Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15: ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ]彡

==== Timeskip: 8:33 PM =====

I was fiddling with the ends of my hair while Michael was sitting beside me, staring blankly at the ceiling while whistling. Now that the motel I was staying in is closed, where am I supposed to go now? Ah well, I'm used to walking alone at night anyway. William confidently acknowledges that he is the only serial killer in this town so less likely to encounter another lunatic like the hoodie guy, but I'm not going to be relieved by that because I'm literally in his house right now.

From beside me, I heard Michael sigh loudly and stand up. He grabbed the remote from the glass table and pressed the power button on the television, then collapsed back to the couch. The first thing I saw was a news channel, showing a dead man lying in the street. It was the same man from yesterday.

"Wait, that's... Cassidy's dad"

Cassidy? Isn't that one of William's victims?

"The poor man already lost Cassidy, who could have done this?" Michael grunted with his fists clenched tightly. I could feel nervousness rising in my throat but deep down, I knew that his blood is on my hands. It's something that can't be washed away or undone.

Yσυ ʂҽҽ ɯԋαƚ ყσυ'ʋҽ ԃσɳҽ...?

Yσυ ԃιԃ ƚԋιʂ!

A voice whispered in my ear, it was the teenage girl from the alley. I ruffled my hair in frustration and covered both of my ears as the voice started getting louder and louder. The ringing accompanied by their ghostly voices has been driving me mad for years.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" Michael turned in my direction.

"I'm alright, my ears are just ringing"

Michael's eyes were filled with worry. He lowered the volume of the television and switched the channel to a cartoon show. "Is the volume okay?" he asked. Awww... the volume wasn't even loud to begin with.

I smiled at his thoughtfulness. "It's okay, thank you"

I exhaled and took off my hands covering my ears. I relaxed and leaned on the back of the beige sofa while watching the television. Amidst the cartoon show playing, several knocks were heard. I turned around and saw William knocking on the wooden doorframe in the kitchen with a grin on his face.

"Dinner's ready," he said.

Michael and I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. William had prepared three plates of creamy carbonara topped with parsley with three glasses of orange juice on the side. I have to admit, they look like that small-yet-expensive food in restaurants but finally a full meal. I felt my stomach grumble just by looking at it. If I were a cartoon character, I'd have that star eyes with running drool on my chin.

At the right side of the table, there was a singular plate and Michael slumped down in front of it. On the other hand, the left side had two plates. William pulled one of the chairs beside him and gestured for me to sit down. This is just great...

I hesitantly sat right next to William who looked amused by my reaction. Does literally everything I do that amusing? Michael raised his eyebrow in confusion but minded his own business afterwards. "Tell me if you like it love" he smiled. I nodded and picked up my fork, now swirling my utensil on the carbonara, and took a bite.

Oh my god, this is delicious...

I felt myself smile in contentment. "Your face says it all darling, I'm glad you like it" William flashed a genuine smile. For a moment, I forgot my problems and frustrations. The voices were quiet and I'm here, finally eating a good meal after two days.