Human! FNAF x reader

First day on the job

Y/n leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the recorded phone call droned on. Her e/c eyes narrowed slightly, mind already mocking her boss’s half-hearted explanation. Just earlier that day, she’d been hired on the spot by some guy named Scott. He was... odd, to say the least, with that creepy phone mask he wore. It definitely unsettled her. The job? Night guard—solo shifts, one week on, one week off, but with salary pay. She was told there was another guard, Mike, who worked the opposite shifts. She met him briefly before her first shift. Complete jerk.

As Scott’s voice continued through the recording, Y/n idly spun herself in the office chair, letting most of it go in one ear and out the other. It was a night guard gig; what could be so complicated? But then something caught her attention.

"...and remember, the animatronics might mistake you for an endoskeleton and try to stuff you into a suit. Those suits are packed with spring locks, so, uh... not liable for death or injury."

Y/n froze mid-spin, eyes wide. "What the hell?! Stuff me into a suit? Spring locks? And he’s not liable?" She slammed her hands on the desk, her face flushed with anger. "Cheap bastard! What about workers' comp?" She fumed for a second before flopping back in the chair with a huff.

"Whatever..."

As the phone recording finally clicked off, Y/n tossed the tablet down onto the desk and lazily flipped through the camera feeds. Each animatronic stared blankly back at her, doing nothing of interest. She rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, setting the tablet aside as she pushed herself away from the table.

With nothing better to do, she began air-drumming to an off-key rendition of "Africa" by Toto, her voice purposefully flat and exaggerated. She knew it was terrible, but that was the point. Boredom had a way of bringing out the worst—and funniest—parts of her personality. The empty office echoed with her absurd performance, and for a moment, the night didn’t feel so suffocatingly quiet.

"Sure, I'll bless the rains down in Africa," she belted, smirking to herself as she tapped on the edge of the desk like she was some rock star.

Y/n froze mid-drum solo, the sound of heavy breathing creeping from the left door. Her heart skipped a beat as she snapped her head towards the source of the noise. Shaking, she reached over and flipped the light on. Her eyes widened in horror.

Bonnie the Bunny stood in the doorway, towering and motionless for a split second. But before she could slam the door shut, he lunged forward into the office.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and bracing for the worst.

But the impact never came.

Instead, a mocking voice filled the room. “Your singing is terrible, Sugar.”

Cautiously, she opened one eye. Standing in front of her wasn’t Bonnie the animatronic, but a tall man with wild purple hair. Bunny ears sprouted from his head, and his pink eyes gleamed with amusement. His red bow tie, now slightly askew from the sudden movement, added to the surrealness of the moment.

He crossed his arms, clearly entertained by her reaction. “You might want to work on those vocals.”

Y/n stared up at him in disbelief, her voice dripping with a mix of confusion and frustration. "The fuck are you doing in my office? Where is the giant animatronic bunny? Who are you?" She tried to keep her voice steady, lowering it to seem more intimidating than scared, but her heart was racing.

The guy leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of her office chair, his face uncomfortably close. His smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying her bewilderment.