Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Priest AU

Okay a couple things! One, Afton is a priest in this, but he's horrible. Secondly, I am a Christian (kind of a sloppy one obviously) but I do believe in God, so this isn't going to be about disrespecting the lord or any religions and I don't want that in the comments... thank you! Without further adue, lets read about Afton getting slammed by the Devil, who, in this story, is *drumroll* Scott. Of course.

Also this Afton is based particularly based off of the lovely @lord_forneus.1103 on insta.

"And may you go in peace." Afton finished as the people were already getting up to leave. If there's one thing he hates more than speaking for over an hour, it was speaking for over an hour at nine o'clock at night. He was brutally exhausted and he had begun to lose hope that the people would ever stop asking him question and bombarding him with prayer requests. Though it was sweet of them to have so much faith in him, there's no way they could possibly believe that he could solve their problems by himself.

Going back behind the main sanctuary, Afton was greeted with the small confines of his office. There was a bible on the corner of his desk, covered in sticky notes and highlights. A cross hung on the wall above his door, which was adjacent from his desk. One whole wall consisted of a bookshelf filled with books older than Afton himself (which isn't that old, but old enough).

Crossing the room in only a couple steps, he flopped backwards into his chair, allowing it to roll back and hit the wall. He groaned as he let his eyes close for the first time in ages. He was growing sick of this. Being a pastor, strangely enough, is quickly diminishing his love for Christianity. It's turning out to seem more like a job than a lifestyle, and he was too strained to keep up anymore. But he would, it was no use in quitting now, besides, what do pastors do if they quit pastoring? Golf?

He groaned and ran his hands though his hair, arching his back off the seat. His spine cracked all the way up to his neck and he huffed.

"I need a chiropractor..." He mumbled and rolled back under his desk, making little shuffle motions with his feet. He felt like he was being choked by the collar of his robes and he tugged at it with a finger, grimacing lightly. He reached across the desk and grabbed a miniature binder. It was small and black and filled with sermons, all hand written. "Let's see... I have a Wednesday service coming up soooo..." He said out loud and started humming softly to himself as he flipped through the pages.

There was a sudden thump and Afton's head snapped up. He looked towards the door, and noticed his cross was no longer hanging above the frame. He frowned and stood up, walking carefully over to where it lie upside down on the carpet.

"How did you...?" Afton started, stooping over to pick it up. He held it in his left hand and looked up at the wall, the nail was still in place. The only way it could have come off was if-

A shiver ran down his sides and he shook his head, suddenly not feeling so alone anymore. He wasn't fond of the feeling.

Walking back to his desk, he grabbed his keys, set the cross down, and left the office. The sanctuary was dark and there was still smoke coming from the faint embers in the chancel candles. He quickly made his way down the central isle to the back doors and exited. The night air greeted him. Cicadas sang loudly from the trees and the bushes rustled gently with the breeze. He sighed and looked up at the full moon, his heart finally slowing in his chest from his mini adrenaline rush. Walking out to the overgrown gravel parking lot, he clicked his key fob. His car light's lit up and in that moment, he noticed another car there as well. A 1960's Chevy Impala sat lurking in the corner, seemingly empty.

Afton stared, finding himself incapable of moving, it was as if he were frozen. He'll boldly say frozen in fear, as his heart rate was picking up again. Suddenly, something brushed past his hips. He moved, then, and shivered. Whatever it was became a pressing forced against him. It felt as though someone were gripping his hips, crushing his pelvis. He groaned, struggling, but was incapable of moving away now. He was fighting something completely invisible.