Metanoia...William Afton

Prologue

The muffled sound of kids screaming and playing from the other room was pelting against Y/N's eardrums, driving her mad. She was currently at Freddy Fazbear's pizza with her best friend, Jeremy Fitzgerald. She and Jeremy have been friends since Y/N was born, Jeremy being a year older. At 25 and 26 the two are often mistaken for lovers instead of best friends.

Being Jeremy's best friend, Y/N helped Jeremy with whatever he needed. And today's task was wrapping silverware at Freddy Fazbear's. Jeremy is a waiter at Freddy's, he has been since high school. Y/N usually enjoyed being at the pizzeria, but not when she has to work.

She isn't even employed there.

But there she was, sitting in the back room with Jeremy, wrapping silverware in napkins. The boss doesn't care when Y/N helps Jeremy with things, she's done it before. One time, a few years ago, Y/N had to help Jeremy scrape burnt pizza from the ceiling.

She never knew how it got there.

From burnt pizza mishaps that defy gravity, to bubblegum inside the animatronics teeth, Y/N has seen it all at Freddy's.

"So then I said, 'Who the hell doesn't like sourdough?!' and then he got all pissed off as if I was wrong! I'm not wrong! Sourdough is incredible." Jeremy exclaims, finishing telling Y/N a story about he and his cousins arguing about bread.

Y/N laughs and continues wrapping silverware next to Jeremy, who was doing the same thing. Jeremy talked a lot, but it helped pass the time.

"Honestly, I have no opinion on sourdough. But I'll support you 100% of the way Jere." Y/N shakes her head playfully at him. Jeremy leans back in his chair, "And this is why you're my best friend."
Y/N nodded, "Damn straight."

More time passes, and more silverware gets prepared. Y/N's hands ache from the repeated motion of folding napkins around forks and spoons. They were almost done with their tedious task.

"So, any thoughts on tangerines?" Jeremy says randomly, making Y/N furrow her eyebrows. "That's...a random question." She laughs and shoves him, "But really, I have no opinion on tangerines either."
"Damn, you're really boring," Jeremy deadpanned.
"But yet," Y/N quickly defends herself, "you still love me dearly,"

Jeremy narrows his eyes, playfully tapping Y/N's nose with a spoon. "You know I do. Speaking of love, I have to go take a shit. Can you finish the silverware?"
Y/N, not understanding at all what love has to do with taking a dump, nodded slowly. "Jeremy, you confuse me."

He clicks his tongue at her, "That's my goal in life," he leaves to go to the bathroom. 

Y/N was now alone in the back room, continuing her silverware duties. The dull hum of the air conditioner was the only noise in the room. It was peaceful. Y/N recognizes Jeremy's gift of never being able to stop talking comes in handy, but sometimes peace and quiet is what she needs.

The door to the backroom suddenly opens and Y/N assumed it would be Jeremy. But as she craned her neck to look at the person, she realizes it wasn't Jeremy at all. It was somebody she didn't know.  He wasn't the boss, the boss was named Mr. Emily. Not to mention Mr. Emily and this man didn't bare any resemblance in the slightest.

The man was skinny, he had a carved face with pale skin. He almost resembled a Greek statue in that way. Long story short, he looked nothing like the jolly Mr. Emily.

"Hello sir, can I help you?" Y/N finally said, tilting her head.

The man glares down at her and leans against the wall, his eyes were a cunning silver. He looked tired as well, he had dark circles under his eyes.
"Yes," he stated, his chilling British accent made Y/N jump a little. She didn't expect him to be British. "where is Jeremy?" He asked simply.

"Oh, he went to the restroom." Y/N smiles slightly at the man. "Is there anything I can help you with? I'm Jeremy's friend, I help him out around here a lot."
The man shakes his head, "That won't be necessary, I needed to discuss his schedule for next week."

"Alright then, sorry," Y/N finally finished wrapping the silverware.
"Why are you sorry? There's no need to be," He asked simply, catching Y/N off guard. She didn't even realize she apologized, it was just a habit.
"Well, I wanted to help," Y/N shrugs gently, standing up from her chair.

The man watched her get up, he was still leaning against the wall as he did so.
"You did help, look at all that silverware," He nodded towards the finished box of wrapped silverware. "Thank you."

Y/N looks up at him and smiles slightly, "Oh it was nothing, Jeremy asked for my help, I couldn't say no to him."
"Really?" The man had a twinge of a smile on his lips, "How nice. It is much appreciated."

Y/N nodded slightly. "Well I gotta get going, have a good day," Y/N slinks by him and walks out of the backroom. She would text Jeremy later, but she wanted to leave. She felt a little uneasy with that stranger. Not that she was judging him or making unfair assumptions, but she felt strange.

He seemed nice enough. Y/N did feel a little bad judging him, but she can't help it. She's socially awkward enough, but being in a cramped backroom with a stranger, a man at that, who looked older than her. Yeah, that made her a little uneasy.

Y/N has always been like that though. Ever since she was a child her parents taught her "Stranger Danger". Even in her adulthood she's cautious, some call it her best trait, some call it stupid, Jeremy says it's uncalled for. But Y/N can't help it.

This man was different though. His presence made her skin tingle, when he walked into the backroom the room got cold, and not to mention his silver colored eyes. They resembled the eyes of a fox, the kind of eyes that pierce through you.

The more Y/N thought about the man the more she got a bad taste in her mouth. Either way, she didn't want to be around him again.