ITS FNAF DAY AND VORE DAY!!!!!
IT WAS?!
In all my years of enjoying g/t, I never realized FNAF Day and Vore Day were both 8/8. We must celebrate!!
Content Warnings: cursing, mentions of death, mentions of nearly being eaten. Mentions of dehumanization. No actual vore, only mentions
By torturing Scott
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“Hey, Scott!”
The man in question glances up from his clipboard to confirm who’s trying to get his attention. Despite being at a location sixty feet too high above ground to be the sister location, he sends a scowl toward Eggs Benedict’s Cheshire grin as the mechanic approaches while ducking and weaving his way through the busy kitchen in the middle of a lunch rush.
If it wasn’t for the fact their resident doctor James Stiller was following closely behind the man, Scott wouldn’t have been too prideful to try and hide from sight. It wouldn’t have done him any good, not when he is the only human in the entire restaurant made for people a hundred times his size with objects to match. Even if he managed to duck behind a towering bag of flour or kneeled behind a jar of spice without his actions being seen, all it would take is an effortless wave of Eggs’ hand to remove any obstacles until he found where his target had hid.
It would be a choice between fruitlessly running from a being capable of grabbing him with two fingers, or simply waiting for someone well known to grab first and ask for permission later however, and Scott would much rather go with the first option.
But James is right behind Eggs as they navigate through cooks quickly turning with piping hot food straight out of the oven in hand, and waiters with trays overflowing with drinks and silverware, and why are his employees fully intent on causing an accident in the middle of an inspection?
“Careful!” Scott cries as James almost has a pizza thrown directly at his face after trying to weave behind someone opening an oven.
He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or upset when the doctor quickly catches the cook’s arms to stop her momentum at the same time Eggs dives in to keep the pizza from falling to the floor, the two only offering smiles to her bewildered look before they’re ducking away to stand before Scott’s counter. On one hand he’s not heartless enough to wish someone had ended up with third degree burns in the hopes it taught them a lesson, but on the other he’s allowed to be angry with the fact such a scenario should never have happened. Meaning as the two who don’t have a food handling card or the word ‘cook’ or ‘waiter’ in their job title loom above him, they’re greeted with a glare and crossed arms as Scott silently demands for an explanation.
“It was his idea,” is spoken by both Eggs and James at the same time, the two pointing toward the other as they remind Scott that despite them both being full grown adults, he might as well have hired children.
Scott sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Do you know how many violations you’ve committed simply by being here?”
“We’re not trying to ruin you’re inspection day!” Eggs exclaims, the mechanic waving his hands Scott can’t help but eye suspiciously as he expects one of them to lung forward to grab him. “We just thought that since you’re in here, then we’re allowed too!”
The man overshadowed by a container holding utensils all longer than he is tall gives a flat look. “I’m two inches tall.”
“A little smaller than the average sized cockroach,” James chimes in. “Not to say that you’re the beginning of an infestation, but-”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
The doctor offers an earnest smile. “We were actually wanting to offer help finishing your inspection. Since it might not be the easiest inspecting a giant kitchen while two inches tall.”
“Though it does sound like fun,” Eggs muses as he taps his chin thoughtfully, imagining a scenario in which having to navigate a giant kitchen while being small enough to be mistaken for a cockroach would be considered ‘fun’.
In Scott’s opinion, such a scenario doesn’t exist. Not when he has to climb a cliff’s edge to get to the countertop, avoid getting stepped on or getting crushed by objects being tossed, find a way into the cabinets with his only light source being the light from his cell phone. Put all of that on top of the fact Afton informed him at noon on the dot that such an inspection needs to be completed by midnight tonight, and it all accumulates into a miserably impossible task he will always be set up to fail.
He’ll admit, he has always wanted a giant to join him at least ensure he didn’t get knocked off a ledge or onto a tray going out to be served. He would never turn down the offer to lift him up from the floor or carry him across the room to another counter, but he had learned long ago such an offer would never come. Not when he was largely ignored every time he walked through the restaurant, the only giants who ever greeted him being children curious about the living action figure.
A shiver runs down his spine at the memory of a group of children all racing over after spotting him from across the room. Can vividly remember the terror he felt as a hundred scenarios raced through his head, about being grabbed and shoved into a pocket to be taken home, or snatched up to be brought to a parent who didn’t blink an eye at a human being treated like a toy, or being put on a party table and trapped for an indetermined amount of time. Thankfully, despite everyone on staff acting as though he doesn’t exist, they aren’t cruel enough to turn a blind eye to him being in trouble. The day guard stepped in before anything could happen, the children admonished for bothering a Fazbear employee trying to get his work done.
