Burned Memories || William Afton x Reader

Night 3. (bnuuy)

You were.. in your room? You didn't feel right. You tossed, and turned, restlessly.

You flipped over and opened your eyes, looking at your alarm clock: 3AM. But.. it still didn't feel right. Was this truly your room? Searching your surroundings, it wasn't. You didn't know who's room this is.

bang, bang, bang.

Surroundings are secondary. You quickly looked towards your- well, the door, after a quick survey to find it, to be met with an empty hallway. And a wooden staircase. And, almost decorations for a child. Stuffed animals, toony character- wait.. are those the animatronics? You looked at the window, you looked at the closet, you looked everywhere. Nothing. You had no idea where that noise could have came from.

bang, bang, bang.

What is happening? Is someone really in your house? SomeTHING? You need to get up, but you're.. glued to your bed? You can't move. You can't move? You're stuck in a young child's room with something approaching and no way to escape or find it. Was it coming up the stairs? Is there a hallway? What is HAPPENING?

bang, bang, BANG.

It was right outside your door, but you couldn't see anything. Behind the wall? Where? What?

BANG, BANG.

And then there he was.
Before you could even think you were being both crushed and strangled by a giant, purple rabbit. You couldn't breathe... But it's eyes.. they weren't glass.. were they.. human?..

And then, before you could process, you woke up.

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You woke up in a cold sweat, shaking and hyperventilating. What was that? Why would that even happen? Is that what William meant by "free-roam"? How did Bonnie get into a house?

This is ridiculous. How could a giant, extremely heavy rabbit animatronic stalk and kill you? It can't even leave the premesis. It's just a dream, that's all it is. You tried to shake it off, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't forget that feeling. The feeling of being crushed, that look...

But who would you talk to? You're new around here, you don't know anyone. Besides..

Not again. Not him. Anyone else.

...Oh whatever. Get dressed and get in the car. You need a cigarette. You need something. You need to talk about this to the only person who would understand you about this. So there you went, on your journey to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at the ripe hour of half-past 10.

To see William Afton. The one and only creator of the Fazbear Gang, and your current worst nightmare.

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God, it really was like clockwork. He was nowhere but where you'd expect him, dragging another leaking trashbag to the dumpster. You got out, and walked up to him.

Without even a turn, he acknowledged you. "You're not scheduled tonight. Read your schedule wrong, having personal troubles, feeling remorseful and in need of community service?"

You rubbed your arm, staring at the stained sidewalk. "Actually.. have you.. ever had a nightmare? About anything?... about.. about the pizza place?"

William threw the bag into the garbage, and stopped in his tracks. He waited for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Well... Occasionally.. but this isn't an out-in-the-open conversation, my dear, is it. Get in my car. I'll take you around the block. Only if you feel comfortable."