5 LONG NIGHTS | fnaf x reader scenarios

Second Stumble

warnings: foul language, abusive siblings, parents fight/arguing (ment.), foot fetish..? (ment).

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MIKE SCHMIDT 

Night two. 

You stumble in with an energy drink in one hand and a coffee in the other. You didn't get the chance to sleep really after you're shift the previous night/morning, so you needed something to keep you awake. Maybe you should just dump the energy drink into the flimsy cardboard coffee cup. The extra rush should keep you alert enough for most of the night. At least, you hope so. 

As you step into the cluttered security room, you note two things. One, that Mike is not here yet once again and two, it's 11:58 and your shift starts in two minutes. 

You spend the last two minutes before the looming danger begins cleaning up. You throw all the wrappers and empty soda cans away in the dinky trashcan provided. It's way to small to really hold much of anything. Better for a little bathroom wastebasket rather than an office that is used every, damn, night. Maybe you should replace it. Bring this miniature one home for Alby to paint on and use in their room or something. They'd certainly get a kick out of that. 

The electronic rings sounds out and your night begins. You look through the cameras, glancing at each and every room for a second or two. For now the animatronics are in their proper places. Who knows how long that will last. It didn't take long last night. You pause at Camera 1C. Right now, all you see are the starry curtains and the same little signs. For a brief moment, it appears to say 'it's me,' but with a blink and another glance at the screen... Nothing. Just the generic, 'Out of Order,' sign. The phone rings a few times and the man from the night before starts rambling. 

"Hello? Hello?" The man on the phone is hesitant and tired. He sounds like he's seen too much and has nobody to talk to about it. After all, he works here. Not many people here are privy to the things that go on at this place once night falls. 

"Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time..." 

After that, the phone man's voice trails into oblivion. You start to nod off, only jerking to full alertness when you hear the creaking of mechanical bodies...

Chica's outside the door. You barely press down on the light before you shut the door in it's face. Any slower and you would've been dead. You check the camera. 

"There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors..." 

A groan and a patter of footsteps. 

"Of. Fucking. Course," Mike exclaims, throwing himself into the chair next to you. It bumps into yours, sending you rolling a little ways. "What a convenience to us all. Blind spots outside the door, my ass. Just avoiding any possible lawsuits." 

It's almost as if the phone man knows exactly what Mike's saying. Even if it's just a pre-recorded message. He assures you that you're not in any danger. 

"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."