Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

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(William's POV) (A few minutes before the opening)

I was inside the Parts & Service Room, trying to adjust my suit's springlocks. My hands felt numb and cold, so I decided to take a break. I heard from Henry that Vanessa's back after reconciling with her family. How wonderful it must be to repair a bond

I exited the room and glanced at the three animatronics on stage. Others might see a friendly, singing bear, an upbeat rabbit, and an innocent chicken but in my eyes, all I see are outraged souls inside of them. I was surprised how Foxy directly talked to (Y/N) in the daytime yesterday. When I checked his voice box, nothing was out of the ordinary. Vanessa never included that voice line, not even Henry. 

She's a strange person but I was amazed at how fast her reflexes were when she was repairing the fox animatronic. A normal person could have refused or run away in terror, but she didn't. Vanessa couldn't even handle Foxy because of his malfunctioning motors. Damn brat.

While walking on the checkered corridors, I passed by the dead ball pit. I recalled what (Y/N) said about something beyond it. To my curiosity, I went over and pushed the plastic objects aside but only found a gray net beneath. Nonetheless, there is something in this ball pit that always draws her attention, but what could it be?

I sighed and stepped outside of the play area. When I left the room, I saw Henry and (Y/N) outside of the pizzeria. I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but Henry has this wondering look while (Y/N) looked... downhearted. What are they talking about out there?

Since when did I become so overly concerned? This was out of character. While ruffling my hair, I think back to the moment inside the car. She had this... scared look etched on her face. I wanted to find out what happened while I was gone but I called her out for trying to lie. I didn't mean to raise my voice at her, and that's certainly a bad move on my side.

If there is something I hate, it's lying. She could have just told me the truth, why hide it?

Ever since she arrived here, I could immediately tell she was trying to avoid me. Her gazes are always in another direction, it was like she knew about something she shouldn't have. In truth, she knows that I tried to murder the child named "Noah". Everything went exactly as planned but she intervened. I never expected a woman to pin me down to the ground and hold a knife against my throat to the point she almost killed me with a springlock failure.

I'm wary of (Y/N), she has the ability to kill and has fast reflexes to do it. The day when I confirmed my suspicion about the death of Cassidy's father, her eyes widened. Throwing a crank tool in her direction was an accident. It's all because of these voices inside my head. Haunting me whenever they could.

I could also tell that she was rattled when the tool hit the wall, leaving a crack in the gray paint. However, I didn't know that she had a hidden knife behind her back.

The feeling of getting pricked by the shining metal was painful but for the first time, I felt intimidated. I'm still shocked by it, and I could barely sleep a wink last night because of her. Other than that, I could hear indistinct sobs and mumbles from her room, then Michael mentioned a while ago that he saw her crying when she opened the door. Her eyes were red when I spotted her as well.

(Y/N) might look sweet and lonesome on the outside but inside, she's destructive and dangerous. At the same time, she reminds me of... Clara. She acts like her sometimes, especially when tending to children. But at the same time, they're on a different level. Every time she reminded me of her, this emptiness inside me becomes more hollow, bit by bit. But I'm not going to kill her, it's either I can't or not yet, I'm not certain. A part of me keeps telling me not to because I might regret it. Me? Regret a murder? Never.