Purple Rain | William Afton x Reader

Emotional rollercoaster

You were sat at the kitchen table, gripping a mug of lukewarm tea, staring at a person you considered to be a fictional character. Furthermore, this was a bad person. Bad person . That's not enough to describe him – a psychopathic child abuser was a more appropriate name for him.

Speaking of child abuse.

-Wait, if you're here, then who's taking care of your kids? - You asked, slightly concerned for them. Sure, maybe you didn't like kids, but you didn't want to see any of them hurt.

William raised an eyebrow. - Oh? They're dead. - He shrugged nonchalantly. He didn't even care that his own kids were dead.

Your eyes widened, and your jaw hung open. - Wait, even Michael? - You knew about the other two dying in the game's story, but Michael died much further in the lore; after his father's death.

It was William's turn to be confused. He mouthed the name, as if he knew it from somewhere, but couldn't remember where. You couldn't believe what you were seeing – he forgot about one of his children existing.

-Your eldest son?

-Oh, I remembered! - He exclaimed, resuming his nonchalant demeanor. - I'm sure he's fine. - He waved a hand dismissively, as you stared at him in shock.

He really forgot about his own son. And he didn't even care that he left him all alone, possibly underage, and without any answers as to where his father went.

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your disgust for the man. If you wanted him out of your house, you had to get to the topic at hand. You were going to speedrun all the dimensions' summaries.

-Uh, whatever... - You looked up. He only stared at you intently, probably waiting for you to tell an engaging story. - Well, don't freak out but I feel like this is very important context for the story... In this world you're a fictional character.

You expected William to freak out. You expected him to ask questions, or maybe just give you a confused look. But he remained stoic. He looked at you, like you said the most obvious thing ever. If someone told you that you were a fictional character, you would be freaking out. Mostly from the amount of porn that people draw of said characters.

-I am aware. - He sipped his tea, looking at you and waiting for more.

-Okay... - For now, you decided to not inquire how exactly he knew that. That was a long conversation for later, and you didn't exactly want to spend the whole night talking to him. - Well then, you should probably know that there is a shit ton of versions of you. - He nodded. - Great. So, I was basically forced into that simulation, game or whatever else you might call it, and then forced to kill you over and over again to be able to go home.

He sighed, setting his cup down.

-I am already aware of all this. - He had a bored, and slightly disappointed look on his face. - What I want from you, is a detailed summary of every dimension you've been in. Are we clear, or are you too stupid to do that? - He said it again; "schewpid". You hated it when he said that.

-Fine. - You muttered. - First, I went to your dimension. I woke up in my parents' house, it was ugly as shit with the typical eighties décor, I saw a newspaper at the dinner table with an announcement for Freddy's reopening or something, I drove an ugly fucking car to that God-forsaken restaurant, bumped into you, yelled at your employee, and you know the rest. - You lightly slammed your hands onto the table, not wanting to actually make much noise, but still in need to show how frustrated you were.

William smiled, remembering how he stabbed you in your poor ribs. - Mhm... Anything happen after your death?

-I immediately woke up in another dimension. But a different you was in that one, so-