unique souls. | william afton x reader |DONT READ THIS ITS OLD AND SHITTY

5 - lend me your hand.

     "sleep with you? why the hell would I do that? we just met?" he almost looked disappointed. but there was no emotion on his face. "okay then, just... asking." he walked off to his room before stopping to tell me, "blankets are in the closet under the stairs, pillows are in there as well." he then walked to his room and shut the door softly. 'Jesus, what a prick.' i walked downstairs and looked around for the closet— but there were two doors. not one. I took my chances and picked the left. I was greeted with stairs. "what in the- is this the basement?" i questioned if i should travel down the steps or not. 

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yeah, it couldn't hurt, right?

i took i step and the wooden board creaked. i ignored it and kept on going down. it was pitch black. i looked around for a light switch. a dangling line hit me in the head. i reached up to grab it and a dim light, one that you could tell that it hadn't been used in years, flickered on. i saw animatronic skins, insides, metal parts, and jars full of purple liquid. 'is this that remnant stuff? and why do those robot skins look like that? why is it a gold rabbit? what are those red stain-' 

"what do you think you're doing down here, y/n?"

     i was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts. my bones- never mind, my entire body, shook. "u-uh i-" he started to hurriedly come down the creaky steps. shutting the basement door behind him. "what- what is all of this...?" "shut up. just shut up. you're not supposed to be down here. I told you that the blankets were in the closet, not the basement." he slowly approached me. "i-im sorry i didn't k-know i thought this was a closet and it wasn't and i saw the steps an-and-" "you're just making stupid fucking excuses. go back upstairs or i swear to god you will not like the outcome." he threatened. i stood silent. "i said, go back upstairs, y/n." i still stood silent. this murderer isn't going to control m- "that's it." he grabbed my hand violently and dragged up up the steps. "hey! ow-! watch it!!" he ignored my cries.

     he started to drag me to his room and shove me inside and shut the door behind him. "since you can't be trusted on your own out there, then you'll just have to sleep with me." "What?! no?!" he walked over to his wardrobe, seemingly forgetting about me and started to grab a sweatshirt and some sweatpants to change into. i was tired so i just hopped straight into the bed, covering myself up. i saw him changing in the corner of my eye. he had scars littered all over his frail body. i almost felt bad. i looked away once he started to take his pants off though. 

     i pretended that i was asleep. he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge before stretching and laying down. "...goodnight y/n." he mumbled before turning over away from me and falling alseep. 'goodnight William...' i thought to myself, before dozing off to sleep.

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     the next morning i was very warm. i felt... tight. i opened my eyes and looked around. i couldn't move. "nhg..." I heard something groan behind me. it pulled me closer. 'NO WAY. YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.' I screamed inside my head. william is fucking cuddling me. i want to jump off of a bridge. i looked down, his hands were snaked around my waist, holding me. i sighed and let him just stay there. I'm really touch starved...

    he groaned again and pulled me even closer, this time, my back was flush against his chest. i felt heat rise to my cheeks. 'no! no no no! what am I thinking?! this is a murderer! i have to get out of here-!' I looked around for a way to get out. just as I was thinking of a perfect plan, his grip loosened on me. 'perfect.' I wiggled out of his grasp and got out of bed. he flipped over and hugged a pillow that was next to him, the same way he was hugging me. now I kinda feel bad. i slowly walked out of the room and walked down the steps, only to be met with the Michael kid. "good morning" I said, kindly. "good morning..." he said back in a groggy voice. 

   "so, you slept with my dad?" "no-!" I chuckled softly before sitting next to him on the light purple sofa. "no... he made me- heh-" "how could he make you sleep with him?" he questioned. "I was uhm...  for lack of a better word, snooping, where I shouldn't have been." "did you go in the basement?" "...yeah." he laughed. "rookie mistake." "I know right? he was so mad! and for what?" I laughed. he smiled. 'this kid is actually adorable...' "are you hungry kiddo? want me to make something?" his smile got even brighter. "gosh... i haven't had anyone make breakfast for me since mom was still alive..." jeez... poor kid.. "I'm sorry... well what would you like? i can make about anything!" he thought for a second. "bacon and eggs...?" he asked. "coming right up, Mikey." I smiled. he seemed to love this nickname as he smiled back even brighter at me. 

      i got up from the sofa after I patted his fluffy mullet softly and got to work in the kitchen. i opened the cupboard and grabbed the ingredients that I needed. i let my mind wander as I cooked. 'where is my bag that I brought? did I leave it at that diner place? oh shoot it has my phone and my airpods... i need that back.'

     minutes later as I finished, I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs as I plated the kitchen table.  "well well well, something smells delicious.." William cooed as he walked into the kitchen with Elizabeth in his arms. "good mowning miss y/n..." she yawned out. "heh.. morning elizabeth..." she smiled as William sat Elizabeth down in her high chair and gave her a plate. we all sat and ate, shared a few stories, and had a couple laughs. until I was asked this question by Michael. "what's your favorite song y/n?" without thinking I respond, "f/s!" (favorite song) I got a look from mike. "I've never heard that song! who sings it?" oh shit. "oh! hehe- i-i mean uhm... dancing queen! yeah-! abba!" I nervously smiled. earning a 'we need to talk later look from William.

     "oh! yeah Elizabeth loves abba haha-" he smiled and finished eating. "okay, you two stay out of trouble while me and y/n dear and at work." 'dear? what the hell?' "yes father." Michael responded back. william took my hand and led me to the door. the kids waved by as we exited the house. we both got into the car. but before he started the engine. he looked at me. "so, what was that about?" "what-what do you mean?" "i mean, what was all that studdering back there? do you need to tell me something love?" "okay first of all, stop the pet names, second of all, you would never believe me if i told you."  "love, you're talking to a man who sees the spirits of dead children. i think I'll believe you..."

'shit.'

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end chapter 5.