Not Guilty // William Afton

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Friday, omniscient.

William locked up the restaurant and started walking towards his car. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of his back pocket, lighting it up in his palm. He puts the lighter back and swings his keys around his finger.

"William."

William stops walking in the middle of the parking lot and slowly turns around to see whose calling him.

"You haven't forgot about us just yet, right William?"

"Please, not again.." William thinks to himself.

He stands there in the dark parking lot, one street lamp shining over his car. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and places it between his fingers. It slowly burns in between.

He grinds his teeth together and flares his nostrils taking one final look behind behind him before putting the cigarette back in his mouth and walking towards the car. The view of the car becomes clearer the closer he gets.

"Willi-"

William doesn't look behind him. He immediately sprints for his car, throwing the cigarette in front of him and stepping on it as he went. "Not tonight, please.." He thinks to himself as he struggles to unlock his car door.

He pulls on the door so hard, it eventually unlocks. He shoves his body inside and starts the car faster than he's ever before.

"Where are you going William?"

William pulls out of the lot, his tires screeching as he pulls onto the road. (this really made me laugh i'm sorry like imagine william panting and running cuz he's scared)

The only thing besides his panting, hearing his heartbeats through the inside of his ears, he can hear hundreds of little whispers, whispering at him inaudible things. He continuously gulps.

He continuously, in his mind, curses out his father. For treating him the way he did, causing so much mental damage upon William, leaving him in the state he is right now. He could only hope that his father, who had been found guilty, was rotting in prison. He constantly thought to himself, "So god help me if this man gets released. The lengths I will go to just to make sure he's dead, even if it's with my bare hands."

William wasn't well. But that must've been clear already.

He pulled into his driveway and braked so hard his car tilted forward as he held it. He shut the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt, rushing to open the car door and walk up to his steps. The whispers kept going.

William frantically searched for the right key on his keychain, because he knew if he stayed out here for longer, someone else would find him in the morning. And not from the whispers, or them calling his name, but from how much William could take of them.

He finally pulled the right key and slammed it into the key hole, twisting, pushing, jiggling it in the keyhole, wanting to get inside as soon as possible. If you viewed him from a distance, it would look like he was forcing himself in some random persons house.

He pushed the door open and slammed it behind him after coming inside. William quickly flipped the lights on and dropped all his belongings right where he was standing, and scanned the room with his crazed, panicked eyes.

He spotted what he was looking for over on the kitchen counter and quickly made his way over there. He slammed one hand on the counter and grabbed his meds desperately.

He opened the bottle and violently shook one out of it, leaving only two left inside. He shoved it into his mouth, wiping the pill dust on his shirt and turned over to his sink.

Instead of grabbing a cup, he turned on the water and ducked his head under the tap, drinking the water straight from it.

He moved away from the tap and turned off the water, leaving it dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. Letting out a heavy sigh as he leaned against the counter, his phone began ringing behind him, making him jump a little.

Thinking that the meds hadn't kicked in yet, he believed that it was still his mind playing tricks or that the whispers were the ones calling him. He quickly stepped over to the phone and dropped his hand on it, lifting it up to his ear.

"What." He said angrily, scared and stressed all at once.

"Sorry if I called at the wrong time, but it's me, Willow." The person on the other line responded.

William kept the phone to his ear, slowly pulling it away from it and looking in the other direction. He looked at his kitchen, his living room, and the hallway to his room searching for anybody there.

"Stop it." He whispered in distress into the unknown, hoping that whatever was bugging him before he swallowed his pill, was gone for the rest of the night.

They were gone, the pill had taken effect almost immediately. William let out a quiet sigh of relief. He took one last look at the living room, kitchen and hallway before slowly pulling the phone back to his ear.

"Hello Willow!" William cheerfully says over the phone with his legs & back tense from what he had just experienced.

"Oh, hello William! Did I call at the right time?" Willow asks.

"Yes, of course. My apologies for not answering, my brother kept bothering me. You're calling for the schedule, correct?" William lied.

He picked up his bag and looked around his bag for her schedule, shuffling some papers. He'd known that was a terrible lie, because it's not like Willow is just meeting William. She knows he doesn't have a brother, and couldn't have had one during the years, because his mother was dead and his father is in prison. He could only hope she would assume that Williams father had one when he was in juvie.

"Yeah! Yeah the schedule." Willow responded.

"Great. Do you uh, do you have a paper and pencil or pen with you? You gotta write this down." William pulls out one sheet of paper.

Willow on the other side of the line could be heard opening something up and pulling a sheet out. "Now I do."

"Okay. Monday.."

William spends the next two minutes telling Willow her schedule for the next few weeks and about the rooms in the building under the dim light of his kitchen.

"Just, never go into Parts and Service. That room is off limits to everybody but.. the guy who fixes the animatronics." William states. He scratches his head.

"Sure, I have no reason to anyway." Willow reassures.

"Great. So that's just about it, any questions?" William asks.

"Hmm, no. I just guess I'll see you on Monday?" Willow responds.

"Yep. I'll see you on Monday Willow." William grins and ends the call. He puts the phone down and leans on his elbows against the counter, running his hands on his face and through his hair.

"She's really back huh." William smiles following a chuckle. "After all this time.." He raises his body from the counter and looks at the mug on the farther end of it, holding some tea from that morning.

He reached his arm from where he's standing for the mug, grabs it and looks inside at the brown lemon that had soaked up the actual tea.

He brought the cup up to his mouth and drank whatever was actually left inside it. He set the cup down and shut off his kitchen light, walking to his room.

He switched the light on and shut the door behind him. He reached for the simple white shirt and sweatpants that were laying of his floor from when he had changed in the morning.

He changed back into those and dropped himself on the bed. Tomorrow is another day.

A/N

god this is so short mb😭