To Seek Answers (Mike Schmidt X Reader: Book 2)

I Just Wanted To Talk

You made your way up the steps to William's house. You wanted to talk to him about everything that had been going on. And you wanted to try and clear up what happened the night of your proposal.

     If you were being one hundred percent honest, you weren't actually going to tell William everything that had happened. You weren't really sure if you could trust him. Out of everyone who worked at Freddy's, he was probably at the top of your suspect list, but you didn't want to go jumping to conclusions. And maybe you were being more lenient on him because he was one of your best friends.

     You just really didn't want it to be him.

     You wrapped your knuckles against the door but no one answered. You knew he was home because you'd seen his car in the driveway. You pressed your ear up against the door and heard the sound of running water. He must have been in the shower.

     You entered the house and wandered inside. You'd just wait for him to get out, it wasn't like it was counted as unusual. William, Henry, and yourself quite often barged into each other's houses uninvited.

     You sat on the couch for a while, listening to the sounds of running water when you noticed something down the hall. The door that lead down to William's workshop was open.

     If he was indeed behind the murders, all evidence was sure to be kept there.

     Looking around you quietly rose to your feet, creeping down the hall. The sounds of the running shower signaled you were safe. You approached the door, peering through. Darkness was the first thing you saw, and as your eyes adjusted you could make out a faint light shining from the bottom of the wooden stairs.

     You stopped again to listen for running water.

     The shower was still going.

     Taking a deep breath you began to descend, the stairs creaking under your feet. Lower and lower you descended, focussing hard on making your footsteps light and quiet.

     You reached the bottom.

     A flimsy wooden wall sat to your right, creating a sort of hallway. Further down, light shone through a large hole in the wall, a door, you supposed. You peeked through the gaps in the wood as you walked, catching glimpses of William's workshop.

     There were many animatronic parts and bare endoskeletons. You even caught sight of what you suspected to be a new animatronic, although it was just the head. It had a long snout and sharp teeth, and a pair of yellow-rimmed, star-shaped glasses covered its eyes. You wondered what it was for.

     Two tables lay in the middle of the room, a white sheet covering whatever lay on them.

     Your heart pounded as you reached the end of the hall. This was it. The proof you needed to prove William either guilty or; you sincerely hoped; innocent.

     You went to turn the corner.

     A hand clamped around your mouth, pulling you up the stairs.

     Your heart leaped into your throat as you began to fight, but whoever had you was strong. They pinned your arms to your side, lifting you off the ground as you brought back up the steps.

     As soon as you were back out in the hallway you were set free, and you spun around with your fists raised in defense. Only for you to lower them in slight relief.

     "Sneaking around my house your new hobby?"

     William didn't look impressed. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes were narrowed. Maybe it would have been better to sneak into his workshop when he wasn't home. You probably should have thought that one through some more.

     "I wasn't sneaking," you stuttered in defense, "I was curious as to what you've been working on."

     You could tell he wasn't convinced.

     Your eyes suddenly widened. "Oh gosh- I didn't- realise- sorry- help." You couldn't seem to form a complete sentence as you turned your back to your friend.

     He was standing there. In nothing but a towel.

     William chuckled. "I'm not that hideous, am I?"

     You shook your head, a blush beginning to form on your cheeks. It wasn't like he was bad-looking. Most girls would probably find him quite attractive with his toned chest and strong jawline.

     A hand landed on your shoulder, and you let out a gasp of shock as you were pushed back into the wall. "William-" you didn't get the chance to finish your sentence as you felt William's lips on yours for the second time. You pushed against his bare chest, shoving him off. "William, you need to stop."

     He narrowed his eyes, placing his hands on either side of your head. "You chose to come here."

     "I came to talk. That's it."

     William didn't move. Water droplets danced in his dark violet hair as it hung loosely around his face. A purple hair tie was wrapped around his wrist. He must have taken his hair out of its usual ponytail while he showered.

     He leaned closer to you, his hot breath making you shiver.

     "William," you said sternly, your fists clenching. "You need to move before I knee you where the sun don' shine."

     William narrowed his eyes. "You didn't have to come you know. I'm sick of you always chasing after me when you feel nothing."

     "I don't chase after you."

     "Oh, but you do. Every time I seem upset or like something's wrong, you come running," he let out a sour chuckle, "Do you like messing with my feelings? Do you like making me hurt?"

     Guilt ate away at you. You didn't realise he saw it like that. "Of course not. I love you, William, I really do. Just, as a brother."

     William let out an angry yell, punching the wall beside your head. "Yeah, and I love you! But not as a sister."

     That made you freeze. He loved you?

     "William," you whispered.

     "Don't pity me. Don't give me your sympathy," he growled, "I don't want it." He smashed his lips against yours again, pinning you against the wall to stop your struggling.

     "William. You. Need. To. Stop," you managed to gasp between the kiss. You freed your arms and pushed his head back, cupping his face with your hands. "Please, William, this isn't you," you pleaded, "You're still grieving. You don't really love me-"

     "You don't know what I feel!" William's cry shocked you. It was filled with so much agony and despair, that you barely reacted when he grabbed your wrists and continued to kiss you. You hadn't meant for this. You hadn't meant to put him through so much pain. You just wanted to be there for him.

     "William, what the frick!?"

     The voice caused William's grip to loosen just enough for you to ram your knee into his stomach. You grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to the ground.

     Henry stood there in shock, a mortified look on his face.

     "All I wanted was to talk," you mumbled, releasing William and letting him fall to the ground with a groan. "I never wanted that."

     Henry appeared beside you, gently grabbing your arm and pushing you behind him. He jabbed a finger in William's face. "You crossed a line," he growled, "I never expected to see you, of all people, do that."

     William looked at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze. You probably should have felt angry but, you just felt guilty.

     Henry grabbed your arm and lead you out of the house, a furious look stretched across his face. "I can't believe him," he grumbled, his teeth grit in anger.

     You, however. Just stayed silent. Your expression blank.