Suffice to say, Scott has never known a giant he could trust, nor someone he could approach to even try and ask for help. Not until Mike was hired at least, the first giant to ever say hello when he first spotted Scott. Then came Jeremy who always follows after the human to become a silent shadow who’s very presence is deterrent enough for children to leave him alone to work in peace. Then Fritz who used to be grabby but has learned to offer a hand instead, Eggs who will always be grabby, James who is the perfect mix of always offering a hand first and grabbing when it’s necessary. David has yet to stop his sneers at having a lowly human stand in the same building as him, but Scott does have giants he can ask for help now. One’s who have gone out of their way to find him whenever they stop by the location he had been sent to for the day. Have offered to help him up to a table or desk without him needing to ask first, or stopped on their path to ask if he was heading their way and wanted a lift.
It meant that when Afton told him he needed to complete an inspection today, for the first time in twenty years Scott didn’t dread it. If anything, he was relieved the seemingly random times for when one needs to be done hadn’t happened before he had an arsenal of giants to chose from to ask if they wouldn’t mind making sure he didn’t end up getting stepped on or falling into the food.
Until he realized he got the message at noon, meaning all of the night guards were already home and most likely sleeping, James had already clocked in to his assigned location for the day, and Fritz would immediately be assigned as a runner the moment he stepped through the door to help with the lunch rush. Scott isn’t too prideful to ask for someone to at least check each server’s tray to make sure there wasn’t an additional human among the platters, but he won’t be cutting into the other’s time off work or risk Afton’s wrath for deliberately keeping someone from doing the job they were hired to do.
That’s why he started his inspection without someone looming over him. And why he should be very suspicious why James and Eggs currently stand before him.
Scott narrows his eyes. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but last I checked neither of you are supposed to be here right now.”
Eggs’ eyes grow wide as he pouts in a poor attempt to convey innocence. “Can’t we visit our favorite supervisor because Fritz texted saying you’re in the middle of an inspection and he was too busy to help so he called in the calvary?”
As much as he genuinely appreciates the two dropping everything just to come and help him, he knows that’s not the only reason why they're here. “No.”
“Mike actually asked us to meet him at this location a few hours from now,” James reveals. “We just decided to come early once Fritz told us you were doing a kitchen inspection.”
That only manages to make Scott even more suspicious as he points as accusing finger toward Eggs. “Mike’s usually dead to the world right now to catch up on the sleep he missed throughout the week, and so are you.”
“Well today’s Saturday, meaning I don’t have a shift tonight!” the mechanic counters as he points his own finger. “So I can stay up as late as I want!”
Scott focuses his attention on James, the one person he can order to get back to work where he’s meant to be. “What’s Michael bringing you in for?”
The pointed finger is suddenly much closer than before, gently poking Scott as the human curses as he’s forced to catch his balance. “For you!”
“For-” He cuts himself off, arm pausing mid swing to whack at the catastrophic digit as he stares up at the two in confusion. “For me?”
Suddenly there’s another finger poking him, this time sending him stumbling back a few steps, nearly falling onto his back and only staying upright from his flailing arm being gently caught by two pinching fingers. “We’ll let him explain when he gets here. You are in the middle of an inspection, and we were hoping to help rather than hinder.”
Scott allows himself to be held by his arm on the cusp of falling on his back should the fingers let go, staring up at the two grinning giants uncomprehendingly. Because why Mike would be asking everyone to come here for Scott? There’s been times when David’s demanded everyone gather at his restaurant for an emergency, and Scott himself will call the others to ask if they can come in early or work at a different location than originally assigned, but Mike is the kind of person who will go where he’s needed rather than the other way around.
Scott can’t help a suspicious glare. “Is there something I should be worried about?”
James only offers a smile. “It won’t end with the building burning down or someone getting murdered, so I don’t think so.”
“That doesn’t sound as reassuring as you think it does.”
“You’re grumpy old man is showing,” Eggs says as he pokes Scott again, a rather effortless feat with him held in place. This time however the human’s not too stunned to follow through with whacking the finger with his clipboard. “It was Mike’s idea so you can yell at him about it. But we’re already here, and you are in the middle of an inspection, soooo.”
He should tell Eggs to go home and for James to get back to his post. But the idea of not having to spend hours climbing up and down cabinets, having a protective hand waiting to grab him if he gets too close to the edge, not to mention having a proper view of the kitchen…
“I’m going to get an earful for letting you both stay,” Scott grumbles as he straightens up, tugging on his arm to finally free it from the fingers holding it captive. “But I genuinely appreciate you both wanting to help me, especially on a day off.”
“Always happy to, boss,” James grins.
