Not Guilty // William Afton

forty three

tw: blood, cutting, slight nsfw

William's POV

The heavy sound of the suits parts shifted under me.

Willow and I had to stay at Freddy's today instead of Circus Baby's. But it's no problem for me, I missed this suit.

But it's after hours. Like we always do, we stayed. But this time, we're in the basement.

Willow wanted to hide somewhere in the basement, or basically run from me, while I was in the suit.

She wanted me to be as scary as possible, like she was my next victim and I couldn't let her get away.

"Oh Willow..." I dragged the suits heavy and mechanical finger through the cracks in the wall as the suits heavy footsteps made loud and suspenseful noises.

She wanted it to be scary. So I'll make it realistic.

I twirled the knife in my other hand as I turned a corner. The fluorescent basement lights flickered above me, adding to the suspense.

"I promise I'll get you out of here safely if you just.." I slammed a door open loudly where the room had only been lit by a nearly dead lightbulb. "LISTEN TO ME!"

I fucked with the voice box a little, so instead of it just being my regular voice, the voice box adds a little glitchy and robotic sound to it.

I heard a shift in the dark corner of the room where the lightbulb couldn't reach.

I slowly and heavily approached the dark corner with the sharp kitchen knife in my hand.

I wasn't gonna hurt her, of course. I could never. It's all fun and games.

But all of a sudden, the door slammed behind me and I heard footsteps running down the hallway. She managed to slip away from the corner. I suppose it was so dark.

I slowly walked out of the room and back into the hallway, where the fluorescent lights continued flickering eerily.

I wasn't going to chase her this time.

I slowly, and as quiet as I can unfortunately be with all the parts clinking with every step, I carefully backed myself into a storage closet and shut it after me.

Long minutes go by, and not a sound from the other side. That is, until.

Willow sighed down the hall. "Did he give up?"

She tiredly panted as she slowly walked down the hall, most likely making an attempt to find me instead just to run. Oh but little did she know.

Willow stopped in front of the storage closet. I could hear the small clicks and clacks of her bracelets as she looked at the time.

"1:42 AM." she sighed again. She continued walking down the hall, the thought of me being closer than she realizes not even crossing her mind.

With my grin hidden behind the bunny head, I slowly pushed the door open. This door was extremely silent. Good on my part.

I could hear her quietly mumbling something to herself as I quietly approached her, the knife in my hand raging with power though it knew it's purpose was not to hurt her.

The shadow of the bunny's ears began appearing above her shadow, making it seem as if she was the one wearing bunny ears. And she must have noticed, because her walking became slower and unsure and my walking synchronized with her pace.

She finally came to a stop. I watched her hands slowly ball into a fist, as if this was a real life situation and she was ready to fight.

She stared at the bunny ears in her shadow.