Not Guilty // William Afton

twenty five

^^i fr forgot who made that so lmk and i'll give creds

also, i made a little mistake at the beginning of the last chapter at the beginning in terms of the story line, so i fixed it. you can go back and reread the beginning so you won't be confused later. just what's in italics.

"M-Margaret?"

Margaret looked at me surprised through her glasses. "Willow? Is that you?"

I stared at her in silence.

She looked at me in hope.

"W-What are you doing here.." I asked.

"I was just looking for a job, and saw this lovely place! I had no idea you worked here." Margaret put her pen down.

I simply stared.

"It's been a while huh. I totally didn't expect to see you here. But.. now that I'm here, I hope we can start fresh?" Margaret smiled.

Start fresh.

It's not like she did anything to me. It's something I did to her. Margaret was sweet.

I just didn't know how to react right now. I would've guessed after seeing me right now she would've turned around and walked away.

"..Start, fresh?" I cleared my throat.

"Yeah. I guess I can't hold a grudge on you forever. It was some silly teenage stuff. And at least by now, I hope it's not something you can still hold onto. Especially since.. you know. He's back." Margaret whispered the last part.

I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I know for a fact somethings not right here.

But I'm gonna play along.

"Yeah. Start fresh." I smiled and sighed. "Yeah, I guess we can start fresh. I'm sorry."

Margaret shook her head and smiled. "No need to apologize. I've forgiven you years ago."

I don't need your forgiveness. You still mean just as much to me as you did back then.

"Well. I don't wanna take up much of your time. Did Henry tell you about the tour and rules?" I asked.

"He only told me about the tour. He said you'd tell me about the rules. You, meaning as in, 'person who will show you around.'" Margaret giggled.

"Mhm. Well, you should just follow me then." I fake smiled and turned around.

"Right-o." Margaret followed from behind.

Who the hell says right-o?

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"And this room." I pointed at Parts and Service. I looked at her to make sure she was paying attention. I pointed at her with my other hand. "Never. Ever. Enter this room."

Margaret cocked an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"It's-Its very dangerous. Only the mechanics are allowed in there. When I say dangerous, I mean, excruciatingly painful dangerous. The parts are dangerous, of course." I explained.

"What if I walk in and come out fine?" Margaret placed her hands behind her back.

"Suit yourself. You might get fired." I shrugged.

Margaret stared at the door with a smirk.

I would tell her William would kill her with his bare hands if she went in there, but that would ruin the fun.