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You'd been a waitress for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for a while now. You didn't really hate your job, exactly, but dealing with a bunch of rowdy children day after day could be ridiculously stressful. The only redeeming part of your day was your breaks. Whenever you went on break, it just so happened that the animatronics took a break as well. And you knew a secret that almost nobody else knew. Unknown to the rest of the world, the animatronics are capable of turning human when they so desire to. The only other person who knew was the owner. It would have stayed that way too if you hadn't accidentally wandered backstage as Freddy the animatronic bear became Freddy the human.
It was actually quite humorous. Of course you gasped in shock when you saw him. Not only was it incredibly abnormal for a robot to turn human, but he was incredibly cute as well with his shaggy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, muscular build, and brown suit combined with a black top hat. When you let your surprised gasp escape your lips, his head whipped around, blue eyes making contact with your wide (e/c) orbs. He seemed to become as shocked as you were, turning into a stuttering mess, a slight blush dusting his sun kissed skin.
As Freddy attempted to regain his composure, a girl with a small frame, blond hair, and yellow dress approached you and greeted, “Hello! My name is Chica! Um, as I'm sure you can guess, no one is supposed to know about our... ability. So, if you could please promise not to tell anyone, it would be greatly appreciated. We would hate it if we had to... deal with you.”
You gulped nervously at her darkened tone and nodded slowly. “I'll keep quiet. I-I promise,” you managed to squeak out. Chica smiled pleasantly and nodded, walking offstage in the direction of the kitchen. You glanced up at Freddy and saw him smile shyly at you. You smiled back before quickly returning to your work.
Ever since then, you'd become incredibly close to all of the animatronics. They were quite friendly toward you once they saw you weren't going to reveal their secret. However, you became closest to Freddy. He was always such a sweetheart toward you, and an incredible gentleman. He was charming and intelligent and possibly the best friend you'd ever had. However,... you began to wonder if maybe you wanted to be more.
You came to work today, treating it as any other day. But for most of the world, it wasn't just another day. That's because today was Valentine's Day. You didn't exactly hate Valentine's Day. You just thought the premise was ridiculous. A whole holiday revolving around love? Does the whole world need a day set aside to remind themselves to show their love for the people in their lives? Also, you'd never really had a date for Valentine's Day before. Sure, you'd hang out with friends and often had good days, but it just didn't feel the same. Sure, you'd had dates before, but they always seemed to conveniently end right before the dreaded holiday.
Regardless, you came to work prepared to do your job then go home and eat ice cream while sitting on your sofa watching reruns of (favorite show). After all, all your friends had dates this year and you didn't have anything better to do. Unbeknownst to you, someone else had other plans for your night.
The day was rather slow given most parents had sent their kids off to spend time with single friends or grandparents. Not that you were complaining, of course. You quite enjoyed the relatively quiet atmosphere. Your first break rolled around and as usual, Chica bound toward the kitchen for her pizza, Bonnie stayed backstage to tune his guitar, and Freddy came over to talk to you.
He approached you with his typical, charming grin. “Good day, miss (y/n). And how are you?” he asked sweetly.
A small smile formed on your face as you leaned against the table you had just finished cleaning. “I'm all right, Freddy. Thanks for asking. Out of curiosity, what do you think of days like this where it's rather quiet?”
“It's certainly a change of pace, but I rather enjoy them. After all, the children can be a tad overbearing at times. I love the children of course, but the occasional break is certainly appreciated.”
You nodded slowly. “I can certainly understand that. I couldn't imagine having to tolerate the children like you guys have to.”
He chuckled softly. “It's not too bad. Many of them are quite sweet.” He paused a moment before asking, “Would you happen to know why it's so quiet today? I know of Christmas and Halloween and a couple other holidays but I never understood what caused everything to become so quiet on this particular date.”
A light blush dusted your cheeks. “Oh... Well, today's Valentine's Day,” you responded.
Freddy adorably cocked his head to the side with a hint of confusion in his eyes. “Valentine's Day... what is that?”
