Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 14: ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ]彡

🎶I ain't missing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't missing you
No matter
What my friends say

While William was driving, the radio was playing "Missing You" by John Waite. My head was leaning on the glass door and Michael fell asleep in the backseat. Almost every 2 minutes, I could feel him looking at me, creating an uncomfortable air between us.

Outside the glass window, I saw the flickering street lights and teenagers roaming with bottles of beer and large radios. We passed by the streets that were familiar to me and one of them was the street where my apartment was built or rather, not yet built. It's rather strange to see no high-rise buildings in this city during the 1980s. The lack of technology was strange too, and I'm certain that sending a teenager who depends entirely on their phones and internet connection would go mad.

I still can't comprehend how I got here. Based on fictional movies I saw a few years back, the ball pit acted as some kind of time portal— a time machine. It wasn't clean or tidy, in fact, I had some odd black goo on my clothes, spatters of it. That pizzeria has been rotting in that place for decades and no one bothered to demolish it, despite its haunting rumors.

If that playpen is a time portal, then what if someone else gets inside? Will they go to the present?—No wait, children are constantly playing over there so that's a no, or else there'd be parents posting missing posters all around. But what if an adult does? My god this is giving me a headache, much more painful than preparing for a thesis report and exams.

"You alright, darling? We're almost there" William spoke.

"I'm fine" I groaned, still facing outside the window and digging my nails onto my skin, frustrated by the happenings.

After a few minutes, we arrived at a medium-sized house with light blue paint and large white windows. The front porch had a wooden swing and hanging plants while the yard was clean, full of flowers like white daisies and purple marigolds. There was also a garage just a few steps away from the main house. Whoa shit, that place is lovelier than what I always see in the present.

William got out of the car and opened my door. I stepped outside, feeling the cold breeze which made me shiver. He opened the backseat door and carried the sleeping Michael towards the door like a sack on his shoulder to grab his keys from his vest pocket. What the—What kind of parenting is this? The kid's gonna have a headache with all that blood rushing down to his head. Now I'm wondering where his wife might be.

Once the door finally opened, we headed inside. With me being the last to enter, I closed the door as gently as I can to not cause any disturbance. The inside was pitch black and I just stood still, afraid of hitting something. The only light I could see was the moonlight seeping from below the door. The sound of William's footsteps echoed on the wooden floors. At some point, he stopped and flipped the switch for the lights, temporarily blinding me.

Michael was still asleep, now laying on the beige sofa. Overall, the house had white paint and oak floors, along with a few scenery paintings of lakes and forests hanging on the staircase but I didn't see a picture of his wife or son, not even himself. The living room had a cozy and warm feeling, it had pots of plants on the side tables and a glass coffee table in front of the beige sofa. 

The kitchen had granite countertops and white cabinets. The fridge didn't have magnets, just plain silver. Near the staircase was a large dining table with orchids in the center. "Make yourself at home, love. I'll prepare dinner shortly" William ruffled his hair and went upstairs. It's been a very long time since I've been invited to someone's house. Only this time, I was unfortunately forced to, and not by my free will.