It's Just Us, Love [William Afton x Male Reader]

one

      The weekly newspaper sat on my front porch getting soaked by the early morning rain. I grabbed it and hurried back inside, shivering from the late Febuary breeze.

        I don't know why, but ever since I first moved out, I always read the newspaper from the last page to the first page to give the lesser headlines on there a chance to catch my attention. I guess I just feel bad for everything that's not on the front page?

      When I opened the newspaper and flipped it over, something immediately caught my attention.

      Freadbear's Family Diner
      Help Wanted!
      All shifts and fulltime jobs available.     starting at $13!
      $750 bonus sign on reward!

      I looked with surprise at how much they paid for full timers. That's just the starting price?? Jesus! After a few years, I could be making, like, a good $20 an hour!

      You quickly looked at the address and drove over.

~~~time skip bc I'm a lazy excuse for an author ahahaha~~~

      I arrived at Fredbear's with a smile on my face. I walked over to the front door and went over to the front counter next to the entrance.

      There was a short, somewhat chubby man behind the counter. He looked very friendly.

     "Hi, um-" you stutter, "I saw the ad on the newspaper that you guys were hiring. I was wondering if maybe I could get an interview?"

      "Sure!" The man smiled. "I'm Henry Emily, nice to meet you!"

      "[Name] [Lastname]! Nice to meet you too!"

      "Follow me! I'll have my friend interview you!"

      You nodded and followed Henry to a slightly cramped hallway. There were 3 rooms in the hallway: a parts and service room and 2 offices.

      Henry knocks on the door that says "AFTON" in all capital letters.

      The office was a cluttered mess. Papers were everywhere. Sitting in the room was a half asleep man. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

      "William?" Henry asked.

      William jolted awake. "Yeah?" He asked.

      "There's someone interested in a job here. Could you interview him while I'm in the kitchen?"

      "Hm? Yeah, sure."

      Henry left the room and the man signaled me to have a seat. He had beautiful grey/blue eyes and a scruffy 5'oclock shadow.

       "Hi," the man introduced himself, "I'm William Afton. Nice to meet you. Let's go ahead and get started."

      He had a slight British accent that mesmerized me.

      William looked for a paper on his cluttered desk.

      "Found it." He said. "Sorry about that."