Blueprints to my Heart (Henry Emily x reader)

Chapter 1

The doors flung open as Y/N fell to the ground of the pizzeria. Luckily, she thought, no one was there to see her hit the cold tiles. The only person who was supposed to be in the building at this time was Mr. Emily, Y/N's new boss. Just last week she had passed the interview to become part of the animation team at Fazbear Entertainment. Her work, Mr. Emily had quickly added near the end of the interview, also included making designs for posters, merchandise and advertisements. Y/N was thrilled. She enjoyed drawing and animating and had always dreamt of a job like this. She enjoyed it so much that she even got two! Well, that's a lie, she just needed a second job to pay the bills and get food on the table. Her other job, same title but at Chuck E. Cheese, didn't quite pay enough to keep Y/N fed and happy. Her eyes lit up with sparkles when she saw the advertisement for the job she was currently stumbling into. Picking herself up she brushed off her knees and took a deep breath. What a start to her first day. Y/N walked further into the restaurant and looked around to find her new boss. She was met with an eerie silence. The interview had been inside Mr. Emily's office, Y/N suddenly remembered, so she made her way to the familiar door and cautiously knocked on it. From inside a warm yet authoritive voice called, "Come in!"

The door opened with a creak as Y/N nervously poked her head through. Sitting behind his desk in a dark, well-furnitured room, Mr. Emily nodded towards the chair on his right. Y/N took it and sat in front of his desk that was covered in papers. Mr. Emily looked like your typical dad. He was chubby and covered with hair. Not only did this man have a full head of dark brown curls, but he also had a thick beard making it hard to really see his face. His glasses held up some strands so that you could at least see his eyes clearly. They were nearly black. The look on his face and the dark brown business suit told Y/N that he was quite serious. She looked at him with big eyes, afraid to speak. "Goodmorning", Mr. Emily spoke. His voice was low. "Goodmorning", Y/N said just loud enough to be heard. Mr. Emily smiled at her, "No worries, everyone's nervous on their first day" A small smile spread on Y/N's face. After a moment of silence Y/N spoke, "What should I do?" A little startled, Mr. Emily began searching through the pile of papers on his desk. Y/N watched quietly. "Ah, yes. We're in desperate need of a new poster design to hang outside of the restaurant. I wrote down what needs to be included. The rest is up to you. When you've got a concept sketch or two ready you can come show me and we'll discuss it." Mr. Emily ended his sentence with a warm yet hesitant smile. Y/N nodded, "Will do, boss." She took the paper and flashed a smile before leaving his office. The door didn't get the chance to close before it opened again. "Where.. uhh.. where would my office be?", Y/N asked shyly. Mr. Emily immediately stood up and made his way over to Y/N. "Right, right. I'll show you."

Two sets of steps reverberated through the empty halls of the pizzeria as they made their way towards Y/N's office. Part of the reason why Y/N was so excited to be getting this job, besides the need for money, was the promise of her very own office. As Mr. Emily opened the door Y/N was met with a cozy little room filled with enough art supplies to keep an artist happy for the rest of their lives. In the center a dark wood desk stood with a large monitor and keyboard to the side. Infront of the desk lay a thick dark orange carpet. In the left corner of the room stood a snug little couch accompanied by little cushions. Y/N's eyes were just as wide as they were when she first saw the ad. With her mouth agape she looked around the room. Mr. Emily, amused by her reaction, let out a dark chuckle. Y/N turned back to her boss, suddenly not so nervous anymore, "For me?" Mr. Emily nodded whilst still chuckling. Putting the paper down on her new desk she smiled, "Thank you." Mr. Emily shrugged and smiled, "It's nothing. You need a good place to work." Y/n turned to the closet filled with art supplies as Mr. Emily fidgeted with his hands. He stood at the door for a little while, watching her be amazed at all the stuff she got to use. When her eyes met his however, he felt a pang of nervousness, "Well, I'll leave you to it." Mr. Emily quickly shut the door and returned to his office.