Metanoia...William Afton

Chapter 2. Soda Froth

"Jeremy you have a lot of explaining to do."

Y/N was at Jeremy's apartment sitting on the couch with him. Jeremy was laying down with his legs across Y/N's lap lazily. She had came over to drop his apron off and Jeremy invited her to stay for awhile. Y/N was happy to do so, because she needed answers from Jeremy.

"How did your creepy manager know my name?" she continued her rant, Jeremy was carelessly listening. She had been ranting about this ever since she got to his house.
"Y/N I told you, all my bosses know who you are." Jeremy says nonchalantly. 

"But I've never met this guy!" Y/N retorted quickly.
"Y/N calm down-" Jeremy tried, but got interrupted by Y/N once more.
"I've never once even talked to Mr. Afton! I've talked to Mr. Cawthon, Mr. Emily, but never this weirdo." she crossed her arms in a huff while Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows.

"Mr. Afton? He's new, he was the manager of another store but got moved here. He's only worked here for about 3 weeks." Jeremy bites his lip, he knew he had never told Mr. Afton Y/N's name.

"See! How the fuck did he know then, eh? Explain that, Jere," Y/N knew she was overreacting, but it was strange, and Mr. Afton himself was strange. He gave her weird vibes, and his eyes were so alluring, not to mention his carved features. He looked beautiful, but that's the problem. If he was a weirdo, you would never be able to tell. That's what makes him all the more haunting.

"I..." Jeremy attempted to find a reason, any reason, that Mr. Afton knew Y/N's name. "Maybe he knows you! Maybe you guys have talked and you don't remember..?"
"Oh cut the bullshit Jeremy! I've only known about this guy since yesterday. I would remember a face like his."

Jeremy looks down, then slowly nods.
"Yeah...that's all I could come up with." Jeremy gets up from his position on the couch and sighs, "Well, however he knows your name, he knows. It's not like you can change it. I'm gonna grab a soda. You want one?" Jeremy headed to the kitchen.

"Sure..." Y/N mumbled. She was still uneasy about all of this. What was it about this random man that creeped her out so much?

"Heads up!" Suddenly a cold metal can hits the back of Y/N's head, making her yelp.
"Fuck! What the hell?!" She looks back at Jeremy as if he was crazy. The metal can falling between her leg and the couch cushion.
"You said you wanted a soda," Jeremy shrugs, "Fazbear's has the fastest delivery in town! You can't deny that." he says in a cheesy tone as he plops next to Y/N, holding a can of soda in his own hand.

"Yeah, when it comes to delivering pizza. Not giving people blunt force trauma." Y/N deadpanned as she opens her soda. The soda began to froth out of the can rapidly. The carbonated bubbles spilling all over her thighs.

"S-Shit!" She squeaks at the sensation against her bare legs and stands up quickly. "Great going, you shook up the can." Y/N groans and goes to fetch paper towels, sitting her soda can on the coffee table in front of her.

"The fastest delivery in town comes at a price, my dear friend." Jeremy clicks his tongue.
"Oh shut up," Y/N called from the kitchen, hurriedly coming back with paper towels.

She wipes her legs, then the floor where most of the spillage went to. Y/N's joints crack as she gets on her knees to scrub the sticky liquid in front of her. Jeremy sitting there unphased, not bothering to help clean.

"Jeremy, can I tell you something?" Y/N looks at him flat-faced.
"Yeah?"
"I fucking hate you."
"Aww you're so sweet, thank you," Jeremy replies with a smile, making Y/N roll her eyes.

So so sorry for the short chapter guys, I'm in the middle of switching schools and everything has been super hectic lately. I'm trying to get back into writing as much as I can.
Much love, Author <3.