Painted With Blood || William Afton X Reader

Symphony Of Destruction

Note:

Graphic depictions of guns in a sexual context towards the end. If guns are triggering to you, this may not be for you.

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The late afternoon sun streams in through the window to cast a warm glow of light into William's office. He sits alone at his desk, squinting as the harsh brightness of his computer screen starts to tire his eyes. A cup of lukewarm black coffee accompanies him at his desk, but he hasn't taken a sip or even looked away from the screen for hours. He stopped keeping track of time after the fourth hour at the computer.

The satellite map images on the screen stare back at him as he scans the area, looking for a place.

The perfect place.

A smirk slowly creeps across his lips as something catches his eye.

An isolated lake just outside of town. Far away enough to feel confident, but not far away enough to raise too many suspicions.

He focuses on the area, letting his eyes scan over the dirt paths that lead up to the dark blue lake and feeling a slight rush from the pleasant lack of street lights. The smirk on his face becomes a sickening smile as he notices there aren't any houses for miles, either. He feels a jolt of something unfamiliar surge through his bones just from wondering what it'll look like at night.

To William, it's perfect.

No overly-friendly townspeople to interrupt him and no street lights shining down to light the way as the long night ahead unfolds.

He leans back in his chair and releases a sigh from his chest, content with the fact that the depths of the lake can also swallow what remains, if all goes according to plan.

William opens one of the drawers at his desk and pulls out a small notepad along with his favorite pen. He eagerly rests his hand on the mouse and clicks on a small area of land right at the edge of the lake, bringing up the exact coordinates.

With a swift motion of his steady hand, the pen effortlessly transfers the coordinates shown on the computer screen onto a blank sheet of paper in his notepad. He takes pride in his elegant handwriting as he gazes down at the string of numbers and letters carved onto the white page in black ink.

37°06'24"N 113°21'55"W

William feels his veins ignite with a corrupt form of excitement the more he looks at the page. He taps his index finger against the desk while thinking about how good it'll feel to enter the coordinates into his car's GPS.

After he makes a quick stop first, of course.

A slight sinking sensation in his chest takes over as he silently acknowledges the fact that he should be ashamed of himself.

But this new feeling of exhilaration just feels too good to be ashamed.

He stands up and picks up the black leather jacket that had been resting on the back of his chair. It's always been a favorite of his, but he rarely wears it.

However, tonight is a very special occasion.

The soft, buttery leather allows the jacket to fit itself to his body like a glove as he drapes it around the back of his broad shoulders and puts it on.

William tears the page with the coordinates out of the notepad before folding it a few times and placing it in the pocket of his jacket. He looks at his phone on the desk and smirks to himself as he leaves the room without it. The last thing he needs tonight is a cell phone tracking his every move.