“Always,” Eggs agrees before clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “So where do we start!”
Scott looks down at his notes to see where he left off, glancing across the stretch of counter beside him as knives are tossed and frozen food is thrown into the deep-frier he was meant to walk through next. Now that he has someone around to make sure he doesn’t go tumbling from movements that feel more like earthquakes than anything, it will make navigating it much more easier and quicker. However, that someone are two giants, and that makes it two giants too many to have in the middle of a busy kitchen.
“I’ve already checked underneath the stove and behind the cabinets for cleanliness and signs of an infestation,” Scott begins as he flips through the rest of his list to see if there’s something else they can start with. One that doesn’t involve getting in the way of people specifically hired to be inside this room trying to do their jobs. “If one of you doesn’t mind, I would appreciate a lift to the pantry so I can check the floor and shelves.”
He should’ve known it was coming, it’s inevitable for him to be grabbed whenever Eggs is around. Yet Scott can’t help a surprised yelp as fingers suddenly surround him before he’s being scooped up. He’s then sent tumbling against an all too familiar palm as his clipboard lands beside him, a fist closed firmly around him as it jolts with every footstep taken by the catastrophic being.
“We don’t mind at all!” is spoken much too happily.
Knowing his voice is hard to hear on a good day without the sounds of a busy kitchen surrounding them, Scott grabs his clipboard to give a solid whack at the thumb sitting beside him. It only twitches slightly, but the muffled rumble of an ‘ow’ confirms he got his point across. Because no matter how many times Scott asks to at least be given a warning before being snatched off the desk or swept up from the floor, Eggs always gives into the impulse to grab.
It’s never done maliciously. Never out of the belief such a small being shouldn’t have any right to tell someone who can crush him in the very hand holding him what they can and can’t do. If anything he does it out of the assumption he’s being more helpful that way.
Scott doesn’t hold the same sentiment. But he is never worried about the hand never opening and putting him down if he asked to be. Is well aware there may be a detour to where he wants to be taken, but he will always find himself exactly where he wants to be.
Case and point, as the hand finally opens, Scott is greeted with the sight of towering shelves stocked full of dry ingredients. “Made it out alive!”
“Barely,” James says as he quickly closes the pantry door to shut out the cacophony of a bustling kitchen. “Not to question your decisions as a supervisor, Scott, by why are you doing the inspection during a Saturday lunch rush?”
“Usually I don’t have a giant around to help me,” the human replies, leaning over to snatch his clipboard up to make sure it doesn’t get lost. “Meaning it takes me an entire day to go through the entire kitchen, so I have to do it during the busiest times or else I won’t be done before midnight.”
The hand’s he’s sitting in suddenly lifts up, gravity flattening him against the palm until he’s level with Eggs’ wide blue eyes. “You’re walking through that every inspection?”
“Without anyone helping you?” James adds, his eyebrows furrowed.
Scott forgot that as beneficial as it is to have giants who care about his safety, there are downsides, including the fact they tend to be overprotective. “It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
The two share a look. One that says they don’t believe him. “And how long have you been doing this for?”
…actually, how long has he been doing this for? It’s been a while since he’s really thought about the exact number of years. He knows it’s been at least twenty, but it definitely hasn’t been thirty. Or, at least he’s pretty sure it hasn’t been thirty. That would mean he’s spent over half his life working for Afton.
“It’s been a few years,” Scott waves, ignoring the shiver racing up his spine as he realizes just how much of his life he’s given to Fazbear’s. “I didn’t do inspections when I first started, this has been fairly recent development. Now are you going to help me, or keep me from finishing this before the restaurant closes?”
“We’re helping, we’re helping!” is softly cried as Eggs cups his hands closed, the exact opposite of helping. When they open up again however, Scott finds himself being carefully placed on James’ shoulders, fingers gently nudging him to grab onto the collar on the doctor's uniform so he won’t go tumbling.
Once he’s properly situated, the mechanic beams. “Ta da! Now you’ve got a proper view, and you can tell us where to go and what to grab!”
Scott sighs as he fights to keep a smile off his face. “Kneel down, James, we need to go through the storage bins on the bottom shelf.”
The doctor immediately obeys, slowly kneeling down to not toss Scott off his shoulder to the unforgivable ground waiting below. He then carefully pulls one of the bins off the shelf, opening it so the only person trained for the inspections can see clearly inside.
Scott makes a note on his checklist, patting James’ neck in a silent request the next bin is opened. There’s no asking for clarification, a hand grabbing the next one as the first is pushed toward Eggs to properly seal it and place it back on the shelf.
“So how do you usually check these?”
