#{wowowow!!!!}

The pig like squeals of children, and the echoed sounds of arcade machines, in the grease ridden, bug covered pizzeria. You rolled up your sleeves of the dark blue work uniform, you name badge on fake gold paper, sticky tapped to the shirt. Greasy sweat dripped down your back, as the pathetic fan was churning and sputtering out air on your face as you stood by the front counter giving very forced smiles to unnaturally skinny karens and fathers who wafted of bitter alcohol. Their children, pug like faces, and tight shirts which clung to their skin.  

You curled your fingers into a fist your knuckles turning white, fuck, you hated this. As a family was distracted by the entry fees, you could see the scowl of the mother and father, whispering to each other like high school girls.

And you knew that they were going to spit out some bullshit about the prices. You watched as her eagle like gaze glared at your hollow and overworked eyes, she moves her fat, red cherry like lips, before you hear her bird like squawking of a voice.

“Excuuuse me? HI. I’m here for a fun day, it’s my son’s birthday! And these prices are, horrible!” She squawked, God her voice was so high pitch.

“Sorry ma’am, I don’t control prices” You answered back, monotone, and sad.

Her mouth gaped open like a fish, and her short stack of a husband spoke up, stomping his foot like a child, he reeked of takeout and beer.

“Don’t you dare!! Talk to my wife like-”

He stopped and in return you rose a brow in confusion as you watched both parents gawk in horror behind you, you noticed that their weasel like kids escaped to the ballpit some time ago, lovely. Before you could ask, a cold but almost comforting hand finds it’s self on your shoulder.

Looking over, you see Henry. His very intimidating like blackened out like gaze and his sunken in cheek bones and his skin an unnatural light ashy purple. His hands stuffed in his pockets, slouching as his glared gaze stared at the pair.

“Salutations, valued customers. I heard squawking and I wasn’t aware I owned a zoo.” He gave a sadistic like grin, pointed canines peaking through his plump lips.

He adorned his iconic purple suit, that oddly matched his skin and a real-looking golden plated name badge, in cursive writing “Henry Miller”

The parents recomposited themselves, the mother giving a snobby, sour look and the father scowling, squinting his round, bulging eyes. 

“And who are you, freak? Buzz off. I was clearly talking to the pathetic employee” the man spat on Henry.

Your eyes widened, your hand quickly gripping on the side of Henry’s shirt tugging at it.

“Leave him.” You advised, giving a cold stare at the couple.

But Henry’s smiled widened, showing off his array of pearly white, snake like teeth. He glared hard on the man, who in return glared back but you could see the sweat forming on his fat rolls of neck.

Without no warning, Henry’s fingers reached out over the countertop and gripped onto the man’s nicely buttoned up shirt, his wife gasped and stumbled back. You noticed some of the customers went quiet, quickly glancing over seeing them stare at the ever-rising tension.

Henry pulled the man to his gaze, their faces so close to each other that you could see the hot breath on the husband's face, you could have sworn that Henry’s eyes blackened out for a moment.

“If I hear that ratshit of a language come out of your mouth, talking about my best employee, I’ll cut and stuff your head into the next pizza crust. Do you understand me?” Henry’s voice was so deep, low, something to it was manipulative, and sweet but at the same time, the guttural low of an animal.

The man didn’t answer, the colour from his face was gone, if that was even possible for the paley white man as Henry dropped him, his wife letting go of the tension and sobbing loudly, picking him up, their weasel snout faced children finally coming back, a mass amount of gum stuck to their hair.

“Are we going home mama?” One of them squealed. She nodded, her eyes lifeless, grabbing the back of her husband’s shirt and pulling him back to the car, the children giggling and kicking at his feet.

“Goodness, that was fun” Henry purred, ruffling your head.

You sighed, shaking your head before giving in and smiling.

“You didn’t have to do that” You hummed, rubbing your forehead with your sleeve.

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around your neck, and in the process glaring at the rest of the customers, everyone going back to their meals.

“Oh please, I’m just protecting my favourite employee” he sung out, continuing to glare at anyone who even looked over at your direction. 

“C’mon I need to head home soon, Jessica is coming in soon to take my spot” You looked up at him, dusting off your pants as you stepped out of his loose grip, walking away from the counter.

He hummed, grinning as he slumbered behind you walking to the employee’s only area. Like a guard dog he followed you and no one looked at you or even dared to, you gave a devilish grin in return.

The employee only area was a little sectioned away room in the back corner of Fredbear’s Diner, the door was a heavy metal, bolted down with the large black painted words: “EMPLOYEES ONLY” You quickly grabbed it’s cold handle and proceeded to push yourself in, Henry following you like a puppy. You rolled your eyes, chuckling.

“Y/N.” A try-hard of a flirt made his way over, leaning on the wall. He didn’t even notice Henry. Idiot.

“James. Please move, I’m going home”

He gave a dramatic pout, wiggling his hips at you but before he could continue, he finally looked up, and you had to cover your mouth as you sputtered out a laugh, watching the life drain from his face, his arm dropping from the wall.

 “Henry! Sir!” He squeaked out.

“It’s Mr Miller to you. Get back to work.” Henry glared, the young man gulping and nodding.

“Right…right, yes, I’ll go back on duty.” He stuttered, dropping his gaze and scuttering past and out the door.

“Goodness, we need more employees like you” Henry smiled, taking the lead to the back door, and opening it for you.

“Maybe you should” You teased “Oh, why thank you” You added, giving a bow as you stepped down the stairs. It was the late afternoon, the sun just setting behind the clouds, giving the sky a beautiful light pink, orange and yellow to it.

“Have safe travels home, Y/n.” Henry called out as you made to your car.

Before gripping onto the door, you looked up at the rounded man who leaned on the door frame, his skin stretched smile, that showed off his white canines. He watched you with those large, glazed over black eyes, making your shutter as you sit down and turn on your car and start to head out of the carpark, the sound of clumping dirt and gravel on the tires.

You reached for the radio, putting it on full blast. As you drove past the Diner, you failed to recognize Henry threating James by the Prize corner.

Another day at Fredbears.

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it has been a hot min since i played dsaf LMFAO.

i might replay it just for lore wise.