You sighed as you pushed one of the double doors of the establishment open, a bell chiming above.
As soon as you stepped in, you could hear the cadence of excited screams from small children dragging their tired parents all around the building.
You looked around, slightly annoyed and unimpressed.
The building itself was nice, a neon patterned carpet with multi colored stars and swirls scattered all about and a high ceiling with an open layout and delicately designed windows.
You could hear faded music off in the distance, probably coming from the stage of 3 animatronic animals.
They were cute, all things considered.
As you got closer, weaving through exhausted parents and their rowdy children, you saw that there were little plaques of their names by their places, right above the lights lining the front of the stage.
They seemed kind redundant, though, because shouts of the characters' names came through the mouths of kids of all ages, including ones that most likely didn't know how to read yet.
You let a reluctant smile stretch across your face as you watched the gleeful expressions on the kids' faces as you passed, looking for the group of people you had come for in the first place.
They had reserved a long table near the stage, but as you looked around, you couldn't seem to spot them.
They're probably just late.
You sighed and walked to a booth near the door.
You had done enough research on the place to know that these weren't reservation tables but free for anyone who decided to pay for food.
You'd wait until someone approached you, though.
You turned to look when the door to the restaurant opened, expecting the people you were waiting for.
Instead, you saw a man.
He stood at an impressive six feet tall, his stature commanding attention as he looked over the restaurant.
His hair, a rich shade of deep brown that nearly appeared black in certain lighting, fell in soft waves just above his collar, framing a face that exuded confidence.
His skin was fair, contrasting sharply with the dark tones of his hair, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a subtle stubble that was oddly charming.
Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that blended black and deep purple in a way that caught the light just so, he exuded an air of elegance and sophistication.
The suit hugged his thin frame perfectly, the fabric shimmering slightly like shadows dancing across his silhouette. The jacket featured sleek, angular lapels that added a modern flair, while the fitted trousers tapered down to polished shoes that shimmered with a hint of the same purple hue as his suit.
His dark, expressive eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling restaurant. A slight smirk danced on his lips, hinting at a sense of amusement or perhaps intrigue as he observed the array of diners, some engaged in animated conversation while others ate in contemplative silence.
Then his eyes landed on you.
He seemed to take immediate interest, most likely because you were the only person in the restaurant sitting alone.
He walked over to your table with an ease that proved your first impression of the man; he was bold and self-assured.
It was alluring if you were being honest, and a light flush dusted your cheeks as the man leaned over your table, looking at you with a searching expression that was filled with a playful sort of fascination.
"What're you doing here all alone?" He questioned, an entertainer's intimacy clear in the words.
You cleared your throat, playing with the hem of your shirt.
"Just waiting for a couple friends. They told me to meet them here around this time, but I haven't seen them yet." You said, not entirely sure of yourself.
"Well, would you like some company to pass the time?" He asked, grinning.
You shyly nodded, and he promptly sat in the seat across from you.
He leaned closer, looking you in the eyes. "You from around here?"
You smiled softly and nodded. "I've lived here for most of my life."
He hummed. "Oh yeah? How long?" The man asked conversationally.
This was one of the first times small talk didn't feel awkward, so you happily replied. "Well, I moved here when I was about 6 or 7. My parents came here for a business opportunity with some tech company."
He rose an eyebrow. "Do you know which company? If you don't mind me asking."
"You're okay," you thought for a moment before continuing, "I think it was something like Afton Robotics. I don't remember for sure, though."
He a knowing grin spread across his face. "Oh yeah?"
You looked at him skeptically. "Yeah. Why are you looking at me like that?"
The man chuckled. "I just know the company, that's all. I've heard that they work in collaboration here on occasion as well."
You could tell he was still hiding something, but you just glared at him playfully and hummed. "Mhm. Okay, keep your little secrets to yourself."
"Anyway, what do you do for work?" He asked.
"Oh, I just work in graphic design for Spectrum Studios. I'm actually the lead executive for our creative directors." You told him with pride.
He hummed and nodded, seeming to take in the answer and log it into the perception of you in his mind. "You seem the type. Is it fun?"
You nodded. "Of course, I'm doing what I love. What about you? Where do you work?" He got that look again at the question, the expression he had when you were talking about Afton Robotics.
"Wait-" Just then, the bell above the door rang again as a group of people walked in.
He leaned slightly out of the booth to observe the people who had just walked in. "Seems like the people you were waiting for are here." He looked at you, smirking.
You glared at him. "This is not over." Then, your shirt was being tugged on, and you looked down to see your friend's little brother with stars in his eyes.
When you looked back up, though, the man was gone.
Damn it.
.
Now, you were chatting with your friend, watching over the birthday boy and his two siblings as they played in the restaurant.
They were all running around, bouncing in excitement as they looked all over at the restaurant.
Despite all of the distractions, though, you couldn't get the thought of the man out of your head.
You felt someone graze your back pocket in the middle of your conversation, snapping you out of your thoughts about him.
As you turned to tell off whoever it was, you saw the man you had just been thinking of, still clad in his purple suit, with a cat-like grin on his face.
As you reached into your pocket, you pulled out a small note with a name and number scrawled across it.
William Afton
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God damn it.
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You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (Being Rewritten)
FanficWilliam's mental state wasn't the best.. His wife was abusive and manipulative. His two youngest kids were dead, and he was sure everyone else also hated him. Until you came along. You made him feel loved and cared about, even if you two were jus...
