5 LONG NIGHTS | fnaf x reader scenarios

First Fumble

designs are personal ones I made up. 

reader's pronouns are neutral!

enjoy. 

warnings: foul language, smoking

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MIKE SCHMIDT 

The office is empty once you get there. However, it is only 11:45 and that's a whole 15 minutes before midnight. That's right. Midnight. You were told to be early, so this is just you being professional. All professional up in here, like some sort of fancy businessman.

There's two wheelie chairs, and you take a seat in one, picking up a tablet resting on the desk. You wonder who the other chair is for. It's for your partner, at least- that's what you had been told. You knew that part. Maybe they were late. Or maybe you didn't actually have a partner. Not that you really minded either way. 

At 11:58 your partner arrives. He's frowning, and just from the way he's... vibing (?), you can tell he's an unusually moody person. Okay, vibing is a bad word. More like, you can almost sense him and his grump attitude just by glancing over at him. Minutes later, the phone rings. You ignore it, and by the time he reaches for it, the man on the phone is already speaking. So it's a recording. 

"Hello? Hello?" 

After this simple greeting, you mutter a small greeting of your own in response. Despite the fact it's a recording, you still feel the need to at least acknowledge the existence of the stranger;s voice. However, from then on you tune him out, instead kicking your feet up on the desk. Glancing over at your partner, you grin lazily when you find him glancing over at you. He's scowling, lips pressed tightly together in disapproval. When he realizes you're looking at him, he glances away, pointedly focusing on listening to the phone call. 

"What's your name?" 

"What?" He stares at you, as if you're speaking another language. Maybe you are. You know you're not though. He probably just wasn't paying attention. Or more specifically- actually paying attention to what is probably an important phone call while you scroll through the camera like it's the meme tag on Instagram. 

"What's your name? I'm (Y/n)." 

"Mike. Mike Schmidt." 

"Hi, Mike. Nice to meet you," you greet, giving a thumbs up. You refrain from asking about whether or not he's gotten jokes about his last name (like, Mike Shit-). It's probably a reality in this poor man's life, and you wouldn't want to come off as an ass by asking. Or even by just popping a joke yourself about it. Plus it's a stupid thought. 

"Can you just please be quiet?"

Well you'll be damned. He speaks. 

The phone call is reaching its tail end, and Mike seems intent on finishing it. Although his face seems a little pale, as if he's having a, 'fuck what have I just gotten myself into,' kind of moment. The phone call mentions something, something about teeth or eyeballs (maybe a weird reminder to keep your eyes alert and your mouth shut) and then concludes with a reminder to save on power.