A Callused Crescendo | William Afton x Reader

chapter 1

"Fredbear's Family Diner" You silently read off to yourself as you pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. You sighed as you got out of your car, you weren't particularly excited for this interview. You hated food-service and much preferred retail work, but the small town of Hurricane, Utah was unsurprisingly lacking in shopping malls or department stores. You had quite a bit of managing experience under your belt, and knew that it should be easy to get this position here, at least until you could get back on your feet.

You were currently living out of a motel in the small town, and almost desperately searching for an apartment. The motel cost was eating away at your savings, and you knew that a job would at least slow that down a little bit while you searched.

You stared down your reflection as you approached the glass doors. You were dressed to impress, wearing a black suit, purple striped tie, and black slacks. You hoped you weren't overdressed, it wasn't like you were interviewing for any old waiter position. You were going to be the general manager, and you were expected to be a little more mature than the average employee.

You pushed open the doors and entered the establishment.

The place was obviously not open yet. A few disgruntled workers looked up at you from the tables they were cleaning. One spoke, "Uhhh... sir? We don't open until 10."

"Oh, I'm not a customer. I'm here to see Mr. Emily."

"Ah, well, his office is down the hall." The tired employee barely broke his cleaning stride.

"Er, thanks." You muttered as you started towards the hallway in the back. On your way, you passed by the stage. Two bright yellow animals peered down from their perch: a bear and a rabbit. They seemed to stare blankly after you as you passed by. Damn, those things gave you the creeps.

You headed down the hall, reading each door plaque to find out which one was Mr. Emily's. You passed by a faded door with the name "Afton" on it. You didn't pay much attention to it until a man suddenly slammed open the door and strode out, his long legs aiding in his speed. He brushed past you, barely muttering an "Excuse me" with a gravely English accent. You stared after him blankly and admired his purple suit as he walked away, it was your favorite color. But you were also wondering what the hell his problem was.

You shook your head and figured you would meet this man later. You knew you had this job in the bag already. From what you heard of Mr. Emily on the phone, you knew he was a friendly man and would help you out if you told him more of your situation. Though, you didn't know if you wanted to relive all of the detail just yet.

You finally found his office and gave a couple loud knocks. You heard a voice say "come in!" with some cheer.

You opened the door to a pretty disorganized office, but not unclean. Mr. Emily must have been the type to know exactly where everything was in what looked like a huge mess to you. His office was decorated with the typical office things, desk, chairs, filing cabinets, wall art, and random small decorative items. Lots of bears, you noticed. You figured that must've been his favorite animal, it was the restaurant's namesake, after all.

Mr. Emily gestured for you to sit down, and you did. You smiled and introduced yourself, resulting in a handshake, of course. You were pretty well-practiced with them at this point.

You took in Mr. Emily's features as you sat. He was handsome, in a way. He was chubby but not overly, almost like a dad-bod. His curly blond hair extended down to his curly beard. He wore an orange sweater vest over a white button up. Less dressed up than you, you realized. He almost reminded you of a bear himself, you supposed that made sense.

"So! Y/n, you're interviewing for our general manager position, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct, Mr. Emily."