Not Guilty // William Afton

forty one •

get your tissues.

also, every single time an important event happens i'll add a • next to it.

tw: suicide mention, schizophrenia mention, abuse mention, blood, death mention

William's POV

Willow pulled me into a hug, when she kissed the side of my head deeply. She pat my back and let me go.

"Goodnight Will." She said softly.

I only let out a sigh before leaving my office.

I kept myself calm, yet I felt the rage inside of me building up. I wanted to break everything. Willow should have just let me die.

"Why are you still here?" a little one spoke to me.

I stopped and looked around.

I'm not at Freddy's anymore. These robots have not killed anyone yet. Why am I still hearing these children? Why! For fucks sake!

'If you had just finished the job, you would have been able to speak to your mother again instead of him. Why would you let him have it?'

I stood in the middle of the dark room and my breathing quickened like a mad man. Has this room always been so small and hot?

There were still a few lights on in small corners, but to me, every second my vision was getting darker. Like when you're in a nightmare, and you're running in broad daylight, but it starts getting darker and darker by the second and whatever's chasing you is getting closer.

Except this wasn't a nightmare. This was real life.

I looked down at the blood on my hands with whatever vision I had left.

I just killed my father. I didn't even give him a chance to redeem himself.

I, I kill people. Innocent people, for fun. I don't even feel bad for them, I feel bad for myself. I'm no better than he ever was. I tried to be something better than him, but I only became him.

'Jesus Christ, standing there and beginning to cry only makes you look like a wimp. Aren't we supposed to be the children here?'

In the distance, somewhere behind me, I could only hear the sounds of Willow working to get rid of him.

'Look what you've done. You've turned her into you."

I began slowly backing up further into the room, when my ankle hit the bottom of a booth and caused me to fall back.

I tightly shut my eyes and gulped, wanting this entire night to be over. It only gets worse and worse. I only get more fucked and fucked.

'Are you just gonna sit there and begin to cry? What a fucking crybaby. Go ahead, go join your father!'

I harshly covered my ears and groaned between my teeth.

"That's enough already. Stop tormenting him." The soft voice of a lady said.

I opened my eyes and looked up, slowly removing my hands from my ears. I couldn't see anyone for a moment, before I noticed a lady that seemed about 30 approaching me.