Pass the Microphone

Make It a Good One

I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. Scott Cawthon does.

Summary: "Thank you so much for inspiring me to push myself to be a better person." - A one-shot series dedicated to Microphone (Phone Guy/Mike Schmidt).

One-shot Summary: Phone Guy awaits the new year. Mike doesn't particularly care about that, either.

Pairings: Just Microphone (Phone Guy/Mike)

Warnings: swearing

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"Phones, the fuck you doing?"

The blond didn't even look up from where he was staring at the clock on the wall, standing far too close to it. He'd been standing there for at least ten minutes now and Mike was getting a little peeved with having his boyfriend constantly in the corner of his eye. He wasn't even doing anything special; just standing there. "Uh - just, uh, watching the clock."

Well, yeah, he could see that. "Why?"

"I-It's New Year's Eve! I'm waiting for midnight."

"Phones, it's six in the fucking afternoon!" Mike pointed out, gesturing to the clock Phone Guy had been obsessed with. "Six hours ain't gonna pass that freaking quickly!"

"I-I know, I just…" The blond reached up and tapped the clock's face, "M-Maybe it's slow…"

"Phones." Phone Guy finally looked over at him; that tone Mike had used was warning, it was the least he could do. "Get your ass over here." The blond snuck another look at the clock before abiding by Mike's wishes and joining him on the couch. Green eyes still locked onto the clock from where he sat and Mike huffed, "Phone Guy." Phone Guy looked at him. "Relax, will ya? You ain't missing anything."

Phone Guy gave a small nod and settled himself, forcing himself not to look at the clock. He fiddled with his fingers anxiously, foot tapping lightly on the rug below him as he fought against his urges. It became so strong, in fact, that he had to snatch a book from the shelf to distract himself with. The words were a meaningless pool before his eyes; he had to constantly read the same sentence over and over again just to try and get the gist of what was going on.

Mike watched him, then gave a small scoff that alerted the blond. Anything to keep his eyes away from the clock. "You people celebrate the New Year too?"

"O-Of course! Don't tell me y-you don't celebrate New Years either?"

"Just another day to me." Mike shrugged, eyes going back to the TV.

Phone Guy's face fell. Oh, great. This was going to be a repeat of Christmas, wasn't it? Just…maybe without the happy ending. "W-Well…g-gosh, don't you, um, celebrate anything?"

Mike's eyes went to the ceiling as he thought about it, then he nodded once, "Halloween."

"Oh…" Well, it was something, he supposed. He and Mike could go trick-or-treating next year, if that was the case. He had Cindy next time, since Diane had had her this year, so that would make it twice as fun! Phone Guy gave a hopeful little smile, already forming the images of he and Mike's costumes in mind. Gosh, what would Mike like to go as? A zombie? Mummy? Vampire, maybe? Possibilities were endless.

"I just don't get it." Mike piped up after a moment. "Celebratin' New Years, I mean. Like…it's a new year. So, what?"

"S-So what?" Phone Guy repeated, "M-Mike, it's a special time. I-It's to, y'know, commemorate a-another year of…well, y'know. Life. W-We survived another year! That's - That's pretty great."

"Eh." Mike muttered, giving a shrug.

"Well…there are a lot of fun traditions, too!"

"Oh, yeah?" Mike looked at him expectantly, "Name one."

"Well…" Phone Guy gave it some thought, "The ball drop in Times Square is pretty exciting!"

"Pfft. My balls dropped years ago. Wasn't that exciting."

Phone Guy paused, took a moment to realise exactly what Mike had said, then he frowned as pink dusted his cheeks. Trust his crude-minded boyfriend to link such a cool tradition with…puberty. The blond looked away as he thought for a moment. God, he really didn't want a repeat of Christmas. As sweet as the Christmas had ended (he could still feel Mike in his arms, both clad in their sweaters and everything), he didn't want to feel the disappointment of not having his boyfriend celebrate with him all over again. That had hurt. Bad. He looked back to Mike, thinking over the traditions one could pull off at the start of the New Year, then he smiled hopefully and leaned back to him, "Uh - w-what about other traditions? L-Like, um…" He looked away bashfully, then glanced back, "Uh - t-the New Year kiss…?"

