She's The Best (Roxanne Wolf x Male Reader)

The One That Got Away (Part One)

Y/N's Perspective
Thursday, 11/04/2021
Summerfeld Residence, Hurricane, Utah

"Y/N... Y/N...!"

I pushed the covers off myself and sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes tiredly and yawning.

"Y/N get up, or you're going to be late for the auction!" My mother yelled from beyond my bedroom door, the smell of breakfast wafting into my room from the gap beneath it.

"Shit, the auction!" I jumped out of bed and started running around my room, looking for the jeans and shirt I swore I left out yesterday. "Mum, I left clothes out last night for today! Where are they?"

"Hanging in your wardrobe!" She called out in response, and I hastily made my way over to the wardrobe. I jumped over the currently unplugged vacuum cleaner and landed directly in front of my wardrobe door, sliding it open to see the red & blue shirt and worn blue jeans hanging from a coat-hanger.

I let out a sigh of relief and took them down, throwing them onto my bed before jumping back over the vacuum cleaner, my pyjama shirt already halfway off my head.

...

Mum, Dad and I pulled up in the parking lot of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria building in my Challenger. I rolled it into a parking spot and engaged the handbrake before sitting back in my seat, letting out a sigh as I let the engine idle for a moment.

"You ready?" My mum asked from the passenger seat, making me grab the keys and pull them from the ignition. I nodded at her and we all got out of the car, heading into the building and to the main party room, where a small crowd of other people were... or as Dad affectionately called them, opponents.

The current owner of the building, Bailey Hill, stepped up onto the stage at the front of the room, wearing a dark blue suit with a white undershirt and blue tie to match. He held a microphone in his left hand, and he tapped it a few times to grab the crowd's attention.

"Bidders, I welcome you all with my whole heart to the official auctioning of this cozy little pizzeria!" He said warmly, Texas thick in his accent. "It's much a shame that the pizzeria's been closed for so long, but I'm quite lucky that my wonderful father Kyle, the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, has agreed to let me sell the building! I know that with the right push, whoever receives this wonderful establishment will do great things with it!"

The crowd all applauded his speech and he smiled down at us, my eyes catching his. It looked like he was surprised to see me here.

"So, with all that said, let's kick this auction off!" He exclaimed, the crowd applauding again. "Would someone like to give us a starting amount?" He asked, looking over the audience.

After a moment of silence, I raised my pallet. "Five thousand dollars!" I called.

"$5000 from the young H/C fellow in the back!" Bailey announced, looking over the audience. "Do I hear ten thousand?"

"Ten thousand!" A paddle shot up nearer the front of the crowd and I let out a small groan. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

"Ten thousand from the dapper gentlemen in the front!" Bailey called. "Do we have a twenty?"

The crowd was murmuring to their bidding partners, and as I listened to Bailey begin a count from 5 I started to get worried.

"Remember, we've got up to a hundred thousand to play with here. Don't be scared to make the bid." Dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I raised my pallet up into the air, turning a few heads as Bailey's smirk disappeared from his face. "Twenty-five thousand!" I called, a few members of the crowd gasping in shock.