>William Afton One Shot<

Front Row

As you accompany the founder of the, soon to be known as, Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment, you come to the realization of how gracefully your eye has been catched by the likeness of him.

In fact, you are head over heels for him. Like in literal meaning. Your attractiveness might come to shine with these red lacquer high heels, though you certainly need to practice walking.

Though through all troubles, today is a special occasion. Well you believe so. After all, your dear “sweetheart” labeled it as such. And in no aspect could you assume for him to be a disgraceful lying rat. That’s just off the menu.

He wished to devour lunch with you. How could you refuse? It’s an achievable step further into this relationship.

So here you are.

Now inside the passenger's seat of his toyota. You expected something more exquisite, if being honest, but this will do too.

His hands, firm and steady, glide over the leather coat of his car’s steering wheel.

“Did you have a specific restaurant in mind?”

You gape over to him to your left, your lean arms resting in your very own lap. You were quite hoping for a Chinese takeout. It’s nothing all too outstanding, but beyond any doubt appetizing.

“Not exactly a restaurant.”

Your brows rise in suspiciousness, until it hits you and you laugh it off.

“Are you going to cook for us?”

At last you’re able to admire his full beauty from the front as he rotates his head to your angle of the car.

“Something like that.”

Thrilled more than ever, your grinning almost reaches the top of your eyelids. No way in hiding your excitement now, is there?

Though as a few moments pass, it took you a mere moment to be levitated back into reality. For a reason you are not aware of, you notice how he hasn’t started the car.

“Is something wrong with the car, or-”

“-No.”

By the sudden change of tone, concern is taking over the control of your human emotions. Something feels off. Where’s the lunch you’ve been promised? Especially for this date you have not consumed any breakfast this very morning.

“We’ll have lunch here.”

“Wait- how- but- why- how- what-”

He leans towards you, fighting against the strength of his seat belt as it’s grating squeaking sound roams throughout the shell of the toyota.

“There’s no need for questions.”

You try as hard as you can, but it’s unattainable to even read a bit of accent behind the words of the man. His face is so seemingly dull, even no light reflects among his eyes, no sparkle left behind. 

These are the kind of situations where you recall how harmful this being is. For there was never ever a blink of positive emotion he left behind for you. Well, to be more exact, no real ones.

So there you are.

In the passenger seat of his toyota. Knowing you’ll never catch the eyes of his. Them not even falling out.

Head over heels, though the only thing you hit is yourself.

He fondles your face so lovingly. How can you not just sink into this moment?

Maybe just this once, you should neglect the issues crushing upon you, only leading to rise of anxiety. Let yourself enjoy this one special moment.

You felt the caress of his warm breath on your cheek, as he’s sinking closer to entwine your lips to the full experience.

You abandon your guard.

Let him take anything he wants. He will anyway.

The whole session of entitled awkwardness deformed into a hot burning “passion”.

If somebody was to view the two of you from the outside, they’d perceive you as two hungry lions, ingesting each other as if famine ran among the animal population.

You shivered as he slid his numbing hand under the bottom part of your dress.

You feel aroused. And he distinguished.