𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝...

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬

I left the kitchen without a second thought; I was pissed, and anyone could tell. My feet hit the tiled floors of the hallway which each step. My lips were turned into a frown and my eyebrows were furrowed. As I was making my way down the hallway to get back to working, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. In front of me was none other than William Afton. He leered over me, that same off feeling hit the pit of my stomach again.

"Hello Y/n." his tone was flat, I stepped back keeping my distance from him.
"hello Mr. Afton." I replied, he could tell I was in no mood for talking.
"Aren't you supposed to be working now? Is there something wrong?" He asked, now with a more concerned look on his face yet his iconic smirk did not leave.
"No, I'm fine, I was getting back to work now actually." I answered while just staring at him.
He wasn't saying anything, so I decided to try to walk around him. That was a mistake though.
He grabbed my arm with a strong force.

"I can tell you know." William started to scare me; was still smirking and winked at me, I tried to smile back but it looked forced. at least his grip loosened on my wrist.
"I'm fine, I swear." I tried to reassure him, but a face of discontentment was still just being glared back at me. Why is he being so ...odd?
He let go and let me walk around him, still not taking his gaze off me while I walked away.

Stress.

Henry had left early that day and wanted me to finish the rest of his work.
"Hey Y/n I have to leave early; Charlie is preforming in a play. Can you cover for me while I'm out? Theirs only a bit of work on my desk, I marked it with red, so you don't get it mixed up."
And of course knowing me I agreed.
he said only a little bit of work...liar.
The papers pilled up and up almost like it went on forever, I was certainly not trained nor prepared for his amount or complexity of work.
The pile didn't seem to be getting smaller and the clock just kept on ticking. The stress got to me, and I started drinking to ease the nerves, well ease the nerves too much.
"Hey, Henry, I needed to-" The door opened only to (barely) see William.
Oh god I'm screwed.
My head felt like it was running circles, the stress and drunkenness fully kicked in and finally my head collapsed and hit the desk. I heard faint shifting noises afterwards, but the rest scrambled together like a blur.

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February 2nd, 2022