Immortal love - William afton x reader

1987-how to live

(Keep in mind you haven't aged, as you are immortal)
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I hear the sound of my alarm as my hand slams down on it, groaning in the process. I woke up at 5AM to get ready for this interview. Why am I so worried about making a good impression you might ask? Well I heard some rumors about children missing and "purple goo" (aka remnant) being found in the back rooms of the pizzeria.

And from my knowledge of studying the same thing for almost 62 years, you have to end a pure soul to get the remnant. So, if what I'm thinking is correct, someone discovered remnant. And they are murdering children that have pure souls to get it.

But why would they want it? How do they know what it is? I thought about this for a while while preparing for the interview.

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I wore a black tight dress skirt and a white button up, and styled my hair. As I was walking to my car my creepy neighbor, George, whistled from his porch. "Fuck off asshole!" I yelled. He rolled his eyes as I got into my car, having to try starting it several times from how old it is.

I pulled into the parking lot and stepped out of my car, seeing children from ages 4-12 running in. I smiled softly as I walked in with them, the smell of pizza and grease running through my nose.

I slowly walked around for a bit as I ran into someone. "Ouch!" I yelped as I fell on the floor. (I had a habit of doing that) suddenly I heard a deep chuckle and a man's voice. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't see you there."

I suddenly froze, looking down at the floor. He sounds just like.. there is no way. Why would he be in Utah? Isn't he dead? I tried searching for him but everyone had told me he had somehow passed.. I started breathing heavy as I stood up, refusing to look the man in the eye, and ran off.

I slowed down as I saw a chubby jolly looking man with a beard and glasses laughing with a few parents. He had a uniform on, so I walked up to him to find some help. "Uhm hello sir.. do you know where the boss is? I'm here for an interview." I asked politely, fixing my jacket.

He laughed and gave me a huge smile. "I am the boss! Henry Emily, nice to meet you!" He stuck his hand out still keeping his happy grin on his face. "Oh hello! I'm y/n l/n. Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Emily!" I smiled back, shaking his hand.

"Well your interview is booked soon anyways.. and I'm free right now. So is it alright if we start early?" He asked politely. "Of course!" I said, cheerfully. "Great! Follow me to my office!" He said, turning.

I followed him down an dark hallway and glanced at a door that said 'Dave .M'. I paused at the name, as it sounded so.. fake..? Maybe it's just my imagination. I stepped into his office and he started asking me about my resume, age, etc.
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"Well y/n.. I think you'll make a great addition to the Fazbear family!" He smiled again. I smiled as well and stood up. "Thank you sir! You won't re-" suddenly he put up his hand. "But, you'll have to get my co-owner's approval as well. He's a little more.. traditional? Or should I say, 'strict'.." he had a disappointed look on his face.

"Oh I see, we'll hopefully he sees what you see in me, Mr.Emily!" I smiled again, trying to up the mood. "Yes, I feel as though he will. You're quite the intelligent one! But, just warning you, he will get pretty... personal.. in his interviews. But he's not all bad I swear!" He explained.

"It's alright, I'll be fine! Could you point me to his office though?" I asked politely. "Oh yes! It's the door that says 'Dave .M" atop! He's 2 doors away!" He said, getting back into his cheerful look. "Alrighty! Thanks Mr Emily!" I said as I walked to the door.

I knocked gently. "Uhm hello? Dave?" It felt weird saying such a generic name aloud. Suddenly the door opened, and I saw a dark silhouette of a tall man. His presence seemed.. familiar.. "yes.?" He asked, seeming a bit annoyed.

But.. I noticed. He was the man with the accent.. I breathed in and remembered that the man in my past was gone, and just because the man sounds and reminds me of Will, doesn't mean it's him. I let out a shaky breath and fixed my posture.

"Hi I'm y/n l/n. I'm here for an interview." I said in a calm tone. The man suddenly stopped, seeming like he was contemplating something. "I see.. come in." He said sternly sitting at his desk.

I shut the door behind me as I walked into the dark room. The only light was a small lamp on the side of his table, which was filled with blueprints and mail. I slowly sat down, observing the area. "So, tell me about yourself." He said, feeling a little impatient.

"Well, my name is y/n, as you already know. And.. I'm working here because I'm uhm.. interested in.. engineering..!" I said a bit unsure. " How old are you?" He responded quickly. "23." That was a lie. I was technically almost 80, but oh well.

"What is your experience?" He asked. "Well I've worked at places like this before, and I had to take engineering classes in collage." I smiled softly. "Hm.. well, you seem fit for the job. Just sign these papers and your hired." He smiled softly as well.

I smiled even wider. "Thank you sir you won't regret it!" I said cheerfully, so distracted that I didn't realize Dave had stood up.

I bumped into something large and warm behind me. I turned to see my face right in front of his chest. "I know I won't, love." He cooed. I awkwardly smiled and walked out, blushing like crazy.

What is going on? I've never felt like this except for when I was with William..