“By climbing up each one individually and opening the small vent on the lid,” Scott responds, a bit distracted as he checks another box before patting at the neck beside him to move onto the next one.
He hears the sound of plastic being slid across tile, but he only hears one being pulled off and not being put back in. “You climb up these?”
Glancing over at Eggs, he sees the mechanic thoroughly inspecting the side of the bin seemingly completely smooth. “Check the back corner. There’s groves made for humans to use as ladder.”
Spinning the bin around, the giant tilts it to properly see the mentioned groves, letting Scott turn to the opened bin before him to finish the last of this shelf. He barely has time to look down before the shoulder he’s sitting on begins to tilt as well, the human scrambling to get a better grip on the collar beside him with only one arm as James leans over to take a look for himself.
“A little warning next time, please,” Scott murmurs as he punches at the giant’s neck in retaliation.
He earns a rumbling chuckle. “Sorry, boss, I thought I was going slow enough to give you enough time.”
“It’s never enough time. Not when you’re so God damn giant.”
“At least we’re not as tall as David,” Eggs smirks. “So does everything have hidden ladders for you to climb?”
“Not everything,” Scott says. "Some things are hard to replace with human friendly versions. Buying new storage bins are cheap and necessary for food safety. Cabinets are a hassle and much too expensive to do unless it’s a necessity.”
Eggs looks somewhere high above his head before meeting his gaze. “So the cabinets aren’t human friendly?”
“I get in and out of them just fine,” Scott waves, turning back to the last bin as he checks it off his list. Unfortunately, the checkmark turns into an incomprehensible squiggle as the shoulder underneath him shrugs, earning a soft curse as he’s thrown against James’ neck.
“Remind us how long have you been doing inspections for the entire restaurant?”
“Like I said, it’s only been a few years,” Scott huffs as he carefully repositions himself so he’s better prepared for another shrug or the giant suddenly leaning forward. “Would you mind standing up, James, I need to see all of the shelves.”
The doctor quickly closes the last bin, passing it over to Eggs to put in back on the shelf before slowly standing up, allowing Scott for the first time to see how the pantry is meant to be seen. Not towering over him with shelves so high he could never count how many there truly were. Not a single bare wall he gained multiple perspectives of as he meticulously climbed up one shelf and walked through the maze of ingredients before climbing up to the next one.
It’s a bit lackluster, but it’s much easier to look and see how clean each one is, if there’s any food sitting where it shouldn’t be.
“How long have you been working at Fazbear’s as a whole?”
Scott raises an eyebrow at James’ question without looking up from where he’s writing down notes. “You two are suddenly very curious about my work history.”
“Are we not allowed to be curious?”
“No.”
“We are just curious,” James says. “Considering the fact you’re the only human in the company, and yet no giant is assigned to help you with inspections or navigating the pizzeria’s whenever you need to be at a location.”
And such a fact will never change, even ten years from now. Because Afton expects Scott to get the job done whether or not it could be fatal or it’s nearly impossible to complete. It’s the reason why he hired James. Why he had Mike train Jeremy instead of hoping for the best that the kid survives the night. All in the hope he finally has someone to rely on after years of doing it all alone. Not even Vincent offers to help him with inspections.
But the others don’t know that. Will never know. Nor will they ever know just how long Scott’s done this for because he doesn’t want to face such a disturbing fact.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” And at least a decade of night guards. Hopefully the two catch a hint and drop the topic before someone ends up dead. “Alright, pantry is done. Let’s tackle the main kitchen.”
“Did you already do the freezer?” Eggs asks.
At the casual mention of the freezer, Scott can’t help his entire body tensing up, his head snapping to where the seemingly inconspicuous silver door sits in the back of the pantry, feeling genuine terror at the thought of Eggs opening the door.
Thankfully he hasn’t moved from James’ side, only gesturing toward with a thumb over his shoulder. But his eyes are narrowed after seeing Scott’s visceral reaction. Let's a long moment of silence pass until his mouth forms a silent ‘oh’.
“Right, you’re tiny. It must be freezing in there for you.”
“And as the onsite doctor, I highly advise against going inside, Scott,” James agrees. “Want to peek your head inside and check nothing’s out in the open?”
“On it!” is said before Scott can protest. As Eggs reaches for the handle, he begins to frantically scramble for something to help block the cold air from reaching him, freezing when a hand suddenly appears to carefully cup around him.
He can hear the freezer seal breaking, followed by a high pitched scream. “Holy shit it’s cold!”
“Well hurry up!” James taunts.
Scott breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the distinct slam of the door closing and Eggs’ chattering teeth, and yet not a single breeze of a chilling cold that would have left him shivering for days managed to reach him. “Thanks, James.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” the doctor smiles as he removes his hand. “I don’t think three seconds was long enough for Eggs to get a good look.”
