Not Guilty // William Afton

forty two

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tw: gore (?), blood

William's POV

I wake up in my bed without my shirt and pants. My boxers were on, but even my socks were gone.

I was baffled for a moment, before realizing I took it all off because everything was bloody. Willow said she'd help me clean it in the morning, however the only issue is that Willow isn't here.

She fell asleep right next to me. And now she's gone.

I looked at the clock next to my bed.

3:14 AM

I stood from the bed, only to realize my vision is fuzzier than usual. It might be because it's actually 3 am and I just woke up.

I sloppily grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand, and wiped the crust from my eyes after crying to sleep in Willow's arms.

When I left the room, I noticed the faint light coming from under the bathroom door.

I approached it and lightly knocked. "Willow?" I called softly and tiredly.

"Hm?" her soft voice responded from inside.

I slowly twisted the knob on the door and pushed it open.

Willow was sitting on the edge of the tub. The inside was bloody water and soap, and my clothes had been inside.

She looked at me. Her eye bags had been raging and she seemed as if she hadn't slept in days. She was obviously beyond tired.

"What are you doing up?" She asked quietly.

"I could ask you the same." I rubbed my eyes from under my glasses and sat on top of the toilet seat.

She sighed. "I can't sleep. I just decided to clean them so they're ready for you tomorrow."

I placed my hand on her head. "You know I have way more of those. What's the real reason you're not asleep."

She shook her head and looked into the water. "Thinking."

"About?" I played with the frizz on her hair.

"What's happening to me? Why did I feel, absolutely fine when getting rid of him? Why was I not nauseous, or scared, but rather okay, and even finding a bit of humor in it?" her voice rasped.

"What did you do with him?" I asked.

"I.. dismembered him. It was the first thing that came to mind. Punctured his lungs and tossed him in the lake out back." she looked at me. "Listen to me. I chopped his fucking head off. And.. it didn't bother me."

I sighed. "Don't get yourself involved in my shit anymore. It could end up terribly one day."

She scoffed. "It might be a little too late for that."

I know. I'm sorry. It's my fault.

"But it's fine. I'd.. I'd do anything to help you." She looked at me with heavy eyes and a small smile.

And I'd do anything for you. How much I wish I could tell you that.

I smiled back and pushed my glasses up. "What does Maggie think of you constantly not being home?"

"She doesn't mind anymore. She has Jazmin constantly there now anyway. I'm not her mother to tell her what she can and can not do with that girl." She shrugged her shoulders.

I wish I put on some clothes before I came in here, I'm sitting here practically naked just with boxers on.

"You should head back to sleep dear." She pushed my hair to the side. "You look completely out of it."