Dayshift At Freddy's Oneshots!

Requested By Dat_one_springtrap

Jack x phone head reader. Sorry it took so long.

You were the first person to ever be given a phone for a head that wasn't actually caught in a springlocked suit.

You were in a fire, trying to save someone. You thought that it was odd that they weren't trying to save themselves at all, even though there was no one else in the building. So you thought he must have been suicidal, and tried to save him. You had almost died, but you remember someone picking you up, taking you to someone. Then you couldn't remember anything else.

Then you woke up, in someone's bedroom, with someone watching you. You didn't know his name, but you knew him. Or at least, the version of him that you conjured in your head, of a successful business owner with no apparent suicidal tendencies, despite nearly burning himself down with his restaurant. You had been there a few times, and it seemed better than the others of the same brand that all got shut down for murders on premises. He was attractive, and, at least to your knowledge, conveniently single. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. So you waved instead. The man looked up and smiled. "Welcome to the land of the... ah... well, undead!"

You briefly consider the possibility of vampires, but then settle on staring at the man's face. You had never gotten a good look at it before. It was easy to look past the thinly veiled scars to the man beneath, but it was difficult to ignore the fact that instead of two normal eyes, one was a deep brown and the other was purple, and almost seemed... you searched for the right word, finally settling on mechanical. You tried to speak, your voice replaced with a static-filled whisper. "Hi."

"Um..." the man trailed off for a moment. "I didn't plan this far. What's your name?"

"(Your name). You?"

The man smiled. "(Your name). It's a pretty name. My name's just Jack. Jack Kennedy."

"You were in the fire." you tried to sit up, barely succeeding before slumping back into the pillows.

Jack nodded. "Yep."

"Why?"

"Trying to die."

Oh, you thought. That's... bad. I should do something. But no matter how much you try, you can't think of anything to say.

"I'm not sure if this is the right time to say it, but you have a phone for a head." Jack said.

You cough. You aren't sure whether or not that was going to be your entire reaction, or if that was from the smoke inhalation. "Pardon?"

He took out a small handheld mirror, showing the fact that you do, in fact, have a phone for a head. It's clean. Yellow. Pretty. "I'm not lying. You do."

"Huh."

"Y'know, I kind of assumed you would have more of a reaction than just 'Huh."'

"Oh, no, I'm surprised, but the existential crisis is probably going to get to me in a few hours. Maybe more."

"Ah."

"Why did you want to die?" you cringe at the blunt question, but Jack doesn't seem to mind.

"It's a long, weird story."

"Try me."

"... And now I'm here." Jack finished. You raise your hand, then jerk it back to the rest of your body. Damn you, habits I haven't been able to get rid of since school. "Yes?"

"You have a soul now. How?"

Jack paused for a moment, thinking. Or at least, you think so. "I think that for some reason Blackjack couldn't make it to his Happiest Day without a body, and instead of bouncing me up to paradise, he got bounced back into me."

"Oh." You smile. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you got bounced back to reality."

"That's just because you were coming to get me. You would've died without me."

"Nope. I'm glad because of perfectly... well, not selfish reasons. Not because I didn't want to die."

"Well, I'm glad you came to get me. Now, go back to sleep." he said, leaning over and planting a kiss on the top of your head. You would have blushed, if you didn't have a phone for a head. "You need your rest."