You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (Being Rewritten)

Beginnings-[05/07/1985]

When you got home from your outing, it was a struggle not to call the man immediately.

He was intriguing, and you wanted to know all of his little facets, especially since your parents had worked under him at one point.

The man, William, had an aura about him that pulled you in. His confident demeanor mixed with that subtle charm left you feeling more curious than ever.

You tossed your bag onto the couch and sank into the plush upholstery, your mind swirling with thoughts of him. The way his deep brown hair caught the light, or how his laughter seemed to create a sense of intrigue.

An unsettling mix of excitement and nervousness washed over you; after all, he was a stranger, albeit a charming one. But he also had hidden layers that you felt were deeper than the surface charm he projected.

With a flicker of hesitation, you glanced at your landline, then pulled out the note, with his name scrawled across it, beckoning you like a siren.

What could you even say? You couldn't just call out of the blue; it felt too bold, even for you.

The note crinkled in your hand, a tangible reminder of his presence, the ink barely dried as you considered what it would be like to hear his voice again. You could picture the way his dark eyes lit up when he smiled, and the playful teasing that you two shared made your pulse quicken.

With a resigned sigh, you sank onto the couch, the weight of indecision pressing down on you. Should you call him? What would you even say? Was it too bold to reach out to someone you barely knew? The more you deliberated, the more the thought gnawed at you, demanding resolution.

You couldn't stop glancing at your landline, and it felt oddly like a tether to him; a reminder that you had a connection, however brief.

Then again, what if he didn't remember you, or worse, what if he was a complete asshole outside the playful banter of that restaurant?

But even with those thoughts swirling in your mind, the tiny voice urging you to call grew louder. After all, it wasn't every day you met someone like him. He was unlike anyone you'd encountered before, with a unique charisma that had you questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself and your past.

With a resolute sigh, you tossed the note onto the coffee table and flipped through the channels on your television absentmindedly, your mind wandering back to him.

William's striking gaze, the way he leaned towards you as if every word you said was the most fascinating thing he'd heard all day. You could almost hear his smooth, teasing voice echoing in your ears.

The flicking of channels served as a distraction, but the images danced in and out of focus as more thoughts and doubts consumed you.

What was his connection with Afton Robotics? Did he still have ties to the company? If he had worked with your parents, why didn't you remember him? You began to feel the knot of curiosity tugging insistently at your stomach.

Finally, you dropped the remote and snatched the note back up. Rubbing your thumb over the numbers, your heartbeat quickened. You knew it was probably late, but could you afford to let more time pass without at least checking in with him? What if he didn't get a chance to see you again?

With a sudden burst of courage, you walked to your landline and dialed the number, not even having to look at the note, his number already engraved into your mind.

You ran through a few different opening lines before finally settling on something straightforward.

You finished typing in the numbers before you could second-guess yourself and leaned back against the wall, biting your lip as a knot of anticipation twisted in your stomach. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down into the unknown, ready to jump.