Your blush darkened slightly. “W-well, it's a holiday for couples. They buy little gifts for each other, go out to dinner, and do a bunch of other cutesy stuff. T-to show they love each other.”
Freddy nodded, seeming to be contemplating something. “I see. Well, thank you for explaining it to me, (y/n).” He glanced up as Chica walked out of the kitchen. “I must return to the stage now. I'll see you next break.” He flashed you a charming smile and walked backstage to return to his robotic form.
You went through the rest of the day as if it was any other day. Well, it seemed that way until your next to last break. You saw Chica go to the kitchen as usual and watched for Freddy to return from backstage. He walked out from behind the curtains... but he walked right past you and into the kitchen after Chica. Your heart cracked a little. Was he in love with Chica? You did explain Valentine's Day to him. And he's never failed to speak with you unless the boss needed something. You sighed and decided to go talk to Foxy.
You sneaked into Pirate's Cove and quickly located the broken fox. When he saw you, he immediately shifted into his human form, a tall red head that was slightly more muscular than Freddy with golden eyes and random scars running along his arms. He was dressed in tattered brown pants and a loose, white shirt that was opened slightly around the chest to show off his muscular build and darkened skin.
“Ahoy, lass!” he greeted you, flashing you a sharp, toothy grin. “It be nice te see ye, (y/n).”
“Hey, Foxy,” you sighed. “It's good to see you too.” You walked over and sat beside him.
Foxy's brow furrowed at your somewhat bitter tone. “Be somethin eatin at ye?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
You hesitated before responding, “A little. I mean, it's kind of silly but... would you happen to know if Freddy is... interested in Chica?”
Foxy became somewhat perplexed. “Int'rested ye say? As in a romantic way?” You nodded in affirmation. “Not te me knowledge. Then again, this ole' sea dog hasn't been wit' the others in quite some time.”
You sigh as you hear a bell ringing, signaling you needed to return to work. “Thanks anyway, Foxy. I appreciate it.”
Foxy nodded, still looking rather concerned. “Take care, lass.”
You returned to work, attempting to ignore the ache inside your chest. You made it to your last break before deciding to go outside instead of staying inside. As you exited the door, you noticed Freddy quickly heading toward the kitchen. You sighed sadly, attempting to chase back the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes.
You worked your final shift and headed to your locker to collect your things and change into more comfortable clothes. You exited the locker room and nearly ran straight into Freddy. The corners of your mouth twitched as his intoxicating, charming smile beamed down at you. “Good evening, (y/n),” he purred.
“Hey, Freddy,” you sighed, attempting to hide your sadness.
Of course, he saw right through your mask. His expression turned concerned. “Is something wrong, my dear?”
You shook your head, forcing a false smile. “I'm fine, Freddy.”
You could tell he didn't believe you but he moved on and allowed you to keep your little secret. “(Y/n), I was wondering if you might be willing to stay behind for just a little while. You see, I have something planned for a certain someone and I was wanting to get your opinion on it.”
You didn't see how your heart could shatter any further than this point. However, he was your best friend and if being with Chica made him happy, you wanted that for him. You nodded and said, “I'd be happy to.”
His smile stretched impossibly wider, an excited glint in his eyes. “Excellent! Come with me.” He gently took your hand and tugged you to the kitchen.
He held open the door for you and allowed you to enter ahead of him. You gasped softly at the small table for two decked out with a single rose, candles, and freshly baked, heart-shaped pizza sitting on the plates. You felt Freddy's strong arms wrap around your delicate frame as he murmured into your ear, “I asked Chica to help me set this up. I wanted to do something special. And (y/n), I have a very important question for you.”
He turned you to face him, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. He seemed to be rather nervous suddenly, reminding you a bit of when you'd first met him. He took a deep breath and said, “(Y/n), I've loved you for a while now. Will you be my valentine?”
You grinned widely, unable to speak so nodding instead. Freddy's eyes lit up happily and his lips brushed over yours in a sweet yet chaste kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “I love you too, Freddy. And I'd be happy to be your valentine.”