Not Guilty // William Afton

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"What are you? Fucking crazy? You're not going for that interview!" My mom shouts at me.

"You're the one who wanted me to take Maggie there, what's the problem if I go there again!" I shout back.

"The problem is, I only told you to take Maggie so she could redeem the tickets and stop asking me about it, and now you're going to apply for a job there? There, where kids have gone missing? You're begging for something to happen to you!" She yells at my back facing her.

"I'm 26 fucking years old! I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions don't you think? I'm still in college, it's not like I'm gonna be working at fucking Freddy Fazbears my whole life!" I turn around to her face.

My moms face releases the tension in it, trying to calm down. "I'm only worried about you. That's all." She says in a normal tone.

I roll my eyes and scoff, turning back around and grabbing my keys.

"Where the hell do you think you're going!" My mom follows me.

"To the fucking morgue! Where do you think!" I open the door and leave the house.

Fucking christ. She always complains that I bring home no money, I'm still living with her at 26, yet gets mad when I finally decide to try for a job.

I walk down the steps and off to my car, unlocking the door. I sit down in the seat. I flip down the mirror from above the wheel and run my ringers through my brown curly hair, making sure there's no frizz.

I flip it back up and start the engine with a sigh.

-

I see William sitting at a booth near the window. I step inside.

William turns his head back at the sound of the door opening and quickly gets up. "Willow!"

I walk towards him. "Hi William! Would you rather me call you Mr. Afton?"

"No no, William is fine. Please, take a seat." he points at the booth chair in front of him.

I smile and sit in front of him.

William stops smiling and stares at his cup.

"You okay..?" I ask.

William looks through the window and then looks at me. "It's me.. William.."

I tilt my head in confusion and laugh a little. "I know it's you William.."

"No it's, William Afton. From sophomore year.." he clears his throat.

That's where I knew the name from. I look at him with wide eyes. He looks back at me hoping I remember.

I sit there for a moment in confusion and then quickly stand up.

He looks at me like I said something mean. "Um, if you don't re-"

I interrupt him and immediately hug him.

"Oh.." He breathed. He hesitated to hug me back, but he eventually wrapped his arms around my back.

"I fucking hate you." I say into his shoulder and pull away, sitting back down and looking at him.

"I'm sorry." William puts his fingertips on the edge of the table. "I could explain everything to you right here and right now, no details missing."

"I sure hope you could, and will." I adjust myself in my seat, ready to hear what I hope would be a good and long explanation as to why he disappeared for 11 years. I should be more surprised and shocked that this is him, but I still haven't gotten the time to process it yet. It'll definitely hit me later.