FNaF Security Guards One-Shots!

:: Stalker!Henry x Male!Reader - Date? - PRT. 3 ::

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:: October 18th, 2018 ::

   I stared Henry down, my whole body shaking. If I say no, I die. If I say yes, I might not die, but I'll be forced to be with him for eternity. I don't really want to be forced with him but I don't want to die either. I could tell by reading his facial expression that he was becoming impatient, so I blurted the first response that came to my mind.

   "Yes."

   Henry's body relaxed and he let go of me, stepping away and giving us some room. "Great! I'll pick you up at your house later." He then turned on his heel and left without another word, leaving me speechless. I didn't mean to agree with him, it just sort of happened.

   After waiting a moment to see if he would come back, I ran to my car, almost tripping over a few branches and logs. I was terrified. It took everything in my body not to scream or to call the police.

I arrived at my car and quickly unlocked it, hopping in. My heart was racing. I pulled out my phone and called William. Even though he was there with Henry for a brief moment, he did leave early and I had a lot of questions for him.

When he answered the phone, I heard him chuckle. He sounded cocky. "(Y/N)! I haven't heard from you in a bit." I growled, starting my car. "Stop it. Explain everything you know about tonight."

William chuckled again, another voice in the background. I couldn't tell who it was, maybe his wife. "Alright. All you have to do it dress nice and act nice. Henry told me that as soon is the date ends, he would take you home and leave you be."

I had been driving while he talked, my mind too focused to understand what he was saying. I had arrived home once he finished explaining and I parked my car. "So, what I'm hearing is, don't do anything stupid."

"Yes, sir, (Y/N)." Then he hung up without another word. I sat in my car for a bit before getting out and heading inside. I unlocked my door and saw a package in the living room. "Ugh, great."

I walked over to the box and opened it. There was a note on top, but I moved it and peered down at what was inside. Inside the box was a neatly packaged tux. I looked at the note.

'(Y/N), wear this.'
                    -Henry.

I took the tux out of the box and put it on. It fit perfectly. Henry must have looked at my shirt and pants size in the Fazbear records. After getting dressed, I headed to the bathroom and fixed my hair, also washing my face.

After a while, maybe a couple of hours or so, a knock was heard at my door. I took a deep breath and opened it. Henry was standing there with a bouquet of flowers, mainly full of (Favorite/Flower). I took them from him and smiled. "Thank you, Henry." I set the bouquet with the vase on my dining room table.

"So, ready for our date?" I nodded at him. He held out his arm for me to take. I walked towards him, closed and locked my door behind me, then I took his arm.

Henry led me to his car, which had been running already when we arrived. He opened my car door side and I got in, giving him a brief 'thank you' as I sat. He closed my door, walked to the driver's side, got in, then we drove off to the restaurant.

--Timeskip because I'm lazy lol--

We had arrived at the restaurant after a short 10 minute drive. Henry parked, got out, helped me out, then took us inside. He kept a grip on my arm. We didn't talk the whole trip so it was kind of awkward but other than that the drive was nice. We arrived inside and they immediately took us to our table, despite how busy they were.

   I couldn't help but stare at Henry while we walked. The way his hair was parted, how his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and how he walked with class and high authority. 'Has he been here before?' I couldn't help but wonder.

   Finally, we got to the table. The hostess smiled at me and I smiled back. Something about it seemed off, but it was probably because this was a high class restaurant and they want to make a good impression.

   Henry and I sat down at the table and I glanced at the menu, not quite sure if I should eat. After a couple of minutes of silence between Henry and I, a woman came by the table. "Hello, Mr. Emily. What can I get you to drink, the usual?" She hasn't acknowledged me yet, so that's good. But she knows Henry by his last name? Oh dear..

   Henry glanced up from the menu and looked at the waitress. "Hello, Kathrine. Actually, no. I'll take a glass of the finest wine in the building." He looked over at me now, as did Kathrine waiting for my drink order. "And for you, sir?" She asked.

   "I'll just take a small glass of water." Henry looked confused, but only nodded. "Give is a small bit to decide for our food, Kat." She nodded, gave us a smile, then headed off to get our drinks.

   Henry and I opened our menus and started looking over what we wanted to eat. Henry had been here before so he knew what he wanted after a couple of seconds, now we was just waiting for me. I had glanced at some items, but I couldn't seemed to find anything tasteful for me.

   "So, (Y/N), what kind of music do you like?" I hid my face further behind the menu, almost avoiding his question. When he asked it again, I knew that if I didn't answer soon, my life would be over before I knew it. "I.. I like (F/M)." I never saw anything, so I decided against getting anything. When I lowered the menu to tell Henry I wasn't hungry, he was right in my face.

   I jerked back, dropping the menu on the table. He chuckled, sitting back down in his seat across from me. I stared at him, my eyes wide. "What in the world!" Henry popped his neck, about to say something sarcastic when Kat came back with our drinks. "So, have you decided what you want to eat?" He nodded, now looking at Kat. "I'll just take the house salad, light ranch, no croutons."

   Kathrine wrote that down in her little notebook, then looked at me. "And for you, sir?" I looked at Henry, then to Kathrine. "Uh, I'm good." Henry snapped his heads towards me. Kathrine's face went pale, and I knew why. "A-Are you sure you don't want a salad or something?" I looked at Henry, making direct contact with his eyes. "No, I'm good." I could see Kathrine look at Henry out of the corner of my eyes, she then nodded. "Of course." Then, off she went back to the kitchen.

   Meanwhile, Henry and I have been staring at each other for a good bit. "Why didn't you get anything you wanted? I am paying for dinner!" His voice was raising at every word he spoke. He seemed like he wanted to throw something or slam his hands on the table, but he didn't. He kept his composer, and it was scary how well he was keeping it.

   I slouched back down into my chair some, afraid he might do something rational. "N-No! I just wasn't hungry!" My voice was shaky as I spoke. Henry's eyes seemed to examined my face. He must have seen that I was telling the truth and he sighed. Over the course of waiting for Henry's food to arrive, he had somehow convinced me to get a salad when the waitress came back. 

   When she did arrive, Henry ordered me a salad. As I waited for my food, Henry and I talked a bit. The conversation mainly consisted of him asking questions that he already knew the answer to. After the food came, we both ate together. After eating, he did in fact pay and he took me straight home.

   We made small talk the rest of the drive, which I  enjoyed to an extent. To sum it up, Mr. Emily wasn't as bad as I thought he would be.