Burned Memories || William Afton x Reader

Night Two. (i'm back bitches)

Tonight was your first day. The first day you would be in a new environment, with new people, and entirely new hours. It was going to be a stressful change at first, but they didn't seem that bad, they were just a little more..  unusual, than your past co-workers. But orientation was soon, you'd have to see them all even sooner and you were still searching your closet for something just a little more presentable than your current loungewear. Time to go through your daily routine as usual: shower, get dressed, brush your teeth, get in the car and go. Get to it, Y/N.

You grabbed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, showering and getting dressed, and while you spat the toothpaste out of you mouth, you took a quick glimpse at yourself and dropped your toothbrush out of a tasteful mix of shock and fear.

You could have sworn you just seen somebody behind you. Someone tall, someone slender... and more importantly, way too close for your liking.

You practically threw yourself in a 180 only to be greeted by nothing but your empty room. You shook it off as first day worries and anxiety, finished up and went for your keys in the next room... only to find them on your kitchen counter? You could've sworn you hung them next to your jacket. Maybe you are going a little bit crazy over this job. It's just a pizza place with some animatronics! You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. You're going to be late, though. Better hurry up.

Finally making your way out the door, you just needed a minute to sit in your car. Process everything, shake off your anxiety and get back that excitement to work with those characters that make kids happy. You're happy. You make others happy, you are happy. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy; here we come.

You decided to take the more usual route this time, as the back roads were actually down for construction. Lucky you. It was definitely the shorter route though, perhaps by minutes. It was just a little more crowded. Taking aim at your spot from yesterday, you parked and locked your car, and were ready to go. And then as almost as if it was routine, there he was again, William, taking yet another leaking trash bag to the bins. Those kids really wasted a lot of food, huh?

As you made your way towards the door, your eyes met with his cold gaze. A light wave was all that was returned. No words, nothing but a wave and a poker face.

Oh, William. What a ride this job is going to be.

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"So over here is the security office, Schmidt will pretty much be the only person here with you, so if you have any questions i'd go to him, that's about your best bet; well... aside from the occasional William..." Mr. Cawthon cleared his throat. "I'd steer clear of him if I were you. He hasn't really done anything wrong, that we know of, he just.. gives me the heebie-jeebies. But down the left hall, you'll find the bathrooms, and your designated area, Parts & Service. That's where you'll work mainly unless transferred to work in another room. Let me know if you need anything else, and i'll be in my office, for real this time. I apologize for your improper interview, but i have trust you'll fill the position well. If Old Willy over there considered you, he sees something. He usually turns down candidates before they walk in the door." Mr. Cawthon glanced down at his watch for a moment, and shrugged. "Well, i need to finish your paperwork. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Alright, thank you Mr. Cawthon. I'll do my best"

"Please, call me Scott." Scott turned and left for his office with a smile and wave.

And there you were. In that new environment, left with new people, and more than ready to start working on the fan favorites. You glanced at the keychain you were handed, the very stereotypical big ring with around 5 different keys on it, most color coded with singular letters; a yellow key with a C, a brown key with an F, a red key with an F, and a purple key with a B. They all had their wear and tear from age, but they were still vibrant enough to be told apart. But there was also a single gold key you didn't understand the use for. Bright, still vibrant gold. Odd. Must be a backroom.