Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Some days, you were a waitress. Other days, you were a janitor. Rarely, though, you'd work the night shift. You knew all about the animatronics and what they were capable of.
You also knew that they had human forms which they could transform into at will.
Anyways, today was pretty busy for you. You had to do all three jobs. You felt the animatronics' stare trying to bore into your mind every time you looked away, and it honestly freaked you out.
The feeling worsened once the restaurant closed for the day. You got out a vacuum cleaner from the supply closet, noticing two large paw prints on the ground. "Damn it, Bonnie..." You muttered as you plugged in the vacuum. You tried to shake away your bad thoughts with a song you had gotten stuck in your head.
"Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You're gonna sing the words wrong~"
Little did you know the animatronics were listening to you sing. Freddy especially. He had admired you from afar for quite some time now.
Once you were done cleaning, it was already time for you to put away the cleaning supplies and don the dreaded night security badge.
You huffed as you sat in the swivel chair in your little office. You knew the animatronics actually liked you, and they honestly didn't want to hurt you. Yet, they still thought it was funny to give you a good scare every now and again. It annoyed you quite a bit, but they knew you couldn't stay mad at them for long.
-Freddy's POV-
I was sitting on the edge of the stage, swinging my legs as I hummed. (Name) got that song stuck in my head, too. It was honestly much easier to move around in my human form.
I was pondering my thoughts when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Foxy, a mischievous grin on his face. "Are you going to go scare (Name) again?" I huffed. "Nah. I actually wanted to give ye this." He handed me a small yet long red box, the word "Pocky" printed on it. "What exactly is this?" I asked. "It's a kind of snack, I think. Anyway, go to the office an' ask (Name) if she wants to play the Pocky game~" Foxy giggled.
"And what is this game?" I questioned. "Ye'll find out. Just go ask 'er." He waved his hand dismissively, shooing me off the stage and towards the office.
-back to you-
You were trying to get the monitor to work. Damn thing broke again...
Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat. You snapped your head over towards the noise to find Freddy standing there, a box of Pocky in his hand. "Hey, Fredster. Need something?" You asked. "Er, Foxy told me to ask you if you wanted to play the Pocky game..." He scratched the back of his head.
You blushed heavily. "D-Do you know how to play?" You murmured. He shook his head. You motioned for him to come closer. He did as instructed, tilting his head as you peered into the hallways. "I-I'll show you..." You slowly took a stick and placed the biscuit side between your teeth. "You bite d-down on the other end. We ke-keep doing this until our..." You trailed off. Freddy blushed. "Is THAT what Foxy was trying to get us to do?!" He screeched.
"I REGRET NOTHIN'!" You heard Foxy yell from his little cove. You were about to sigh when you felt Freddy bite down on the other end of the snack. Your blush worsened as you nibbled further.
Freddy smiled warmly and ate the rest of the stick, letting his lips touch yours. You were caught off guard for a moment before you shyly kissed back.
He pulled away after a moment. "I couldn't help it...I just wanted to kiss you already, and we were going a little slow..." He chuckled sheepishly. You giggled and hugged the brunette, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"Say...Are there any more Pocky sticks left? I kind of liked that game...