"𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓" - William Afton x reader

Chapter Eight

Unable to move, you stand there stunned.

"That moment was the first and only time I have ever held someone's life in my hands and chosen to let them live."

His words repeat over and over again in your head as you ponder exactly what he meant.

With his body still pressing yours against the wall, you gently drop your hand off the side of his face before looking away.

He tilts his face towards yours in order to look at you fully, then slowly backs up.

You keep your gaze to the floor as you wait for him to say something—anything.

Silence.

Tearfully, you look up hesitantly as you watch him drop his head and look to the side.

'I am lucky to be alive.'

His face is no longer angry, but an expression of discomfort rests on it, and you take this opportunity to step away from the wall and retreat to the foyer before he changes his mind.

As you leave the kitchen, you feel your chest shakily rise and fall to your still heavy breathing.

You swear you could hear sounds of him mumbling to himself in the other room, but decide to ignore it.

Too frightened to pause, you head upstairs and through the hallway before rushing into your bedroom on the left.

Your heart continuing to race, you slowly slide your back down your closed door as you hold in sobs.

'I just want to go home.'

A few moments pass before you gather yourself from the floor and walk over to the bed, lifting yourself up and wrapping yourself fully into the comforter.

Crying, your body soon drifts off to sleep as your heart eventually settles.

'Tomorrow is another day.'

♡~~~♡

As you gently open your eyes, a male's face appears in your sight as a soft voice wakes you.

Your vision clearing, you sit up to see Michael snuggled up and sweetly smiling at you.

"Good morning, y/n!" he exclaims, happy to see you.

You are a bit relieved to know that Michael is the one by your side; after last night's... incident... the last person you want to see right now is William.

"Good morning, Michael!" you respond, rubbing your tired eyes as you try almost too enthusiastically to fake a smile.

"I will leave so you can get ready," he says, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door, "but we are leaving in about 15 minutes, so don't take too long!"

You nod as you stretch, watching as he smiles before closing the door behind him.

'Sweet boy.'

You frown.

'Erratic father.'

Brushing it off, you stroll over to the laundry stack folded on the window seat before slipping on your now washed and clean white, cotton dress and turning to a standing mirror on your right.

You inspect your hair, brushing it down in several places with your fingers as you decide to pin some of it up with a blue ribbon you found in the dresser drawer.

Pleased with your appearance for the most part, you turn to leave through the bedroom door when the sound of metal clinking to the floor catches your attention.