“It-t-t was plen-nt-ty long!” the mechanic shivers. “An-n-n-nd I say it’s clear!”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Scott agrees as he makes a mark on his checklist. “I appreciate you checking, Eggs.”
“James is checking n-n-next time.”
“I vote we send Fritz in instead.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Scott scowls. “Let’s head to the main kitchen and let Eggs stand by the oven so he can warm up quicker.”
“O-O-Oh, can I steal a pizza!”
“No.”
“What’s the fun-n-n in helping in inspecting if we don-n-n't get pizza out of it,” Eggs whines as he follows James out of the pantry. “At least I’ll g-get some later.”
Scott looks over his shoulder suspiciously. “What do you mean you’ll get some later?”
“It’s most likely an empty threat,” James rumbles, shrugging his shoulder to force Scott to turn forward or else risk getting pitched off the next time it happens. “What’s next on your list?”
He whacks the giant’s neck for the blatant distraction. It’s one that works as he focuses back on the task at hand, going through what’s left. “I need to watch over food preparation and check the cabinets for signs of mold or pests.”
Suddenly, James turns to meet Eggs face to face, nearly leaving Scott behind in a literal and figurative sense from the quick movement, confused why the doctor would turn away from where they needed to go. He understands perfectly the moment both giants hold their hands out with one palm flat and one held in a fist, unable to help rolling his eyes as they silently count down for Rock, Paper, Scissors.
It’s a quick win as James holds out a rock only for it to be covered by Eggs’ paper, the mechanic pumping his free fist in victory. “Yes! My turn with Scott!”
The human’s eyes widen in realization. “Don’t you dare-”
His yell goes unheard as James gently swipes him off the doctor’s own shoulder, leaving Scott to tumble before he’s carefully released into Eggs’ waiting hand. Despite being stunned by the sudden grab, he’s quick to grab his clipboard from where it fell in order to whack the retreating hand before it got too far away.
“That was a bit childish, Scott.”
“Making me a prize in a game was a bit childish, Jameson.”
“Yeah James,” Eggs snickers, only to hiss in pain as his pinky earns a whack as well. “Hey, we agreed James deserved to be punished!”
“You played the same game, Egsbert,” the human snaps.
“Hey, woah, no need to bring out the full government name,” Eggs murmurs. His tone is an admonished one, and rather than plucking Scott by the back of his shirt to plop him onto the giant’s shoulder, the hand he sits in is slowly lifted up so the human can climb up himself. Something that Scott happily does, using Eggs’ collar to pull himself up onto a secure spot to sit.
To make a point, he uses his clipboard one last time to hit the giant on the neck. “Ow!”
“No more playing Rock, Paper, Scissors for me,” Scott growls. “James, if you find anything you think might be an issue, come grab us. We’ll be standing by the cutting station.”
James looks around the room until he spots the designated area, nodding to confirm he understands before carefully navigating through the kitchen toward the wall of cabinets filled with pots, pans, and utensils.
For Eggs’ part, the mechanic slowly makes his way toward the cutting station before stopping where they have a perfect view of what’s being done, including the counter being wiped down whenever a different ingredient is placed down and knives being switched to avoid cross contamination. Both of which weren’t standard practice up until a few years ago when the bribes to not notice certain violations became as expensive as actually hiring competent cooks and giving them proper training.
“Uh, Scott?”
“Yes?” the human responds as he marks a few boxes.
“You know we don’t mean anything by the playing Rock, Paper, Scissors for you, right?” Eggs asks.
Scott pauses writing down a few notes, looking up at what little he can see of the giant’s face sitting so close to his neck. “Did you think I was genuinely upset about that?”
“Well you did use Egsbert and Jameson, and James’ full name isn’t even Jameson!”
“Neither is Mike’s full name actually Michael,” Scott smiles. “Yes, I know you don’t mean anything by it. I would just prefer it if the giants I trust got into a better habit of offering a hand rather than just grabbing me.”
Suddenly the shoulder he’s sitting on lifts up, but rather than simply shrugging, Scott finds himself gently crushed against Eggs’ neck as the giant seems to purr. “Naaaaw, you trust us!”
“Of course I do,” Scott scowls. “Trust me, if I didn’t, you would never have been able to grab me in the first place.”
“Oh I know,” the giant rumbles as he carefully lowers his shoulder back down, allowing Scott to quickly finish his note before he’s crushed again. “Your murderous shadow you’ve made me disappear and gaslight my parents into thinking I never existed.”
“You say that like you weren’t seconds away from getting your throat slit when you first nearly stepped on me,” Scott snorts without amusement.
