Dave Miller x Reader 【BlueyCapsules】

i made this on a whim lmao
reader goes by she/her pronouns. u all know the drill by now. (b/n) - brother name. u don't got a brother? make one.
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You took a deep breath in as you stared ahead at nothing in particular, trying to stop the nervous twiddling of your thumbs. Your brother had threatened to kick you out of your shared apartment if you didn't "get off your lazy ass and get a damn job," as he put it. So you spent the entirety of the last two days job searching, and now you were here.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

You scrunched up your nose at the garish pictures splayed across the building. A bear, a bunny, a chicken, and a fox, all plastered with big smiles and bright colors. You let out the breath you'd been holding a little too dramatically-this just had to be the only place that was hiring, huh?

You finally swung open the door of (b/n)'s car and stepped out into the warm evening air. You took the chance to wipe the sweat from your palms on your slacks and adjust the rest of your outfit, making sure you looked presentable. 'Now, now,' you began your inner pep talk, 'there's really no reason to be nervous! Mr. Guy on the phone sounded very nice. He said they were understaffed, too, so they're probably pretty desperate.'

You took long strides up to the double glass doors, pressing your hands against them before realizing just how bad they were shaking. You snorted.

'Hopefully desperate enough to hire my ass.'

Pushing the doors open, you peered into the building, greeted by what seemed to be an unmanned reception desk. You stepped all the way in and let the doors close behind you, glancing around before going through another set of doors next to the desk, which led you into a large main area. You took a moment to observe the animatronics up on stage, which looked nothing like the murals out front. A lot less endearing and much more unsettling. Plasticky, you thought. Why did kids like these things?

"Ah, hell-o hell-o!" The same voice on the phone earlier rang out, and you turned your head in the direction it was coming from. What greeted you was a short and stout man, a polite grin adorning his tanned features. "You must be Ms. (l/n)!"

He was kinda cute, you thought, a smile working it's way onto your own face as you offered a hand for him to shake. "Yes, sir, that's me."

He took it firmly with one hand, shaking it as he beckoned you to follow him with the other. "Let's get started with your interview, then-and please, Mr. Guy is fine."

He led you through another adjacent room with a bunch of play equipment before stopping outside a door that read MANAGER. The two of you shuffled into the office before taking your respective seats. Mr. Guy slid a few papers to the side of his desk before facing you and giving a bit of a nervous smile.

"Thank you for taking the time to apply. I told you on the phone how we're a bit short-staffed at the moment. Now, to start... can I get your full name again, please?"

"(y/n) (l/n)."

"And how old are you?"

"24."

"What jobs have you worked previously?"

"Um, I worked for around a year at Wendy's when I was in high school... and half a year at Walmart..." You trailed off, the embarrassment hitting you. You were 24 and had worked for less than two years of your life. No wonder your brother was fed up with your ass.

"So you've never worked at a place like this?" He peered at you over his glasses, pausing what he was writing.

You chuckled nervously. "No, I'm afraid I haven't."

"It's not a problem," Mr. Guy reassured you. "We'll train you, don't worry. How did your time at those places end? Were you let go?"

"Well, ah, yes, from Wendy's I was," you admitted sheepishly, "but I resigned from Walmart. The, uh... um, it just didn't suit me, I suppose."

Mr. Guy smiled knowingly. "I understand. And why were you let go from Wendy's?"

"If I'm being honest," you began shakily, "I almost burnt the place down. I wasn't taught how to use the fryers correctly. I, uh! I was only seventeen at the time, though! I know my way around a fryer just fine now!"

Mr. Guy cut off your oncoming ramble with a slight chuckle and wave of his hand, and you sighed in relief. He didn't seem too offput by that confession, somehow, which you were grateful for.

"That's alright, if you say you've learned now. Your position won't require much cooking, anyway," he smiled. You simply nodded.

"The position you're applying for is full-time, and pretty expansive as well, Ms. (l/n). You'll be apart of the floor staff. Are you comfortable with cleaning, setting up for parties, interacting with guests and the sort?"

"Ah, yes, that'll be fine. I feel I have good people skills," you lied through your teeth. You did not, in fact, feel you have good people skills, but you need this job! You'll learn. Probably.

Mr. Guy glanced down at the paper he was filling out. "Everything sounds good to me. I'll just need your current address for payment reasons."

You gave him your address and he nodded, scribbling it down. He looked back up at you and gave another polite grin.

"It seems you've got the job. I'll have your name printed on your badge tomorrow with your uniform," he stated plainly, clicking his pen against the desk.

Wait, what? You got the job? That easy?!

You quickly reached out to shake his hand again. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Guy! I promise to do my best!"

"Glad to hear it," he laughed as he stood from his chair. "Please be here Monday by 8AM. I'll introduce you to your co-workers Mr. Fitzgerald and, ahem, Mr. Miller then, as well."

You noticed how his voice faltered when he said one of your coworkers' names and felt a twinge of worry, but quickly shook it off. You'll build your impressions of the people when you meet them! You gave one last grin as your stood from your chair as well, making your way out of his office with a polite wave.

"You got it, Mr. Guy! I'll see you tomorrow, then!"

You shut the door behind you and squealed inwardly, proud with yourself for getting a job after being unemployed for almost three years straight. Even if you were a late bloomer, you were finally being an adult! You hummed a little to yourself as you waltzed out of the building, trying not to skip back to the car.

Adjusting your seat belt, you started up the car and turned on the radio, blasting the volume in your euphoria. 'Can't kick me out now, can you, (b/n)?' You thought to yourself with a laugh. You put the car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot, eager to get home and share your accomplishment.
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okay so this was short and boring but i needed to establish sum background shit n how the reader got hired. also yeah ur a bit of a loser in this LMAO sorry!!! i mean u do end up dating ol peepaw after all sooooo. jk jk u get better.. ur employed now. thats a start.