☔︎︎ "𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝗼𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝" ☔︎︎ -a William Afton x Reader

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(TW: DETAILED GORE, DEAD BODY, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SLIGHT SMUT)
Don't ask 😃 also take this long chapter as a sorry for not being active recently-

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"y/n.., this isn't funny.." she whimpered under her breath as she tried to walk back. The wall behind her stopped her in her tracks and she was frozen in place.

I said nothing as I stepped closer, grinning menacingly. Her dry cheeks were then soaked with her tears. I grabbed her wrist and pinned her up against the wall so she was still.
"y-y/n please, listen to your mother-"

The knife settled on the side of her neck. Blood stained my hands and the carpet floor. She coughed out blood as she grasped onto the last strands of life, closing her eyes shut. Her legs collapsed on her and she fell down, her arm still held by me.
"Awh, that's too bad," I said pitifully. "I would've love to see that face of hers before she died."

-6:52-

The Aftons entered the building, leaving me outside.
"Y/n, come on, stop daydreaming already," William said jokingly, "It's pretty cold."
I said nothing as I walked in before William closed the door, but leaving it unlocked. As I sat down at the table, William sat next to me to also watch the children play. He looked at me with a worried, but interested look. I just sat there silently, not making a sound.

"Hey, you look pretty tired." He said while looking at my sleep deprived face. "You can just relax in the office while I set the restaurant up."

I noodled as a thanks and stood up before walking to the corridor.

What's happening to me?

I entered his office and switched the light on. The room was clean and tidy, with not one single paper in sight. The papers must be inside the drawers. I walked to the desk chair, stumbling over for not paying attention to what was around me.

SNAP OUT OF IT Y/N!

I snap back into reality and looked down. My hands are still shaking. What is wrong with me today? As I sat down on the chair, I saw a peculiar drawer that was slightly ajar. The objects inside were glistening from the light bulb. I stood up straight again and opened the drawer in curiosity.

Knives. Each and every object in there were knives. Sharp, blunt, curvy, triangular, you name it.

I mean, why wouldn't a serial killer have a knife collection?

A certain one caught my eye. It had sharp blade and a pointy edge, with designs carved into the handle. It wasn't outstanding, but there was something about it that felt right... As I noticed my own thoughts, I look away in disgust.

What the fuck is wrong with me today..? What would I even do with this thing?

I look back in amusement as I picked up the knife.

I know what I will do with this. It's perfect.

-9:26-

I checked the time on my phone and jumped in shock. I have to go help William and the others! I placed my phone inside my pocket and I rushed out in a hurry. The place was packed. Children screaming with joy while they chased each other around.
"Y/N!!" Ashley cried out as she wrapped her hands around me.
"Hey Ash!" I reply happily.

ew covid.

"Where have you been you fucker!" Ashley joked, me laughing a bit.
"Sorry, I was helping William with his work."
"You're really into him, aren't you~" Ashley said slowly.
"Am not!" I cry in embarrassment as my cheeks reddened. Henry swooped in onto the conversation.
"Who's into who?" He said interested. His head tilted to one side as he supported his bearded chin with his hand.
"It's nothin-"
"Y/n's into William~" She cried out excitedly. I placed my hands in pure embarrassment, my face the same tone as a tomato now.
"Oh I see... I mean, you're totally his type." He said with a shit-eating grin. I looked up slowly at him, not believing my ears. He just laughed before he slipped away into the crowd.