Not Guilty // William Afton

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Omniscient

It was just as he remembered. A baby blue house with a yellow mailbox. The unkept lawn that her mother had never bothered to touch, they had went as far into the cracks in the sidewalk. The yellow painted curb as "Do Not Park" signal, the double doors that had been painted black but began to chip revealing its original brown color. The singular boarded up basement window from when William and Willow had been in middle school.

13 years earlier

The summer going into 8th grade. Willows parents had took a trip all the way to their second house in Pennsylvania. They had left Willow, because they were gonna be with their 'adult friends'.

Willow had invited William over, but she had told him to sneak in through the basement incase her parents had gotten back. But first, William had to sneak out of his own home. Because whose parents are gonna let their 13 year old kid out at midnight?

Once William had snuck out of his home, he had calmly walked down the block with his hands in his pockets, smiling like any other slick 13 year old who had just snuck out.

Compared to Willows house, Williams house had been at least 2x bigger. His interior, and exterior, were both dark. The exterior ranging from black to a very dark brown, and the interior ranging from maroon to black. His mother had not been fond of bright colors, and liked the rooms dark.

Willows house was just a simple blue house, interiors being shades of white to gray. William had liked going to Willows house better, because it had seemed more 'happy' and 'normal', though Willow had liked William's house better because it was 'bigger', 'cool' and 'mysterious'

Like maybe any other teenage girl her age, she had been at the point where all that interested her were dark colors, mystery/horror books, and awkward hormonal questions she had wanted to ask other girls if they had experienced, but she figured it was too weird.

William was just, a sort-of-wealthy British 13 year old kid, who was amazingly sneaky, asked the questions Willow didn't wanna ask, and charming for his age. He was also very into robotics/engineering, and had already planned to have an 'Afton Robotics'. He was, and still is, very smart. Willow had been in robotics with him.

William stepped onto Willow's unkept grass, walking on the sides of the blue-boarded home. He knelt down to the basement window where Willow had said to enter, removing his hands from his pockets.

He had began to push the window to see if it was open, or could even open. He peered inside to see if Willow had been inside, but she wasn't.

He had began to try to pull it open with his fingertips, but the wood holding the glass pane had begun to give him splinters.

Frustrated and impatient, he scanned his surroundings, searching for something heavy, possibly a rock or a brick. He had noticed some purple rock with a quote carved into it, but he had not cared to read what was on it. He had simply stood up and backed up from the window, and swinging the rock at the window. It had shattered.

"Yes!" William had whispered, kneeling back down at the windows level and going in head first.

Unaware of the height the window was at, he began moving his hands inside the window, getting ready to balance himself on something so that he could bring his legs through too. Instead, he placed his hands on nothing and quickly fell through the window and onto the hard concrete basement floor.

"Fuck!" He had yelped as he fell.

William sat himself up against a wall, rubbing his head. He squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the darkness. He pulled the splinters out of his fingers, flicking them off to the side.