Not Guilty // William Afton

thirty two

tw: mention of puke/vomit

Anonymous POV

"Go in for the interview today. They're hiring now." Man 1 spoke to Man 2.

"Oh really? What was it you wanted me to go for again?" Man 2 turned to Man 1.

"Night guard." Man 1 responded.

"Night guard? I-I don't know man. You've heard the stories about the night guards in Fazbear Entertainment." Man 2 shuddered.

"Man 2. Look at me." Man 1 pointed at his eyes.

Man 2 leaned a little closer curiously.

"I don't care." Man 1 spat. "Something always happens with Fazbear Entertainment. This time, it'll be something good. For our sake."

Man 2 sighed. "When is Circus Baby's even opening?"

"Next Wednesday." Man 1 sat back.

Man 2 sighed once again.

Man 1 pulled out a document. "And remember, when the dirty blonde man starts asking you any questions that have to do with an interview, say you want to speak with William Afton. He's going to look like this."

He held up a photo of this William Afton from years years ago when they hosted a special party for the mayors kid. He was in a suit, holding a bunny's head, having his arm wrapped around another suit that was cropped from the photo.

It was a man with messy brown hair, cold and dull gray eyes. His imperfect and chipped teeth revealed through his sickening and unsettling smile.

Man 2 gulped a little at the mans appearance. "Does he still look like that?"

"Somewhat, maybe a little different. This was years ago." Man 1 placed the picture down. "Now go. And remember what to do with the sack of cash I gave you."

Man 2 nervously gave him a thumbs up as he left the room.

Willow's POV

I came out of the bathroom and was going to make my way down the main hall into the main room, when I noticed somebody at a secluded door.

The secluded door? The Parts and Service door.

It wasn't William. It was a short, feminine body. A very annoying one, to be exact. I sighed and groaned all at once, turning towards the secluded door and approaching her.

"Margaret, you know you can't be here!" I yelled from down the hall.

Margaret jumped and removed her hand from the doorknob of Parts and Service.

I approached her, towering over her as she completely looked up at me.

"It's hard to sneak around when your tall ass sees everything!" Margaret whined.

My tall ass? You should be grateful my tall ass isn't kicking yours. You'll see how fucking tall Springbonnie is in a second.

"Margaret, please. We've already been over this. Twice. You can't go into that room." I sighed and scratched my head.

Margaret dropped her hand. "Okay, fine. I get it's rules and everything, but how come you're so protective over it? Shouldn't William be?"

This girl literally forced herself to hang out with me after my birthday, and now she's being nosy and asking too many questions.

"Would you rather him find out about your presence near this door? Or would you rather me speak to you about it?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"Obviously you. But I'm just saying. Do you know what's in that room?" Margaret crossed her arms.