Purple | William Afton x Reader (SMUT)

Masc Reader Part 1

WARNINGS
a rlly subtle mention of pedophilia (no pedos involved), slight non con, blood, dismembered human parts, and a bunch of kinky shit that has been listed down below. nothing in the warnings r used for sexual purposes.

NOTES
this version is written for masc readers, meaning y/n goes by he/him pronouns, will have masculine descriptions, and has cock and ball. ill be writing fem and gender neutral versions later in the same fic, but this is all i have for now!! sorry to all my non-men out there, but i mean u can still read it yk.

u are whatever age u desire, but r potrayed as someone in their twenties. your working hours r 11pm - 6am.
this is a smutfic as seen in the title, so a few oo la la things thatll be featured are degrading, shaming, praising, hickeys, blow jobs, switch william, yadda yadda ya.

ok all that out of the way enjoy the fic bozos!!

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There was something off about the purple guy who was always sat watching you during the first hour of your shift. Maybe it was the way he kept his head down, the way he looked around as though he wasn't meant to be in the pizzeria, his scruffy hair that was tied in an uneven ponytail, the growing stubble on his chin, his low posture and suspicious demeanour, or the look of evil in his eyes. Had you not known any better, you'd mistaken him for a pedophile, but every child that passes him is met with an eye roll or a look of disgust.

His outfit said otherwise. It perfectly resembled the average security guards uniform, only it was ridden in a singular obnoxious shade of purple. He had a badge, much like yours, but the name tag was covered in scotch tape. It was absurd to you how nobody had kicked him out, let alone mentioned him, not professionally anyway.

You'd dared to confront him, as anyone would naturally, but he made you oddly nervous. It was a blur of fear and attraction. Yes it was odd that some creepy scruffy man in a corner was attractive of all the adjectives you could use, but watching him watching you with a grin left blood rushing to your face, and possibly somewhere else. Not like you were ever going to interact with him anytime soon, not anything more than subtle eye contact from across the room.

Eleven in the evening, you arrived to your shift. This was a regular thing for you weekly. Head to the office, change into your uniform, walk among the building in search for anything out of place, return to office, and other stuff one would expect working as a night guard. You were on the third, dreadfully long part of your work schedule, when you noticed the purple guy was gone. It didn't make sense where or why, but you accepted the assumption you weren't going to be talking to him any time soon, at least that's what you thought until you made your way to parts and service.

The door was shut, a light trail of blood stained at the entrance. Usually there was old dried blood left at the door. Nobody knew why, but it was always there. Whenever you checked the room there was never any blood inside, nor body, and there had been no news of discoveries, unless you counted absurd theories. This time, there was more blood; Fresh blood. Adrenaline spiked inside you as your hand lifted and lingered on the door handle.

The sound of shuffling and tinkering (perhaps with the parts and suits) matched with your heart that beat ever so fast and loud. The quiver of your hand caused an ache that flooded throughout your whole body. None of this was out of fear. Your eyes grew wide and you froze as the thought of danger crossed your mind. Something about this whole thing drove you wild with utter excitement. It was wrong. Very fucking wrong.

You gave in.

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The door swung open in a burst of curiousity, and across from you was the purple guy.