Mike's eyebrows lifted at that, though his eyes were still on the TV. "Keep talkin'…"

Phone Guy fought back a chuckle, "Uh - w-well, as midnight hits, t-two people, um, kiss. Y-Y'know to, um, bring good luck. Or so they say…"

"Heh. Well, don't you worry about that." Mike grinned and shifted so his back was leaning against Phone Guy's side. He picked up Phone Guy's arm and put it around himself, making Phone Guy blink twice. Mike didn't usually initiate cuddles. "I'm lucky enough as it is." He winked up at him. Phone Guy's cheeks were aflame immediately, glowing brighter than the red lights on the Christmas tree. He grinned and tried to hide it with one hand, which Mike gently took the wrist of and pulled away, grinning himself. "C'mon, that was corny as hell! What're you grinnin' for?"

"…I-It was…s-sweet…"

Mike snorted, then gave Phone Guy a grin that was borderline obnoxious, "And true." He laughed when Phone Guy turned away to hide the redness of his cheeks.

…

The cuddle had to come to an end around half-past eleven, since Phone Guy's excitement over the New Year had sky-rocketed again. Mike, with the same frown he'd worn earlier, sat beside him on the sofa with his arms crossed. The older man was practically bouncing in his seat; the New Year was merely a minute away. Mike rolled his eyes and huffed, alerting his boyfriend, who finally took his eyes from the TV to look at him, "A-Aren't you gonna watch the ball drop?"

"Jus' a ball on a stick." Mike grumbled, making Phone Guy frown and look away. Gosh, would there ever be a holiday he and Mike could just celebrate together? Sure, there was Halloween, but that didn't mean as much to Phone Guy as Christmas and New Years did. He understood that it was Mike's choice and the man could do what he wanted, but…he just wanted to celebrate with his boyfriend, that was all. The way they were acting, it was like they were just friends all over again. The very thought made Phone Guy's heart drop.

The blond was broken from his thoughts and immediately perked up again when he heard the counting of a thousand people. Mere seconds until the a new year - he couldn't wait! Phone Guy grinned widely and joined in, "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! HAP -" He was interrupted from his cheering when the side of his face was suddenly grabbed and his head was turned sharply, then lips were pressed to his before he could even think of a question to ask.

The older man took a moment to think about what was happening here; of course, it was Mike who was kissing him so suddenly. The blond stared at him for a few seconds, felt himself smile against the other man's mouth, then he shut his eyes and gladly returned the kiss. A cold metal hand was put to his cheek next and Phone Guy settled his own hands hesitantly on Mike's waist. The two stayed like that, locked in their little bubble of love, for a good few seconds before the kiss had to break. Both stared at each other, then shared an awkward chuckle.

"G-Gosh…" Phone Guy muttered, "A-Always the kissing traditions with you, huh?"

"Hey, any excuse to plant one on you." Mike replied, forehead pressed against Phone Guy's.

"Hehe, uh…y-you could've told me, though…" He rubbed the back of his neck with a light wince.

Mike flew back and his smile melted into an expression of concern and worry, "O-Oh, shit - did I hurt you?"

"No, no, it's fine." Phone Guy assured, gently bringing the man back to him. "J-Just, uh, g-gotta be prepared, y'know?"

"Heh. Kind of a…split-second decision on my part…Sorry."

"I-It's alright. Uh - i-it's not like I hated it or anything." Phone Guy smiled gently at him, staring at him with eyes filled with love and devotion, and softly kissed him again. He could practically feel Mike's surprise (Phone Guy rarely initiated kisses but, hey, Mike had uncharacteristically started a cuddle earlier), then his heart lifted when the other kissed back. When they broke apart, Phone Guy immediately rested his head on Mike's, bringing the man in for a warm hug. Turns out, it was just like Christmas had been: happy ending after all. "H-Happy New Year, Mike…"

"Happy New Year, Phones. Let's…Let's make it a good one, huh?"

"Hehe - o-oh, don't you worry about that, Junior. I, uh…I have a feeling it'll be a great one…"