Fat British Prick! (William Afton x FEM! Reader)

Chapter 3

𝗧𝗪: 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁

You woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking, you looked around to see an unfamiliar sight. It was a small room, but it could fit a little couch, which you were laying on. The walls were covered in childish drawings of Fredbear and SpringBonnie. You sighed at looked at a small desk. It was messily covered in paperwork. There was a coffee mug. A small swivel chair. A normal office. 

You got up to leave, until something caught your eye. A small family photo on desk. It had a little girl with strawberry blonde hair and a pink dress smiling brightly. There was a small boy crying and holding a teddy. He looked a little like William. Another boy was shown wearing a fox mask. He was a little orange. Then you saw William, smiling. 'He had a family!? That's hard to think about!' You chuckled at your remark and saw a woman. Her dress looked beautiful. Until you got to her face. It was all scribbled on with a red pen.

"Going through my stuff, love?"

You jumped and looked towards the door. The tall, obese William Afton looked down at you, crossing his arms. "I- uhm- uhh-" You tried to find an explanation. He just smirked. "I guess you've woken up from your panic attack, I presume?" You were confused at first. But, it all came back to you. The missing child. The dead girl. A yellow rabbit stabbing it repeatedly. William Afton.

"You! You k-killed a child!? You fat British pri-" 

Before you could finish your sentence, you were pinned on the wall. Children's drawings fell to the floor or crumpled against your back. William held your shoulder with one hand and aiming a knife towards your throat with the other. "You wish to finish that sentence, bitch?" You teared up.

"Oh, I really liked you! It was only your first day and you're already going to die. It's a shame, really. But, oh well!" He pulled the knife back, and smiled a deathly, malicious smile. You started to cry. 'It shouldn't end like this! This is going all too quick!' 

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒

William sighed and let go of you. You dropped to the floor immediately. "Get up. Sit on the couch. If you say a word about this, I'll rip your head off." You followed his orders and quickly sat on the couch. William opened the door to reveal a tired Henry Emily. His hair was unkempt and his eyebags were more than noticable. 

"William, Mr. Freeman wanted to file a lawsuit against us."

"Did another kid go missing?" William faked sorrow. Henry nodded. "More damn paperwork. I haven't slept good in so long!" Henry complained and slammed the door. William rubbed his temple and mumbled. You sat there. Henry hadn't noticed that you were awake. William looked over to you. "Leave. Now. Once the day has finished, return back to me. Alright, darling,?" You nodded and got up, practically running through the door. You shut it and walked away.

°°°°°°°°Time Skip°°°°°°°°

"Thank you for coning to Fredbear's Family Diner! We hope you enjoyed your time here! Please come back soon! The small intercom blasted throughout the diner. You shivered at the thought of going back to William. Putting the mop and bucket away, you hesitantly walked over to William's office, knocking on the door. "WHAT!?" The sudden telling made you jump back a little. 'God damn, anger issues, much?' "Mr. Afton? It's me, Y/N." You heard shifting from the inside and footsteps. The door slowly opened in front of you, to reveal a William Afton in terrible condition.  His hair was all messy, his eyebages we're darker, and he just looked neanderthalic.

"Ah, Y/N, hello love! Come in." He fixed his hair a little and walked back inside his messy office. You gulped and followed him. He just sat down in his spinny chair and you sat on the couch.

"Y/N, since you know what had happened, and now you know my secret, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to make you stay at my house."

'HOLD UP A GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING MINUTE. I AM NOT SATYING AT HIS HOUSE. THIS IS BULLSHITTERY.' 

"I'm sorry Mr. Afton, but I have to decline-" He grabbed your wrist and pierced his nails into your skin. It started to bleed a little, actually. "That wasn't a request. It was a command. Now come on!" He let go of your arm and led you to his purple car. You car was right beside his. 'Maybe if I can run, I might be able to get into my car before him! He's fat, right? So he could be slower!'

You ran towards your car quickly. But, not quick enough. William snuck his arm around your waist a and held you back.

"Now, now! Trying to run away like that? That's a bad Y/N!" He pulled you back to his car and basically threw you into the passanger seat. "Buckle up dear!" You slammed the door and buckled up.

'I know his fatass isn't telling me to fucking buckle up. If I die, I don't want him to have my blood on his hands.' Reluctantly, you buckled up, and shortly William got into his car. He started the engine and started driving.

••William's POV (Surprise!)••

The car ride was silent. I fumbeled a little with the wheel and looked over to Y/N. I don't know what, but something about her made me feel different. The need to both protect her and to watch her blood spill, dripping down my arms as I tear into her flesh. I smiled at the thought.

Although, she did seem a little worried. I patted her on the back and, of course, she shot me a dirty look. "What do you want, Afton?" She seethed. "William." I corrected. She looked at me pity oure confusion. "What!" 

"If you're staying inside of my house, you are going to call me William. Alright, Hun?"

She just nodded and looked back out of the window 

I sighed and just continued driving to my house. But, I did hear her mumbke something.

"Fat British prick."

Hey y'all! I finally finished this chapter, and sorry for not updating. I hope you've had a great time reading this and a fantastic day/night!

-IllMarryWilliamAfton