(This was inspired by a piece of art/short comic from Chloesimagination on insta and twitter!)

It was one of many nightshifts to help Mike through his at the damned pizzeria. The same old stuff, check the animatronics, make sure nobody else got in, so on and so forth. With a bit of a mess to place was, you decided to clean around before the lights were too dim to clean any longer. You needed the flashlight Mike had so as you walked back over to ask Mike to hand over the flashlight with very vague words of what you meant and with your hand out....

He placed his head right on your hand, his stubble tickling your hand while his eyes drooped shut. He definitely misheard on what you meant. You asked for the flashlight, not his face.