Disclaimer: I do not own fnaf or the characters, they are Scott's. Enjoy~
"Hello and welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria.."
'I should just walk out right now and never look back..' I thought, following the manager through the building I'd now be spending my summer in.
Mother thought it'd be a good idea to have a job this summer, you know, to teach me "responsibility". While I agree, 17 is a great age to get a job, this job isn't what I had in mind.
"So... Are there any questions?" The manager looks at me expectantly.
"Uhh.. Um.. No, sir.." I stutter.
He smiles, "Good, this is Vincent," he gestures to an odd man standing beside him "He'll be showing you around today."
"O-okay.." I look this Vincent guy up and down. He's tall, and pretty well built, he has long purple (yes purple) hair, that is kept back in a messy ponytail. His eyes are purple, along with his clothes and he has just a bit of stubble on his chin. He's... Actually very attractive.
"Okay, good luck on your first day!" The manager says as he briskly walks away, leaving me alone with the "purple man."
"Uhhh-..."
"Follow me." He says, turning away and walking with quick powerful strides, much to fast for me.
"H-Hey! Wait up!" I say, stumbling and tripping in an attempt to catch up to him.
He takes me to a back room, well, more of a closet than anything. There were tons of uniforms hanging around on racks.
"Size?" He asks, but before I can answer he replies, "small.."
He rummages around for a bit, rustling through the plastic that covers the uniforms; he finally pulls out one and hand it to me.
"Try this on."
"R-right here..?" I ask, blushing under his gaze, those eyes were so intense..
He raises an eyebrow, "No, unless you just want to strip in front of me.. There's a bathroom down the hall and to the left."
"O-oh..." I reply, feeling rather stupid, "Of course..."
I walk to the restroom, the pizzeria wasn't open yet so it was quiet. So quiet that my thoughts seemed to echo about my head.
'Gosh this place is creepy..' I opened the stall door and got in, hanging the uniform on the little purse hook. 'I guess it'll probably be better once it opens for the day..' I undress and put on the "security guard" clothes. The pants are a bit long, so I have to roll them up. The shirt was a pale blue button up with a name tag that said "Ashley." The pants were black and had a black belt. A standard outfit for a day guard really..
"Not my name.." I mumble, pulling off the name tag.
I walk back out and go back to Vincent, "Tada..." I say sarcastically.
"Everything fit okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, the pants were a little long though."
"I see." He replies, eyeing me up and down. "Hmm.."
He suddenly walks toward me and grabs my shirt.
"Whoa-.. H-hey what're you-..?"
He started pushing his fingers down my pants, it took me a minute to realize what he was doing.
"Keep it tucked in," he mumbles, his cheek was so close to mine that his hair tickled my lip, I blushed profusely.
"It's a violation of dress code to have it untucked, it'll get you written up." He said, backing away after he had it all tucked in. The feeling of his fingers against the skin of my lower stomach lingered.
"O-okay.. My bad.." I stuttered, my throat was very dry now.
"To start off you'll be in the dining area." He said, his voice was pleasingly deep.
"That's where most of the children will stay during the day, your job is to make sure none of them harm the animatronics and vice versa.." He recites, he must've done this a few times in his day.
"In the occurrence of someone being harmed, you must immediately solve the problem and make sure an ambulance gets there accordingly. Is that clear?"
I jumped, realizing that he had asked me a question.
"Y-yeah.." I choke out, his eyes held my attention completely, making my words jumble up in my throat.
He sighs, "Okay so, here's your equipment. You have a nightstick, keys, flashlight, walkey-talkey, and batteries. I know it seems like a lot of unneeded stuff, but as a guard it's regulation to have these. Just... Put them away somewhere if you don't think you'll need them."
Looking at him I could assume that was what he did, he had keys, flashlight, and his walkey-talkey with him. My eyes went up from his belt, going to his face. His lips in particular, they were perfectly shaped and smooth, I caught myself wondering what it'd feel like to ki-...
"Hey, are you listening?" He had his eyes narrowed at me.
"I-I'm sorry, I got... Distracted." I mumbled, cursing myself for being a hormonal teenager. This guy had to be in his twenties, he wouldn't even want someone as young as me. What was I thinking?
"Listen, this job isn't a joke okay? This animatronics can seriously hurt people if they malfunction. You can't be out there just... Day dreaming."
I flinched at his reprimanding tone, first day on the job and I was already being scolded. Yay.
"It won't happen again.." I said meekly.
