hand, checking the vent, not bothering to reply.
As you wound up the music box you finally realised how silent the office was.
"Why is everyone being silent?"
YOU ARE READING
A Bit Of A Surprise. (Fnaf Nightguards x Reader)
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) sorry :( You needed a job, with limited choices you chose to work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Little did you know, you'd be working along five others, who would change your life in different ways. Alright, I know probably the whole fando...
