You wake up on hard ground, sitting up against a wall. Opening your dry eyes you see a man standing at a workbench. "What the actual fuck." You mumble, rubbing your eyes. The man in front of you jumps and turns around quickly. "Blimey, you're awake". His words bring you into realization, You didn't know where in the hell you were.
You stand up quick and check your surroundings, about to hyperventilate and topple over you push yourself up against a wall to support yourself. "D-don't touch me." You shout at him. "Shut up, " He whispers while his large hand covers your mouth, "I'm just as confused as you are, After all you did appear out of thin air about an hour ago." Glancing at the small clock on the wall you catch a glimpse of the calendar, "May 14th, 1984"
"What you do mean out of thin air?" You say steadying your breath. " Wot? Oh well I don't know.." You look him dead in the eyes. "Where am I." "Hurricane Utah." How in the world did you end up in Utah. You look at the man again, He looks familiar. "What's your name?" You ask quietly. "William. William Afton"
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." You stare in disbelief. "Wot."
You adjust to the lighting and capture your knowledge, Then a light bulb goes off in your head. "I know your secret." You say with a cockish tone. "Oh yeah? And wots that?" he says folding his arms together. "You've killed three kids." You say with a smile, His face goes white. " Get that shit eating grin off your face, And only one.." Looking at the calendar once more you fact-check yourself. "Oh I guess so.. But if you don't want this little secret to reach the public you've got to lend me a place to live."
"Alright, But I've got two kids of my ow-" You shush him and put your finger on his lips and his cheeks flush pink. " I know, I know."
" Do you think you could get me a job here as well?" "Probably, Wot position you hoping for?" You didn't give shit what position you got, you just needed a job. "Anything works."
"Okay, Then go through the back door and wrap around to the front. After that, say that your here for me." Easy enough. "Alright." He led you to the back door through the roomy hallway while pushing you forward with his hand on your lower back, giving you chills when he first touched you with his cold hands. You could get used to this.
YOU ARE READING
Hard Love (william/daveXreader) blueycapsules btw
Romance!!fem reader!!(she, her, hers) NO SMUT YOU HOOLIGANS anyways, You sit on the couch reading a comic from your computer when a package arrives at your door but it seems out of the ordinary, perhaps too much.