“It was an accident!” Eggs cries.
Scott glares at nothing in particular. “Tell that to-”
He’s abruptly cut off by Eggs’ shoulder jerking. It wasn’t a shrug, or else Scott would’ve been knocked into the giant’s neck. No, something or someone bumped into the mechanic, meaning he moved backwards while the human fell forwards.
As he’s flung off Eggs’ shoulder, Scott only sees the unforgiving ground waiting a hundred feet below for one breathless second. In the next, his view is blocked by the unmistakable sight of a serving tray. One holding a steaming pizza and a couple of drinks.
A million thoughts race through his head, from thanking some miracle there was something to catch his fall, to pure dread that the one thing he feared the most is becoming a reality. He ends with only one as gravity turns the weightless feeling into a stomach churning drop as he plummets straight into the frosted glass of a fizzing drink, that being the need for air as he disappears into the syrupy liquid with a quiet splash.
There’s a terrifying moment where Scott can’t tell which direction is up, his legs kicking in the hopes to find something to help him reach the surface. The drink sloshing from side to side with every step taken by the person carrying the tray only makes it worse and nearly impossible to orient himself.
Just as panic begins to grip him and his lungs beg for air, his flailing legs hit something that bounces away before it meets his shoe, this time quickly rising up as it pushes him up along with it.
Scott gasps as he’s suddenly lifted above the surface, coughing as he frantically attempts to wipe the soda out of his eyes, only to find himself falling backwards as he begins to slip off whatever had brought him to the top of the drink. Blindly, he lurches forward in the hopes his hands will catch something, only to gasp in pain as something burns him the moment he touches it.
Forcing his eyes open, Scott blinks away the burning sensation to focus on the blurry object in front of him nearly impossible to keep a grasp on from both pain and its slippery surface. Feels his heart drop when he recognizes it as an ice cube.
Oh God no.
“Hey,” Scott rasps, coughing as he inhales the air-born bubbles as the soda fizzles around him. “Look down. Hey, I’m in the drink!”
He hisses as the ice continues to burn his arms, for once in his life wishing he wore the standard long sleeve Fazbear uniform rather than his comfortable graphic t-shirt a shorts. Wearing clothing easier to swim in doesn’t do him much good if he’s trying to tread in a substance much too dense for him to move through. He wasn’t lucky enough to fall into iceless water that would be effortless to float in and be spotted in immediately.
“Hey!” he tries again. Looks directly up to see if he can spot someone anyone who might be able to hear him. “I’m in the soda!”
“Here’s your food and drinks!”
Scott barely has time to register what those words mean for him, his only warning an ominous shadow falling over the glass surrounding him before his stomach twists as vertigo slams into him. The force is strong enough to force him beneath the soda as he quickly holds his breath, the glass being lowered down so quickly he’s rushed back up to the surface as he coughs for air.
Frantically wiping his eyes with one arm while the other hugs the ice cube tightly, terror creeps into his veins as he feels the glass thunk onto the table. Looks up out of the his small circle of view to see the very top of someone’s head.
“Hey!” he yells as loudly as he can. “Look down at your drink!”
Booming laughter drowns his words out. He can barely hear himself as children screaming and the animatronics playing echo inside the glass’ walls. Meaning no one else can.
Scott cries out as the soda sloshes as the glass jerks forward, desperately trying to keep a grip on the ice cube that’s making his entire body numb. Staring directly up, an unfamiliar face talks to someone out of sight.
Use a straw, use a straw, use a straw.
A hand curls around the glass before the entire drink is lifted up.
Use a straw, use a straw, use a straw!
His pleas aren’t heard as the glass starts to tilt toward a gaping maw.
“No, wait, stop!” Scott screams as he desperately attempts to swim away, only for his arms to move uncoordinated, too numb from holding onto the ice cube. “Don’t eat me, please don’t eat me!”
The glass only lifts higher.
“NO-!”
Scott screams as everything turns upright once again, falling underneath the soda as it sloshes. There’s a terrifying moment where he can feel the liquid shake from quick footsteps, unsure what’s happening or if he’s about to be eaten. But then an ice cube pushes against his legs, rising up beside him as he quickly grabs on to reach air, gasping as he chokes on the fizzing bubbles hitting his face.
“Help!”
“I’ve got you, Phone Guy.”
Scott’s mouth drops open at the familiar voice. With a shaking arm, he quickly wipes at his eyes, blinking rapidly to see if he heard that correctly, that he wasn’t imagine it. Finds himself nearly going limp when he sees Mike’s familiar face looming directly above him.
Thank God.
“You found him?”
“Is he okay?”
