Purple Rain | William Afton x Reader

Prologue

This has to be a joke.

You stared up into pale eyes, clutching the straps of your bag so tightly, that your knuckles turned white. Those damn eyes, that haunted you over a year ago. And now they were here, in your reality; where they obviously didn't belong.

-Long time no see, old friend . - His voice sent shivers down your spine. It was cold and malicious, as if instead of a pleasant greeting, he was actually saying "I will rip your head off and play football with it".

He looked older than the last time you saw him – a couple of grey strands were visible in his hair. He was also skinnier, the bones in his face more defined. The man looked worn, and tired, but it was him – the first William. The one you failed to kill. You were sure of it.

You continued staring, frozen in place, mouth trying to form words. Yet, no sound came out of you. Your tiny little brain couldn't understand how a fictional character was standing right before you. He was just a video game character. And you were real.

-Are you gonna take the coffee? You're blocking the line. - The annoyed barista's voice broke you out of your trance.

Still keeping eye contact, your hand shot to the side and fished around for the cup of coffee. You almost knocked over said cup, as the back of your hand collided with it. Luckily, the barista, clearly done with whatever was going on between his two customers, shoved it into your sweaty palm.

-Next, please! - He shouted, and you backed away.

You continued backing away, keeping eye contact with William at all times. Part of you was hoping that he was just another hallucination – a remnant of the simulation, still stuck in your head. But no matter how many people passed between you, or how far you got, he remained. The cold stare bore itself into your skull, as you finally reached the door. You opened it with your back, and stumbled outside. Immediately, you power-walked away in a random direction; anything to get away from that man.

-Damn crackheads... - The barista mumbled, taking another order.

You half-jogged through the dreary streets of Detroit, clutching your bag like an old lady seeing a group of teenagers nearby. The paper cup threatened to fold under your grip, the coffee in it untouched.

The air was cold today. So cold in fact, that you had to put on your gloves, that were shoved in your coat's pocket. You tugged on its collar, trying to keep warm.

The industrial warehouse you were supposed to clean up was within walking distance. Though, that was the last thing that occupied your mind.

It was him. In the flesh. There was no denying it – everyone saw him, just as well as you did. William Afton managed to worm his way into another dimension; your dimension. And worst of all? It was all your doing. You cringed, remembering how you carelessly gave out crucial information, while being desperate for something as stupid as nutting. You could have just rubbed one out on a different occasion, but no. You just had to give him instructions how to travel through dimensions.

This was for sure not your last run-in with him. Furthermore, the revelation of him becoming real brought up so many questions – why was he here, of all places? Did he want something from you? What did he want from you? You no longer had access to the simulation. You were just a normal, mortal person. Those little administrator powers were stripped off you the moment your mind settled back in its body. You were useless to him here...

Breathing heavily, you stood in front of the old warehouse, double-checking the address on your phone. Focusing on your job was proving to be nearly impossible, given what you experienced mere moments ago.