(Y/N) - Your Name
(L/N) - Last Name
(F/C) - Favorite Color
*(Y/N) here has some fixed colors; an example is her hair, eyes, and her favorite jacket which is originally black! These are fixed colors for the story and illustrations as well!
Italic Text - your thoughts or music playing :)
Bold Text - warnings or important dialogues
Note: This is my first fanfic so the writing may be different or slightly confusing~
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It was a frigid evening of April spring, pink flower petals from trees flurried over my shoes. The full moon above me illuminated my pale fingers, resting above my knees. Countless shimmering stars reflected upon the broken glass as I glimpsed up, sometimes I forget how pretty the sky is during these desolate nights. I wonder if someone shares the same view as I do... even with dull eyes like mine.
🎶I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me
As "Hooked on a Feeling" by Blue Swedes blasted through my earphones, I could hear laughter echoing in the dark alleyway as the cold air blew over my hair. I looked in the direction where the sound was coming from, it was a group of teenagers, 4 people to be exact, probably around 16 or 17 years old. Did they seem... drunk?
"7:45 PM? I've been here for 3 hours?" I murmured
This alleyway is where I usually go when I have nothing to do for the day. People rarely pass by here and it's almost closed off the streets, making it a perfect place to hide or murder somebody. I like the idea of being alone here, but I have to admit, it gets dangerous around these hours.
While I was pondering, I heard someone drop on the concrete street floor. It was one of the drunk teenagers and I lowered the volume of my music to listen out of curiosity.
"Hey! Wake uuuup!"
"5 minutessssss"
"We're not home yeeet sillyyyyy"
Oh my, they are definitely drunk
"I don't have any moneeey for a cab..."
"You wasted my allowance on the drinkssss"
"And whose fault do you think is thaaaat?"
I better leave before they notice me, I don't want to know what happens next.
As I stood up from the cold pipe, I felt a hand on my shoulder. The felt on my jacket was thick but I could tell that it was a man's hand.
"Hey girlieeeee, would you be so kind and give us cab moneeeey?"
Seriously? How dumb can you be to approach a random stranger on a barely lit alleyway? Does being drunk make you stupid?
I slightly turn my head so they can't see my face. I saw a teenage boy with blonde-swept hair and green eyes. His face was slightly red, and he reeked of alcohol. The 3 people who I assume were his friends were laughing behind him with annoying grins on their faces.
He leaned closer to me until I felt something sharp on my back. When I tipped my head, he was holding a red pocket knife against me.
"Just give me your wallet and no one gets hurt" he whispered in my ear.
You have got to be kidding me...
I brushed his hand away, ignoring him, and started walking instead. My black leather combat shoes echoed on the silent passageway while his friends began to provoke him.
"HEEYYY! COME BACK HEREEEEE" the man shouted and ran after me.
He forcefully pulled my arm that was tucked under the jacket pockets.
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Lethean (William Afton X Reader)
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