• Partners in Crime • Blueycapsules William Afton/Dave Miller x Nonbinary Reader

Chapter 4

You were finishing up a party and taking all the dirty paper plates to the garbage that the young kids had left behind. Gross, but atleast they had a nice birthday.

When you walked back to the main room, you saw Cassidy screaming at her brothers. Her hair was let down and in her hand, she held her dark purple hair ties.

You ran over to her.

"Cass, what happened?" You asked.

"These idiots ruined my hair!" She yelled, pointing at the two.

"I could fix your hair for you, come sit up on the stage with me." You suggested.

You strolled over to the stage and lifted yourself onto it. Right next to you, was the one and only William Afton working on Chica. Patting the seat next to you, you offered it to Cassidy to sit up on.

She hesitantly walked over and sat next to you.

"Oi, what 're you two doing?" William spat.

"Relax, you don't have to be near us if you hate our company so much." You taunted.

William clutched the wrench in his hand and groaned, annoyed with you both.

You and Cassidy silently giggle in response.

"Turn your head." You asked. Cassidy complied.

She handed you the hair ties and you began braiding her long, ginger hair. You hummed the tune to "Que Sera, Sera" as you did so. Twisting her hair and tieing the end on one braid, you began to move onto the other side of her head. You grabbed the clump of hair but were quickly interrupted.

"Would you cut that out!?" William yelled.

Cassidy turned around and stuck her tongue out at him.

William's face turned red with rage.

"I'll hit you o'er the head with my spanner, knock it off!" He raised the metal tool in his hand in the threatening motion.

"Whatever Mr. Purple guy." You teased him with a nickname regarding his almost fully purple outfit.

He threw the tool down harshly and stormed off the stage to the back room.

"That man cannot take a joke if his life depended on it." You laughed.

Cassidy laughed along with you as you finished braiding her hair.

"Thanks Y/N!" She said before running off.

William eventually came back to continue working on Chica, you stayed put on the stage.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead and looked around the restaurant, counting everyone under your breath.

"4...5...6..."

"What 're you doing?" William asked.

"Counting." You continued.

"Why?" He took his eyes off Chica and looked at you.

You looked back. "I'm not sure honestly, just a thing I kinda do. I wanna make sure my cousins are safe as well."

William tilted his head like a cat and smirked. "Doesn't seem like your methods work very well considering the first day we met after you barged into the restaurant looking for the brats you lost."

He turned back to work on Chica again. "Just seems like more of a hassle to me that anything though.

You frowned in response. "You have no idea what it's like looking after three kids."

"Oh yeah!?" He stood up. "I have three-er uhm- two of my own!"

"You have kids? Well I didn't know that. I didn't even force that bit of information out of you to get to know more about you."

"Are you coming onto me!?" He stood back, almost in disgust.

"No! Did you hear anything I just said!? Do you know what a friend is, Afton!?"

"Well I don't want to be your friend." He sat back down and crossed his arms.

"Fine by me." You crossed yours too in response.

You stared at eachother for a good 25 seconds before William spoke up.

"Well, we're going to be working together and if you're going to keep pestering me, we might as well have a title."

He held his hand out infront of you.

"Enemies?" He smirked at you.

You gave an evil-type smile back before grabbing his hand firmly and shaking it.

"Enemies."

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You did talk to William for awhile, sharing all the things you like to do and then William almost immediately telling you your interests were stupid.

You could tell he was joking...you think... so maybe he does have some sense of humor.

Though he did get pretty upset when I mentioned his greasy hair.

You did learn about his son Michael and his daughter Elizabeth. He couldn't tell you much else about them if he tried, he didn't seem to know anything about his own kids. I bet he didn't even know how old they were.

"Oh you took the bandaid off." You noticed the red scar on his forehead.

"Oh-uh yeah." He rubbed the scar lightly.

"Don't rub it, it's still healing." You grabbed his wrist gently. Your eyes moved from the scar to his face, where light pink blush spread across it.

You realized how close you had gotten and backed up.

"S-sorry!" You let go of his wrist. You two sat in silence, looking anywhere else but eachother.

William then cleared his throat obnoxiously and stood up. "Welp! I should-uhm get going!"

But before you could say anything, he hopped off the stage and ran out off the main room.

You sighed and rested your head and your hand. That was weird, you thought. Light blush dusted your cheeks, but you were unaware of it. It was a strange feeling, did you want to spend time with him or push him down the stairs? Almost a mix of both it seemed.