Disco Roller Rink - (FNAF Security Guards)
Summary: Phone Guy is invited by his friends to a roller rink where they’ll all go in a crop top. Shenanigans ensue. (lee Phone Guy, ler Jeremy, switch Mike, ler Fritz)
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"It's alright, Foxy. I'll soon have you good as new, promise!" He smiled up at the animatronic as he set down his toolbox. And couldn't resist giving him a hug.
To his surprise, Foxy hugged back. Gently patting his back with one paw.
"Hey, come look!" Jeremy said, bringing his friends over and pointing to the scene. The other guys smiled.
Then Scott seemed to tremble a bit. As Foxy patted his back, his paw pads brushed against his spine. Scott suddenly pulled away, stepping back.
"A-alright Foxy, h-hugging time's over! Let's g-get you fixed up now!"
The guys whispered to each other. They had a feeling what was going on. Now they just needed a good excuse to test it.
"Hey Scotty," Mike said. "Jeremy's taking us to the skating rink this afternoon. Wanna come...?"
Not expecting to be spoken to so soon, he stepped back a bit. "Uh, yeah! Sounds fun."
"Don't forget to wear a crop top - it's the fashion event of the day!"
Before Scott could stutter and stumble on his words, Jeremy cut him some slack.
"It's alright, we'll all be wearing one!" He said with a wink. "And if you don't have one, I could let you borrow one of mine!" He showed him a gift bag with a sparkly red crop top, and a green one.
"Oh wow! You really came prepared! Uhh... I guess so!" he said. "I'll take the red one!"
"Good choice," Fritz said, carefully yoinking the green one away.
"What about Jeremy?"
Jeremy chuckled. "I'm wearing one under my shirt. So is Mike."
"Wow, so it's really a fashion thing for you, huh?"
"You can't deny it looks spiffy!" Mike replied with a grin. The others wore equally goofy grins. Scott chuckled.
"I-I guess not! I've just never worn one before." He admitted. "Well, I'll meet you there!"
...
At the disco roller rink, it was almost deserted except for two couples and a family. They slowly skated around the rink.
"Huh," Fritz said. "I guess since we work irregular hours, most people are still at work! Or in school..."
"Yeah," Mike replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! C'mon!"
And he took off his button-down to reveal his light blue sleeveless crop top that covered most of him except a couple inches of his stomach. He was somewhat short and stout with a swirled innie navel. He wore beige shorts and long white socks. Taking off his work shoes, he started getting his skates ready.
Fritz did the same, revealing his green crop top that barely covered his nipples. He was tall and toned with visible abs, and had an outie navel. Hey, it still counted as a shirt! He put on his matching purple sunglasses. Below his cargo pants were regular black socks and work shoes, which he quickly tossed aside.
Jeremy wore an orange crop top that covered all of his chest but revealed his whole stomach, his circle innie dead centre, since he wore low-cut jeans. He had muscle, though it was covered by a layer of fat. At least he felt better about his body than he did a month ago, before he started working out with Fritz.
Scott came in, shyly covering his stomach.
"Heyyyy, you made it!" Mike said, coming over with the others. "And don't worry, you look great!"
Uncovering himself, one could see that Scotty had put on the red crop top that sparkled. He had a slim figure, and an oval innie belly button. The top covered all of his chest as well as an inch of his stomach. He still wore his black low-cut work pants and shoes. His skates were still in his bag.
He huffed. "It's not that... It's that I don't entirely trust you..."
Mike laughed. "Why not? Aren't we the best friends you've ever had?"
"Well, uh... of course!"
"And aren't we trustworthy enough to skate with...?"
He shuddered. "I swear Mike, if you make me fall-!"
"We'll catch you," Fritz promised.
Scott sighed. "Alright."
...
As they skated, it took about ten minutes but the rest of the people in the rink had left.
"Wow, they're gone. I-I guess disco roller rinks aren't as cool as they used to be?" Scott guessed.
"I still think they're radical!" Fritz said.
"Yeah, I love this music," Mike agreed.
Jeremy didn't mind, he just enjoyed the skating.
There was a spot where someone had spilled their Slushie. Jeremy slipped on it and fell backwards... into Scotty's arms.
"It's alright, I gotcha..." He muttered, pulling him up. It was more difficult considering their height difference.
Jeremy pulled him into a hug.
"Did you fall?" Mike said with a smirk.
"Almost!" Jeremy said. "Scotty saved me!"
"Aw, how cute! I think he deserves a reward for that."
"You're right..." Fritz said mischeivously.
Scott giggled nervously. "G-guys, come on!"
Fritz picked him up in a full nelson. Struggling, Scott squeaked and awaited his doom.
They decided to stop skating for a moment because it was dangerous to do this otherwise. Setting Scott on a bench, still with his arms held back, Fritz whispered teasingly in his ear.
"You know, we were always going to do this. Wear crop tops to the roller rink I mean. But when we saw you and Foxy, well, we just couldn't resist!"
