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William x reader || a familiar yet unfamiliar path

"He's just been staring at his hands, repeating a single phrase.." Officer Benhill told you while looking through the mirror, his arms crossed. "The poor bastard won't answer our questions, or even look at us," Detective Southcoast added, leaning her back on the wall.

"So, what did he do again?" You asked, holding a file filled with information about the man. "Shot Mark Fischbach right on the temple, blew the guy's brains right out. He keeps saying it wasn't his fault, but his fingerprints are all over the pistol..." Officer Benhill said.

You listened as you opened the file, seeing all of this man's information and pictures of clues from the crime scene. "William J. Barnum.." You whispered, looking back at the one-way mirror.

You recognize that name, and as you looked back you realized why. He's an old friend you hadn't seen in years. So this is what happened after I had left, old friend...

William was staring at his hands, whispering words, but you couldn't hear them. You then sighed, closing the file. "I've gotten through others, so I can get through to him.." You said, stepping through the door.

"It was an accident, it was an accident, it was an accident..." The poor man just continued to repeat under his breath, now squeezing his eyes closed tight. "William," You said, walking to the table and taking a seat in front of him.

"It was an accident, all fun and games..." He continued to whisper, terror seeping through his eyes. "Just a goof, a guffaw.." William whispered, his eyes still shut tightly. "Wil..?" You tried to get him to stop and listen. "Accident..it was an accident, I swear..!"

The more and more he repeated that phrase, the more he gritted through his teeth.

"Mr. Barnum!" You slightly raised your voice at the man. He immediately stopped whispering, his voice hitched. His eyes were still shut. "Look at me.." You then told him in a soft voice. "Please.."

William whimpered a bit before hesitantly opening his eyes. He didn't look you in the eyes though, he just kept looking at his chained hands. "There you go.." You smiled, trying to look him in the eyes, but William keeps moving the direction of where he's looking.

"Now, I respectfully ask you to answer all these questions with complete honesty.." You started, opening the file again. You could hear him making a few noises before whispering to you in a worried tone. "Are they watching..?"

"No, nobody is watching.." You whispered back, obviously telling this terrified man a complete lie. "Now, old friend...where did it happen?" You asked.

You do already know where the murder occurred, you're just testing William's honesty at the moment. "I-it was..in the.. the wine cellar..." He told you in a shaky voice. You nodded. "Mhm, good job William. I'm proud of you,"

You could tell he was trying not to worry about something. "Now, what time was it?" You then questioned, looking at that section of the paperwork. William struggled for a moment, fiddling with his thumbs.

He then eventually told you. "Uh..near.. two, three am..?" He tried to guess, it's clear he doesn't remember. "Close enough, it was at two thirty am," You said, your soft tone slowly turning into a blank one.

"This question is a bit different than the others," You started, closing the file. "What were you doing with the pistol?" You then asked him, looking him directly in the eyes, not really much of a sign of any emotion in yours.

William stuttered, blinking a few more times than someone usually does, but it's just something people might do under stress. "I-I wasn't doing anything, he told me to!" He started. "No, what were you doing?" You repeated in a firm tone. You can tell it effected him too.

"I..it was Russian roulette..." William told you, hyperventilating a little. "Okay, why were you willing to risk a life just to play a game?" You asked, softening your voice. William just looked back at his hands before saying. "I didn't know it was loaded.." He said, shutting his eyes tight.

"Wil, I know it's scary, but that game has to be the most dangerous game. Trust me, I've played, but why, what current state where you in to play..?"

"..We had been drinking, I-I thought he was joking, I thought it was just f-fun and games..." The man whimpered. You stare at him and sigh softly, opening the folder back up, taking a look at a few of the sections.

"I-it wasn't my fault.." William whispered you, his voice still sounding terrified. "But you pulled the trigger," "I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS LOADED!" He then shouted in your face, sounding like he was about to cry. "But you pulled the trigger," You repeated, staying calm.

"Please!" The man cried, violently wiggling their wrists that were chained to the table. "Believe me.." He then whispered, tears threatening to drip from his eyes. You just sighed and put the folder down. "Look, Wil, I want to believe you.." You started looking William in the eyes.

"But the evidence of you murdering him is pretty damning.." You said. William then twitched. "..are you alright?" You ask, watching as William twitched again. "That horrible..word...murder.." He whispered. You just give him a confused look and then grabbed his hand.

"Wilford..you can't change the past.."

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"No matter how hard I try to stop it, I always find a way to know what would've happened if we hadn't have played that damn game.." Wilford muttered under his breath, rubbing the raindrops off his face.

The rain just dropped into the metal headstone as he continued to look at it.

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