Partner In Crime, I Suppose || William Afton

17

(Tw: House fire)

"FATHER!!! (Y/N)!!!" Michael screamed, running up the stairs.

William and I jolted awake as Michael bursted through the door.

"What!" William yelled.

"I fucked up, the house is on fire!! We need to get out!!"

"EXCUSE ME, WHAT!?" I jumped out of the bed and ran through the doorway.

Looking down the stairs, I saw the living room engulfed in flames.

Across the way, Evan's door caught my sight.

I bolted into Evan's room to grab his plush.

I throw the door open to see the room ablaze. I look around the room desperately for the bear.

Next to Evan's bed laid the burning bear.

"NO!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The bear began to leak an orange goo.

What?!

"(Y/N)!! What are you doing, we need to get out!!" William ran up behind me. "What the hell-?"

He spots the burning, oozing plush.

"What is that- whatever, it doesn't matter! Go! Get out!!" William yelled at me.

I dashed out of the house to find Michael waiting outside the house.

"(Y/N)!! Thank god! W-where's father??"

I look behind me. "Is he not behind me?!"

Neighbors begin to gather around the house. "Is there someone still in there??" I hear one say.

"William!!" I yell as loud as I possibly can.

"I'm here, Darling, I'm here." William runs out of the house. Parts of his face covered in black char and his hands burned painfully.

"Oh my goodness, thank god!!" I squeal as I run over to William.

I hug him tightly, gripping his head and keeping his as close as possible, fearing the fire would take him from me.

William brought something up in his hand. A small jar full of that orange goo that the Fredbear plush was oozing.

"I nabbed some of that orange shit in Evan's room. What is it??" William asked.

"I have no clue."

Sirens drove down the street. The sirens sang as the lights danced around the neighborhood.

The house was extinguished quickly.

"Where are we going to stay?" I ask, looking up at William.

"W-we could stay at Henry's?" Michael suggested.

William's face grew furious.

I placed my hand on his arm. "William, I don't think we have much of a choice."

We drove to Henry's home and knocked on his door.

"Hello? Oh, Will? (Y/N)? Michael? What're you all doing here?"

"Michael here set the house on fire." William said with a scoff.

"I tried to cook dinner..." Michael rubbed the back of his neck.

"You think we could stay here for a couple nights?"

"Y-yes, of course!" Henry opened the door wider for us to come in.

"Thanks." William forced out.

"Erm.. you know where the guest room is, Michael, you good on the couch?" Henry asked.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, thanks."

William and I headed to the guest room.

"Good night, Will, (Y/N)!" Henry wished as William closed the door.

"Goodnight," was all I could reply.