Questionable... [FNaF 1 x Reader] - UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT YET BEEN EDITED AND DOES NOT ALIGN WITH THE CURRENT VERSION OF THE STORY

Hey... how y'all doin?

Oh my WORD high school does not play around. Neither does life in general ngl. I wrote that sentence in early December. It is now SEPTEMBER. Summer has officially started and ended. I took college classes on break again. I am now employed. School has started again. Something gets added to this list every time I add to the chapter. Also I got pulled over on the last day before winter break. That's what I get for going 43 in a 30 HAHA

But seriously, I am SO SORRY for how long this took for me to release 😭 words cannot even begin to describe my guilt. I genuinely didn't realize how long it had been since I posted the last chapter. I'm out here thinking "man I haven't posted anything in like two months my readers must hate me rn" then I check and it's been AN ENTIRE YEAR 💀 I'm so sorry, y'all deserve better.

It had been a week since your first official shift at the pizzeria, and a week since the animosity between you and Golde had simmered into a mutual tolerance of one another. It was still slightly tense and rough around some edges here and there, but you noticed how he wasn't as paranoid and cautious around you anymore. The biggest turning point was the night of your acquainting with the band—where he had no choice but to defend you. But even if that was more for the sake of everyone, rather than just yourself—it did help in thinning his precarious habits around you.

His black eyes weren't searing into your skin through his peripheral as often, his hands weren't always open and ready to attack or defend himself at his sides, and his feet weren't constantly fixed in an arrangement that was ready for him to flee anymore. Of course, he wasn't entirely trusting of you still—who wouldn't be in this situation? But you came to notice that he was now more paranoid around you than of you.

The so-called "man"—you were still uncertain whether or not he qualified as a human, being a robot-man thing and all that jazz—seemed to be concerned about what could happen to you, especially with your episodes. He was tense and wary, but in a protective manner. He still had shifty eyes, but instead of picking apart your person, they would scour the area around you in search of potential threats.

He still kept the hand closest to you available and ready for action, but the other one was almost always comfortably tucked away in his letterman or jeans pocket. His legs were still locked in active stances when you were present—you have yet to see him relax and cock a hip or leisurely bend a knee when you were nearby—but his leading foot was angled towards you instead of away, ready to dive towards you if anything happened that needed his immediate action.

He was warming up to you. Somehow, some way, he was. And so were you.

But it wasn't all baby steps from there.

Everything you knew about Golde from what he offered about himself on the surface drilled to you that he was a reserved, calculated individual. He worked with patterns, routines. He was organized and that's how he kept his disorderly life in check—not to say that his life was anything other than out of sorts. It was the polar opposite of anything resembling composure. His lifestyle was a far cry from how he presented himself—an antonym for how he appeared to employees and customers—but he picked up all the rugged pieces with sharp edges and rough glares and slotted them together until they resembled something akin to a full picture.

He did not take risks that threatened his methodical processes. He's knew what worked for him, and anything different was a direct attack to his secrecy. He did not take chances. Period. You physically had to wrestle him into Goodwill with the front of his shirt bunched up in your fists, his teeth gnashing at you the entire way across the parking lot. He never even entertained the idea of switching up an aspect of his life—which is why you were so taken aback when he made an Olympic leap forward in your relationship.