But could he really blame me? This stuff was so boring. 'Blah blah blah kids blah animatronics blah' just shut up and make love to me already. I rolled my eyes
I jumped, suddenly feeling fingers wrap around under my chin, tilting my head up.
"You're very rude." He said with a smirk, it was more of an annoyed smirk than a pleased one.
"Keep rolling your eyes at me, see what happens.."
The way he said that made my whole body tremble, he terrified me, yet completely turned me on at the same time. His eyes stared straight into my soul and chilled me to the very bone. Goose bumps stood up all over my body.
"I-... I-..." I tried to speak, to say anything intelligent really but the words just wouldn't form. My mouth was like the Sahara.
He chuckled and pulled my face closer to his, I could feel his hot breath against my lips.
"What's wrong..? Cat got your tongue?"
'Oh god, oh god. What do I do, holy shit what do I do oh god...'
He lets go and laughs.
"That's adorable.."
"H-huh..?"
"You should've seen the look on your face... You were totally freaking out."
I felt a hot blush form on my cheeks, he was just messing with me... Geez..
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me from the room.
"C'mon, I gotta show you the rest of the pizzeria." He said.
He walked me through the dining area, then the restrooms, kids cove, puppet room, party rooms, then he took me to the worst room out of all of them. The Parts and Service room. It was dark and musty, it smelled of something dead, and the old run down animatronics sat in the floor. They were hideous and sent shivers down my spine.
"We... Tend to stay out of this room unless it's just necessary for us to come in here.."
He shut the door behind him and led me to one more small room, it was sort of cluttered and had a single desk in the middle with a rolling chair. He shut the door and leaned against the front of his desk. He looked so...carefree, chill, smooth. It made me feel dorky and out of place.
"So... What's your name?" His eyes were piercing me again, making me fidget.
"Bree.." I replied, surprised by how well my voice worked. Score one for me today.
"Ah, that's a lovely name.."
I became increasingly aware that 1. The door was shut 2. This room was tiny and 3. I was in here alone. With him.
"I don't really think so.. There's plenty of names prettier thanmine.." I mumble, trying not to be awkward.
He shrugged, "I suppose.. How old are you?"
'What is this fifty questions..?' "Seventeen.."
His eyebrows raise, he seems surprised.
"Oh wow, you're pretty young. Any particular reason you decided to get a job here?"
"My mom, she forced me. She told me it'd be good for teaching me responsibility."
"Well she isn't wrong." He chuckled, the sound seemed to reverberate in my head and down my spine.
"Having a job at your age is good experience."
"I guess.." 'Okay my turn.'
"What about you?"
"You mean my age? I'm twenty-two. Been working here for around three years."
"Ah, any reason you work here..?"
He smiled a little, the look on his face made me shiver. "I love children."
"O-oh... That makes sense."
'Stop it brain eesh'
He suddenly walks up to me and plays with my hair, his expression was a bored one.
"You're very pretty.."
'WHAT?!'
"T-thanks.." I could feel my face heating up under his intense gaze.
"I'm sure you have a boyfriend huh..?" He smiled, his face merely inches from mine now.
"N-no.. I don't.."
"Oh?" He sounds pleased, his mouth moves to my ear, tickling it as he talks.
"And why is that?"
My heart is racing.
"I-I don't know... Boys just don't l-like me..."
His lips move down to my neck, making me shiver, "I find that really hard to believe.."
One of his hands moves down my back, stopping at the base and he pulls me close to him. I put my arms on his chest to keep a little space between us, but that doesn't seem to help. I feel his other hand grab the back of my head, his fingers running against my scalp, I can't help but let out a short gasp.
"What's wrong?~" he teases, brushing his lips along my jaw line, "You're so cute.."
"Hnnn..." Was the only response I could get out, I was so hot I couldn't think. My brain was on fire.
He presses his lips against mine, kissing me, I kiss him back awkwardly and gasp when I feel him bite my bottom lip. His tongue expertly slips inside my mouth, dancing around with my own, I push against him, wanting to feel more pleasure. I grab onto his shirt tightly and arch my back at the feel of his cold fingers sliding up the back of my shirt.
He pulls away only to move down to my neck, his lips lightly brush against the sensitive skin; making me gasp and moan with pleasure. He bites hard enough to draw blood, then sucks the newly bruised spot.
"You taste good.." He mumbles, "I'd like to taste the rest of you, but right now your shift is about to begin." He smirks.
'Ah crap.' He's right, my shift begins in five minutes and I'm a hot mess.
"Come see me later.~" he winks at me that shit eating grin still plastered on his face... Asshole.
"O-okay.." I manage to turn and stumble out the door.