“Scott's in there?!”
At the familiar and concerned voices all overlap one another, he sighs in relief. Because he’s safe, he’s not going to be eaten, he’s safe.
Even with the knowledge, he can’t help the instinct to flinch away from fingers reaching in to grab him, a terrified yell escaping when the movement nearly makes him lose his grip on the ice cube.
“Sorry, asshole, didn’t mean to scare you,” Mike’s voice echoes around him, reminding him he’s sitting inside a glass full of soda. “Can I grab you?”
I’m safe, no one’s going to eat me, I’m safe.
Scott stares up at the blue eyes watching him closely. Feels his entire body start to shiver as his adrenaline kicks in, or maybe it’s shock. Can’t seem to make words come out of his mouth or move his head to give an answer.
Mike looks at something out of sight. “Can we pour him out?”
“He could get hurt if one of the ice cubes falls on top of him,” James’ slightly distorted voice replies. “Here, have him grab onto this.”
“Here, Phone Guy,” Mike rumbles, and suddenly there’s a white cloth being lowered next to him. “Let’s get you out of there, fucker.”
Scott doesn’t hesitate to grab on, his heart skipping a beat when his clumsy movements nearly send him falling back into the soda. But his stiff limbs manage to get a secure grip on the fabric acting as a lifeline, his entire body trembling as he’s slowly lifted out of the soda. Can’t stop himself from fearfully looking down as he’s lowered once more, collapsing when his feet meet solid ground.
And then the rest of the cloth is carefully snacking round him into a massive towel. One that he immediately sits down in the very center, pulling as much as he possibly can close in the hopes it chases away the numbness as his teeth chatter and his breath hitches.
“Hey, Scott,” James begins as he kneels in front of where the human is bundled. Bundled, and with no intentions of moving anytime soon. “How do you feel?”
“I’m-m-m f-f-f-fine,” Scott manages to force out. “Just-t-t-t...n-need a m-m-moment.”
“We’ll give you more than that,” the doctor replies. “I just need to know if you’re hurt. Do you have any broken bones or a concussion, or just hypothermia?”
Scott scowls as he grits his teeth to keep himself from biting his tongue as he speaks. “I don’t-t-t-t have hypoth-therm-m-mia.”
James gives a pointed look. “You were in ice water for several minutes.”
“Ic-ced s-s-soda.”
The giant sighs through his nose at the surly tone, making Scott’s wet hair rustle before it’s left standing up straight as the sugar coating every strand turns it stiff. “We’ll argue over semantics later. After we prove if you have hypothermia or not.”
The human takes that as permission to be allowed to simply exist for a few minutes. Huddling inside the towel, his body wracked with shivers as he desperately tries to keep what little body heat he has, he allows himself to close his eyes as he takes in a deep breath. Reassures himself he’s out of the soda, he’s safe, he won’t be treated like the last ice cube and swallowed down with the rest of the drink.
He can’t help a flinch as a shadow falls over him, eyes snapping open to see Mike standing in front of him to pass a first aid kit over to James, a sight that immediately has him scowling.
Both the night guard and doctor catch it, Mike only offering a knowing smile as James opens the kit to search its contents. “Your turn to get stitches, asshole.”
“I’m-m-m fin-n-n-ne,” Scott huffs as he buries himself further into the towel.
“Don’t be a dumbass,” has the human tensing as David walks into view, the suited giant only giving him a brief glance as he passes something to James. “It’d also be a bit hypocritical of you to refuse medical attention despite lecturing Mike on how important it is.”
“I earned-d th-th-th-the right-t to be.”
David rolls his eyes. “You’re just as childish as the rest of us.”
“Says-s-s you.”
“I’m just going to take your temperature and check your pulse, Scott,” James quietly cuts in, the doctor setting a cupped hand a few feet away.
Even though he had sat on James’ shoulder not even an hour ago, trusts the giant not to treat him like an object or some mindless animal, Scott feels his muscles tense with the want to run. Can’t stop the instinctual need to get as far away as possible from such a large being capable of swallowing him whole. Finds it impossible not to perfectly picture the sight of a mouth waiting to eat him as the glass he’s trapped inside tilts down, down, down-
“Scott?”
The human in question stares up at brown eyes bigger than his head watching him with nothing but concern. “Y-Yeah?”
The giant lowers his head so only his eyes are visible past the edge of the...what is he sitting on? A desk? “Are you alright?”
A shiver runs down Scott’s spine. “I-I-I...I can-n't do g-giant-t-t-ts right-t n-n-now.”
“Okay,” the doctor responds easily, the edges of his eyes crinkling from a smile that can’t be seen. “Can I flick the thermometer over and you can read me off your temperature?”
