"Fucking work."
Mike kicked the heater fan again with his foot, more aggressively than the first fifty times that he hit it. He had bought it a few days ago from a cheap pharmacy in hopes that it would keep him warm at work since they shut off the heat due to their budget cuts. Soon, he'll be buying a pot to pee in because they can't afford plumbing. Bastards.
"Come. ON." Mike scowled before he finally picked up the dumb fan and shook it. "WORK!"
The fan began to make a strange buzzing noise before the the blades slowly came to a halt, the little heat that it produced stopped blowing out as well. His entire office fell dead, silent and cold.
Mike frowned and dropped the fan to the ground, emotionless. "I destroy everything I touch."
"Great."
"GREAT."
"Fuck me."
The young man collapsed back in his chair, sighing, until he heard the chilly breeze whisk past the left door, carrying the faint tune of a piano. He didn't react, though. Those freaks played music occasionally. No, a lot. Mike never had the urge to go and listen, though. He never had the need to leave the office before, even if they did try to coax him with the promise of pizza and games. Fuck that.
He heard a few more notes drift by, very broken up, so he couldn't understand the tune. When he tried to listen, though, Mike felt a sudden gust of warmth blow in, and his goose bump infested body had tingled for that split second until it was all gone. His eyebrows furrowed and he stared down the darkness of the hallway.
Did they fucking have the heat on?
"Oh hell no."
Mike had kept his winter jacket on to keep warm but grabbed his scarf and gloves before he stood up and began to walk down the seemingly toasty hallway. The closer he got to the main dining area, the more comfortable he felt and the more clearly he could hear the music that was playing. The piano keys became more coherent as he recognize the rhythm, but the voices caught him by surprise.
"My mother will start to worry."
It was clearly Chica's voice. It was unbelievably clear and...good for a robot...thing.
"My father will be pacing the floor."
He knew the song, but could only hear one voice. He barely made out the male part; it sounded more like a rumple that was too low to make out.
Mike's stepping became more cautious and slow paced. He rubbed his gloved hands together, buried his nose behind his scarf, and peeked around the corner when he spotted the silhouette of the party tables from the glow of the spotlights on the stage.
"So really I'd better scurry."
"Beautiful, please don't hurry."
There was a bass playing along with the piano, the deeper voice became more prominent but Mike stood off to the side, far away from the stage, but stood there and watched. Freddy was seated at the grand piano standing in the middle of the stage. (Where did that shit come from?) Bonnie was not too far from the bear's side, sitting on a stool with his bass cradled in his lap as he strummed along with the keys. Chica was facing the side of the stage where Mike stood, which caused him to keep his eye on her the most inf ear of being caught. She leaned lazily against the piano, and even though Mike was nervous of her spotting him, her eyesight never seemed to leave Freddy's, who was gazing up back at her. If they held actual human expression, Mike would have guessed they were infatuated with each other, and Bonnie seems chill enough to be sitting off to the side, strumming at his bass. Mike held his arms and leaned against the wall, still peeking around the corner. He had grown unusually warm and was enjoying the song...only a bit, though.
Chica propped her head up by a fist and lazily ran her other wing across the surface of the piano. "But maybe just half a drink more..."
Freddy seemed to grin at this (can they even grin?) and inched a bit closer on the seat."Put some records on while I pour."
Mike's eye grew heavy until a sudden twitch and tingle came to his nose
"I really can't stay."
Oh no.
"Baby, don't hold out."
SHIT-
"Oh, but it's cold outsi-"
"AH-CHOO!"
The three animatronics on stage reflexively snapped their heads towards the security guard muffling his mouth from his sneezing fit. Chica stood straight, expressionless, as did Bonnie with guitar in hand, and Freddy instinctively slammed the top of the piano down. They stood and stared as Mike's vision focused again, rubbing his red nose.
"I-I'm sorry, really, I...heard the music and stuff and, um...y-y'know-"
"We didn't realize you were listening." Chica spoke, a bit sheepish, as her eyes rolled to cast down at the floor.
"It won't happen again." Bonnie said in a monotone voice.
Freddy stood up from his seat in front of the piano, tipping off his hat to scratch his head. "With all do respect, Michael. We are simply not use to having...humans listen to us play our music. We apologize."
Mike simply blinked and took a step forward. "Are you kidding? You guys sounded...well, it sounded nice. Christmas songs usually aren't my thing, but the way you played and...performed," his eyes darted between Freddy and Chica, "well, it was...pleasing."
The robots stood still, not quite sure what to say, their voice boxes barely making a sound.
The guard felt awkward, naturally, and pathetically tried to bring the topic up again. "You guys can...still play around me. I don't care. Well, I DO care but I'll enjoy it. Hopefully. Do you know any other songs?"
"Unfortunately," Freddy placed his top hat back on his head, "there are only so many songs we can hear and memorize both the music and the lyrics to...it's rare we hear any other music but our own. We're lucky if we can catch onto the radio playing from the office during the day."
The way Bonnie and Chica craned their necks down in a shameful manner made Mike feel sympathetic towards them. He didn't blame them-the songs they're programmed to sing are cheesy as hell and shouldn't even be considered good music. The fact that they held such passion for a classic and are interested in knowing more...
"Well, y'know..." Mike ran a sleeve against his wet nose, glancing at the clock that read 1 a.m. "It is Christmas day, technically."
Their heads perked up at the tone of his voice, curious.
"Why don't I play you some music? As a way of celebrating. All you guys had to do was ask." His lips twitched into a smile, and the robots exchanged excited looks to each other.
"We'd love to!" Chica seemed to bounce on her toes, causing the stage to shake. Bonnie clutched his guitar to his chest and Freddy folded his hands together in anticipation.
"Thank you, Michael."
"Anytime. So, you guys ever heard of Sublime?"
should this even be considered a decent christmas drabble?! i sorta let my ego get the best to me because of all the follows this got even tho it was intended to be a oneshot and nothing more...i had no idea how to continue it, so i decided to make it the pit of fnaf related oneshots that i'll bust out every idk 8 years or so
why you people even came here is BEYOND ME.
but seriously thanks so much for taking a liking to my birthday oneshot and i hope you like this one and the others to come!
happy holidays!
