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

It's Over (Almost)

You and Mike locked eyes. You both knew.

Mike grabbed Vincent roughly by the bicep and dragged him out of his chair to his feet. "Whoa, whoa, what's the deal?" Vincent asked in a panic.

Jeremy was now sitting erect, observing the scene with darting eyes.

"Uh, ditto!" Fritz butted in. "The hell is going on?"

Mike got close to Vincent's face, so close their noses were almost touching. "You know what the deal is," he hissed. Vincent paled.

You stood and followed Mike as he led Vincent out the restaurant door.

Fritz stood too, gesturing widely. "Hey, where the hell--!? Oh my God, nevermind," he gave up and put his head down on the table. "Why are all my friends such wackasses?"

Jeremy guided him back to his seat and patted him on the back. "I dunno, man, you- you gotta learn to live with it, I guess."

Outside the restaurant Mike interrogated Vincent.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Vincent insisted, exasperated.

"Did you know? I think you do know your trashy brother is the one who did all this!" Mike spoke in hushed tones, trying to deflect any attention from bystanders that may come their way.

"Look, I really don't..." Vincent stared off to the side, expression scrunched. He sighed and buried his face into his hands. "I don't think I can do this anymore," he mumbled.

You and Mike gazed into Vincent's face, not daring to interrupt.

"I knew," Vincent admitted. "I knew, and he threatened to kill me if I let it spill." His hands slid down over his mouth. He looked exhausted.

If Mike had any sympathy, he masked it. "Let's go to the police. Right now," he said firmly, evenly. You glanced at him, and his face was unreadable.

You glanced at Vincent, and his face had apprehensiveness written all over it. "What if he finds us?" he whispered.

"He won't," Mike promised.

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In the end, you did end up reporting Guillermo to the police. Vincent brought along you and the other three guys, too. Guillermo was brought into the station with handcuffs.

"What will happen to him?" Vincent had asked the policeman.

The cop just shrugged and adjusted his cap. "He'll be put away for a very long time, if the court has any sense."

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You bent down and picked the slightly damp paper up off the sidewalk. FREDDY FAZBEAR KILLER ARRESTED, the headline read. Under it was the date, November 15th, and a grainy picture of Guillermo's mugshot. He looked angry. You smiled.

Rolling the paper back up and shoving it into your coat, you looked to the sky. Small flakes were falling. Ah... The first snowfall of the season. Jeremy must be so excited, you thought.

You heard the sound of tires on pavement and turned to the road. A car drove up beside you and the passenger side window rolled down, revealing Mike. "Are you gonna get in or what?"

You pulled open the door and settled into the backseat. You saw that Fritz was driving, and beside you sat Vincent and Jeremy, Jeremy sitting at the other window seat.

Jeremy turned to you with a bright smile on his face and leaned forward to talk across Vincent. "Did you see it's snowing!?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Fritz interjected. "Let's get going. We've had this planned for a week now, we can play in the snow later." He slumped in his seat and pressed the gas. "I hate the snow," he grumbled.

Soon enough, the car rolled into the Freddy Fazbear's parking lot. You all got out and crunched through the thin layer of snow that already coated the ground and crossed the lot. You used your employee key to unlock the door and pull it open. It wasn't much warmer inside.

Today, on a Sunday, it was closed. That meant you all got the building to yourselves. You, Mike, Jeremy, Fritz, and Vincent... and of course, the children's souls.

Fritz and Jeremy helped pull the curtains on the stage back. There, right where they were supposed to be, were the animatronics. Foxy, too. You and Vincent went to the backroom and retrieved the Golden Freddy costume, propping it up on the stage next to Bonnie.

Mike sighed solemnly. "Let's do this," he said. You had a feeling he was talking to himself. He jumped up on the stage and patted Chica on the arm. "Hey, Abigail," he said softly. "Guess what?"

The animatronic opened her eyes slightly, half-lidded. You pulled the newspaper out of your coat and handed it gingerly to Mike.

He smoothed it out and held it up in front of the animatronic face. Soon, he had an audience of three more animatronics with their eyes opened.

"He went to jail, you see that?" Mike continued. "I swear I almost pounded his face in, but the police stopped me," he laughed a little bit, hiding the scowl on his face for Guillermo. "It's the same either way, though. You have justice, now."

The animatronics stared down at Mike. He stared back. "You have justice," he repeated. "You... you can go now. You can move on."

Your heart dropped to your feet. This was hard to watch, honestly.

Mike's grin slipped off his face. "I... I really don't want to see you go," he said, staring at Chica's feet. "But it's for the best, it really is. I promise you'll get to be happy." Mike met all of the animatronic's-- no, the children's eyes, one by one.

Their robotic faces didn't shift, but you felt like they would be smiling if they could. Nicholas, Allison, Tanner, Serigo, and Abigail... all five of them.

None of you saw when their souls left, but you could all tell. You just sensed it, and you swear if you listened hard enough, you might have heard a faint thank you...

The five of you stood in silence for a minute, until Mike clapped his hands together and spun around. You saw his eyes were a little red, but you didn't say anything. "It's over," he said. "We did it."

"Yeah," Fritz piped up. "I guess we did. What now?"

You all glanced between each other.

"Wanna go out for lunch?" Vincent asked, breaking the somber mood.

"All-- all together? Again?" Jeremy didn't seem to be too fond of the idea.

"Nah, man. One on one. Me and (Y/N)," Fritz said.

"Will you go out with me, (Y/N)?" Mike asked.

You all stared at him. "That was sudden," Vincent commented.

"Well, I figured I might as well ask already. What's a better time than this?"

"I think there are a thousand better times to ask than this, man," Fritz told him. "But, regardless... go out with me instead, (Y/N)!"

"Don't go out with those creeps, you should date me," said Vincent.

"H-hey, let me ask, too!"

You stood, feet glued to the floor. This was all very overwhelming. All eyes were on you. You had to make a decision. Who to chose?

You spoke. "I, uh..."

If you choose FRITZ, go to the chapter titled "You Choose Fritz."

If you choose JEREMY, go to the chapter titled "You Choose Jeremy."

If you chose VINCENT, go to the chapter titled "You Choose Vincent."

If you choose MIKE, go to the chapter titled "You Choose Mike."