Scott’s shoulders slump as he nods, jolting when said thermometer suddenly skids across the desk before being stopped at the edge of his towel cocoon. It takes a concerning amount of effort to leaning forward to reach for the thing so small it nearly gets impeded into the grain of the desk, but he grabs it. Quickly wraps his towel securely around him before sticking the thermometer into his mouth.
“Make sure it’s under your tongue.”
“It’s-s-s und-der my ton-n-ngue,” Scott grumbles. He obediently waits until the device beeps, removing it from his mouth to check what it says. “N-N-N-Nin-nety fi-ive.”
James tilts his head as he looks at the ceiling. “You’re about to get hypothermia.”
“But-t-t I don-n't have it-t.”
“As long as we get you warmed up as quickly as possible,” the doctor says. He kindly doesn’t say anything about Scott’s wide eyed stare of terror at his words. “How do you feel about someone cupping their hand around you?”
“...d-depend-d-ds on who i-it is.”
James lifts his head up a bit so his smile can properly be seen. “Well good news for you, you’ve got your pick of giants to choose from.”
Admittedly confused, Scott looks past the doctor sitting directly in front of him. Stares as he slowly allows the rest of the room to come into focus, spotting several different towering forms standing inside what he now realizes is the security office. Feels like he missed something very important at Jeremy standing in the doorway next to Mike, Fritz constantly looking over at him as he quietly talks to Eggs, David leaning against the other doorway as he seems to simply listen.
“Wh-Why is everyon-n-ne here?”
His question manages to catch Mike’s attention, the night guard lazily raising his hand to claim responsibility. “I said I’d kick their asses if they didn’t show up.”
Scott blinks. “To what-t-t-t?”
“To celebrate your anniversary for working at Fazbear’s,” James reveals. “Surprise.”
Several different emotions race through Scott in that moment. Confusion why someone would want to celebrate such a thing. Touched at such a thoughtful gesture. Dread knowing Afton will punish him for being the reason employees on the clock aren’t working.
In the end, he ends up laughing without any humor. Because of course something like this would happen on the day of his anniversary working for Afton.
“Eggs-s-s.”
The mechanic in question perks up, though with a noticeably guilty hang of his head. “Yeah, Scott?”
“I n-n-need your warm-mth-th.”
Eggs’ eyes grow wide as he quickly approaches the desk. Kneels down next to James before hesitating, for once in his life looking uncertain. “Want me to-?”
“N-No holding,” Scott commands. “Just-t-t-t cup your h-hand around-d me.”
He has to clench his fists tightly to keep himself from bolting as the catastrophic limb approaches. But he manages to stay in place, and the moment he’s hit with a wave of warmth only a giant can create, he’s breathing a sigh of relief as his shivers immediately subside.
“...hey Scott, I-”
“No need t-to apolig-g-g-gize,” the human interrupts as he forces his eyes to stay open despite wanting to do nothing except sleep, meeting the giant’s gaze to show he’s sincere. “It was-s-s an accid-dent. C-Could've happen-n-ned to James.”
Eggs watches him closely before giving a wide smile. “Naw, James is too boring to let you take a swim in soda. By the way, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate it?”
“A zero,” Scott answers as he huddles into his towel, giving into the temptation to take a nap.
“A zero?” Eggs quietly demands. “Even though it gave you a cool hairstyle?”
“A zero,” the human confirms with closed eyes. “Now I better not wake up to anyone else swimming in soda.”
He hears James give a snort. “We’ll try our best, boss.”
“I vote we throw Jerber’s ass into a glass of soda.”
“I vote Fritz.”
Scott opens one eye as both Jeremy and Fritz give soft shrieks, unable to help a smile at seeing both of them tossed over Mike’s shoulders as the night guard smirks proudly. He half expects Eggs to ask if he can trade places with someone to join in the fun, but the mechanic’s hand doesn’t move a single inch. He isn’t even given a careful poke despite being within perfect range.
“Where’s the cake I was promised for wasting my valuable time coming here?”
“Wow, Harrison, tell us you don’t care about Scott without actually telling us.”
Scott gives a silent laugh as an argument begins to boom around him at the same time James joins in on torturing Jeremy and Fritz as the two attempt to bargain to be put back down on the ground instead of ending up inside a glass of soda, the last part that should be impossible but Mike’s confidence makes him doubt it.
Not the worse way to celebrate over twenty years of a living hell. No, he’ll take being ending up inside someone’s drink over doing yet another inspection alone without anyone there to find him when he inevitably ended up on a serving tray.
“Do you think we can put him in my pocket without waking him up?”
“Egsbert Benedict I swear to God.”