"𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓" - William Afton x reader

Chapter Twenty

With closed eyes, you find yourself napping on the comfortable armchair when faint yelling from the hallway wakes you.

Try as you may, you can barely decipher the conversation despite listening closely.

"What do you mean there is nothing you can do?!"

"I said what I said."

"You will be hearing from me!"

The office door swings open as an irritated William walks inside, quietly groaning as he passes by you to his desk.

"What happened?" you ask, watching as he stuffs several papers into the filing cabinet behind him.

He doesn't stop to answer you, but keeps forcefully shuffling items and overall making a mess.

You can tell he is displeased, even uneasy, as you stand from the chair and walk towards his desk.

'I haven't seen him like this before.'

Sitting on the edge of his desk, his frantic movements stop as you rest a hand on top of his.

He sighs, finally leaning back in his chair while looking up at you.

"What happened?" you repeat.

His tired eyes glaze over you, his mouth frowning slightly.

"One of the men with a lawsuit showed up to work today, demanding to know where his child is."

"Oh," you start, thinking to yourself, "Henry had mentioned something of the sort to me."

A sigh leaves his lips as he closes his eyes.

"They seem to be getting worse everyday."

Knowing he can't see you, you smile when his face softens upon you gently squeezing his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

'I know this isn't the time... but he looks very handsome right now.'

As you admire him, his eyes open to meet yours, causing your face to grow red as you quickly look away.

"It's okay, love," he laughs, "you can look at me."

You only get more flustered at his comment.

"Shut up, Afton!"

He chuckles at your response, then harder as you roll your eyes and yank your hand away from his.

Your mind wanders back to the lawsuits when you spot a certain paper on his desk, wondering how children could just go missing at a place like this.

You can tell he is keeping in thought, almost as if debating whether or not to tell you something.

Your eyes linger on his as you wait for him to speak, but he never does.

'I know something is going on, something he's not telling me.'

"I think I'm going to visit the main area," you lie, trying to sound as assured as possible.

Not looking up from his desk, he silently nods before you stand up and walk to the door.

"We'll be leaving soon, love."

Nodding back, you inhale as you turn the door handle and step outside his office, making sure to close it behind you.

Sounds of children squealing and playing are excessively loud to your left, but you hesitantly head in the opposite direction from the main area.

Your heart pounds as you almost speed walk down the hallway; you know you shouldn't, but you are determined to discover more about the tall British man who keeps himself such a mystery.