Mike was getting impatient and swiped a finger across Scott's tummy. Scott shrieked and thrashed in his position.
"G-guys plehehease! I c-can't take it!!"
"Oh wow. I only touched you once dude!" Mike said in disbelief.
"This is gonna be fun!" Jeremy said, softly poking the side of his stomach. Fritz did the same.
"Eheeheheheeheeeee! Meheeheeean!" He giggled.
"Gosh, if Afton finds out, you're history!" Mike teased, booping his sides.
"Dohohohon't you dahahaahre!"
"We won't, don't worry!" Fritz said, teasing his belly button. "This is a secret all for ourselves!"
"EEHEEHEHEEHEEEEEE!! NAHAAHAAHAAAAHAAT THERE!!!"
"Aww! Looks like he's more ticklish than we thought!"
"HEEEHEEEHEEEE!! IHIHIHIHIHIII'M YOHOHOOUR MAHAHAANAGER!" He protested.
"Yeah, our terribly cute manager who deserves to laugh more!"
They switched positions; Fritz softly tickled his bare armpits, while Mike got his sides, and Jeremy swiped across his belly.
Scotty wasn't sure why he'd fallen for this obvious trap. Seriously, he'd known those mischievous looks as soon as he reacted to Foxy. Then why did he come?
"EHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEEHEEE!" Chortling, he wiggled and thrashed in his position as much as he could.
"Having fun?" Mike teased, going up and down his ribs. He could swear the man's blush deepened as he shook his head. "Awww!"
They switched positions again, this time Fritz teasing his mid-back and spine, Jeremy tracing his upper sides, and Mike swirling inside his belly button.
"EEEEAAAAHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEEHEEEEEEEE!" All Scott could do was laugh, wild and unconstrained. He thrashed in their grip, instinct to escape taking over all other thoughts in his mind. "EEHEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!"
With all the chortling, screeching, and squealing, it was a wonder no one checked up on them. The rink was still empty, the security probably all on break.
“OHHOHOHOHOOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOOHHOSH PLEHEHEEHEHEEASE!”
Soon, Scott's laughter turned into hiccups. The others pulled away and let him breathe.
As he caught his breath, he giggled and hiccuped.
"Heheeheeheeee! *Hic*! *Gasp* Eheheeeehee!"
"Oh man, come on, don't die on us!" Fritz joked, ruffling his hair.
Mike glared at Fritz. "He'll be fine! Right, Scott?" He said a bit more softly.
Scott nodded, arms wrapped around his stomach, feeling loopy.
Smiling, Jeremy gave him a hug. "Sorry if we tricked you there, bud."
"Is okay..." Scott muttered, leaning into the touch.
Shrugging, Mike and Fritz joined the hug.
"Mmm..." Scott hummed.
After a while, Mike moved away. The others let go as well.
"Do you want to keep your skates on or-?" Mike wondered. Scott shifted away on the bench.
"Oh no, you're not getting me again!" He got up and went back in the rink. Now skating freely by himself.
Jeremy and Fritz grinned. "Is there something you'd like to tell us, Mike...?"
He jolted and scrambled back. "No, w-wait! I didn't mean it like that!"
The others jumped on him, removing his skates and putting his feet in a headlock.
"Yohohohoou guys are jeheeheeerks!!" Mike cried as they scratched and scribbled all over his feet. "EHEEHEEHHEEHEHEEEEEEE!"
His feet were tan, small, and thick, with short and stubby toes. Perfect for using both hands to get everywhere at once!
Mike's chortles and gasps evolved into shrieks and squeals as Fritz dug in the spaces between his toes.
"EHEHEEHEEHEHEEEEHEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!"
Finally, the security guards of the roller rink discovered the three. They cleared their throat and asked them to cut out the horseplay. Fritz and Jeremy whined, but complied, letting go of Mike.
Breathing heavily, Mike cursed the two for betraying him like that.
Scott had gone to the changing room to put on his regular grey baggy shirt, and now was skating around the rink again.
The others skated over to him.
"Hey bro, didn't you like the crop top?" Fritz said.
"Oh no no, I did!" He said with a blush. "It's in my bag. I just don't know what I'd do if a girl saw me in that!"
Mike chuckled. "He's got a point."
They skated around the rink for a few more minutes, trying different moves. No one daring to touch anyone lest more horseplay arise. Fritz and Jeremy watched their backs, knowing they had the shortest crop tops and had just tickle-provoked two of their friends.
Up ahead, Mike whispered something to Scott, who chuckled and nodded. Yeah, it would probably be best to steer clear of them for a while!
After they were done skating, they got changed into their regular clothes again. Scott tried to return the crop top, but Jeremy assured him he could keep it. Maybe they'd have another outing like this in the future!
"Yeah, and then Scott and I can get you back!" Mike teased, getting a giggle from Scott. They gulped.
Yep, going to the pizzeria the next day was sure going to be interesting!
[End.]
