Daddy Issues | William Afton × Reader

so sweet

Days went by in a rush, so I didn't have the chance to notice that it was the end of the week thus far and I was finally going to get paid. The job was clearly worth it, even despite physical discomfort from time to time. Fredbear's Diner didn't seem as friendly to me as to its visitors, but some joy was present nonetheless. Seeing kids enjoying themsevles has always been an amusing sight, bringing myself back to good old days that ended a bit too early for my liking. Suddenly, a gentle pat on my shoulder got me out of my thoughts.

- Y/N, would you be so kind and get me a certain box from the backroom? There has to be tape all over it, - it was William, as sinisterly charming and as usual. Where did he even come from?

- Sure, sir. Should I bring it to your office?

He nodded apathetically and hurried to disappear in the dark corridors of the restaurant.

In the backroom, there wasn't much of a choice - some boxes were horrifyingly mangled, some were just empty, while its presumable contents were scattered on the upper shelf of the closet. Eventually I came across the only box in a condition to be carried, covered in a wild amount of tape. I was lucky enough to stumble, reaching for the desired item, almost slamming my jaw on the shelves.

What an asshole had put it that high?

I knocked on the door, but heard nothing in response. Walking in, my eyes discovered Afton in an odd position, hovering over his desk.

- Can anyone in this building learn some manners and knock before entering?!

His tone was stern, but not furious. This man didn't even have to raise his voice to sound threatening.

- I just did, - an emotionless expression didn't leave my face.

- Oh, - he cleared his throat and his eyes fell on what I was holding, - I see you found it. Thank you. Put it here.

I was placing the box on his desk carefully, when something on the left caught my interest. It was a picture. I could see William there, along with two boys and a girl. My mouth opened to ask a question, but I was cut off instanlty.

- Now be a good girl and leave, - he hummed, eyes pinned to his draft.

- As you say, Mr. Afton, - a raging urge to shut the door loudly burned inside of me, but I resisted it.

Are those kids his? It's as clear as a day, the older boy resembles his father a lot. Is he married? Oh shit. I didn't notice the ring! That's simply impossible; I would see his wife on the picture if he was married. Maybe she really was there. Damn. I saw him spinning a pencil just a second ago, I saw his fingers turn the crank on a springlock suit. I swear there was nothing!

If he's actually a single dad, it must be terrible. For kids, not him.

Having my third cup of coffee for today, I was enjoying the break when William honoured the kitchen with his presense. Probably to have his fifth cuppa or something. Once again, I peered closely to detect a ring on his fingers, but didn't succeed. While a coffee machine was crackling loudly, preparing the oddly smelling drink, he stretched his back and let out a heavy sigh.

- Creating miracles does take a lot of strength, I suppose.

- You cannot imagine how much I want to sleep for like 20 hours straight, - his head turned in my direction, an exhausted smile brightened his face.

- It might be too personal, but I saw a picture of yourself and your kids. However, you don't wear a ring.

He positioned himself beside the table, leaning on it slightly, eyes fixated on his mug.