You're My Drug ♡ ... (William Afton x Reader) ... (On Hold)

Eviction-[05/10/1985]

"A good friend of your husband's." You scowled at her. You couldn't help but be hostile after what William told you about her, so you were unapologetic.

"Get out." She said, returning the look. "No." You said, making sure she knew you weren't budging.

"I live here, so I can-" You cut her off while taking a few steps forward as you spoke. "Actually, no, you can't." She looked appalled. "I was invited in, and your husband owns this house. Not you." You were pissed now. "I swear to God if you don't get out of my face and this house, I'll-" Clara said, advancing towards you.

William walked through the doorway. "You'll what?" She whipped around. He looked upset. Not exactly mad, just ashamed that it turned out this way. "William. What's wrong with you?! Why are you defending this person?" She said, pointing back to you.

God. She is a bitch.

"We're friends! Get it through your damn head!" He had a strain in his voice. Though, he still continued to speak, "Hell! They're the kindest damn person I know!" His face was a mix of sadness and rage.

He took in a long breath, then resumed his rant. "They are better to me than you are! They helped me realize that you're the one at fault." He took in a short, shallow breath.

"But that's the opposite of what you want. Isn't it?" He had a smile plastered on his face while he spoke those words, not a happy one, no, this was more cynical and passive aggressive.

She was shocked. "I'm at fault? Me?"

You glared at her. "Didn't you hear him? Or are you that-" You were cut off by William. He didn't speak, but the look on his face made it evident enough that he didn't want you to insult her; that he saw it to be unnecessary.

His smile fell just before he interrupted you earlier, so his face was dark. "Yes. You are. Not only regarding the deaths of our children, but also all of those fights that put Michael through hell." William wasn't budging.

You were proud of him for that. He was standing up for himself. "Oh really? Really?" She had a loathing look on her face as she asked those rhetorical questions.

William only returned it. "Well, I didn't know I was at fault when Michael shoved C.C's head in Fredbear's mouth at your job!" Your eyes widened.

That was what happened? Is that why William had that panic attack? You obviously couldn't blame him for that. It must've been traumatizing. God, Clara really ticked you off, though. Bringing trauma up in an argument to save your own skin? That's dirty.

Though, Clara continued to speak. "Or when Elizabeth went missing in your workshop? But that's my fault." That one made you damn mad. If you remember correctly, William said that Clara was supposed to watch the kids while he was at work. She didn't do that.

"Yeah. He was working to provide for this damn family. He shouldn't ever have to juggle taking care of the children and paying all of the bills." You took a deep breath. You didn't want to lash out again.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥
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William flashed Y/n a quick smile that they didn't seem to notice.

He didn't deserve them. They were a huge help, and they didn't even seem to notice, and if they did, it wasn't a burden. Will was snapped out of his thoughts when Clara spoke up again.

"Was I talking to you, whore?" Oh, that drove him off the edge. She was on his last damn nerve. His expression hardened and his line of sight was on the floor.

"Clara. Shut your fucking mouth." He wasn't speaking loud, but it was loud enough to hear. "What'd you say?" That was clearly a taunt. William looked at her and said with his voice raised, "You know damn well you heard me." Her eyes were very indicative of what she was feeling. She continued to glare at him as she talked. "Why should I? Am I wrong?"
William was clearly more pissed at Clara than Y/n. His eyes went wide, though, not in surprise; in anger. He took a shallow breath in and he started to speak. "Yes. You are." He was trying to keep his composure and not freak out. Clara's eyes darted to
Y/n. She looked them up and down. "Really? They clearly only want to hook up with you."

That was what made him snap.

"Get out." His sentence was barely audible. "What was that?" Her voice was sickeningly condescending. William raised his voice and said, "Get out of my damn house, and me and Micheal's lives!"

𝙔/𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
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That was the first time you've heard him speak like that.

Sure, he's yelled before, but never like this. Never with this much malice. Never with that much venom. Not once. It scared you in a way that you haven't been scared in a long damn time.

Clara froze. She looked upset for whatever reason.

"William. You can't just kick me out like that." She sounded desperate and was clearly faking a sincere tone to try and get Will to pity her.

"What about Mike? He needs a mother in his life." She's talked like she's worthy of that title.

Will spoke before you could. "You hardly are a mother to him. Now, get lost." She fell to her knees. "Please, William! I'll be homeless!" She was pitiful, but William wasn't falling for her act.

"Get up and leave. I won't ask again." She did as she was told and stood. She clearly understood now that he wasn't going to give in.

Her face fell from her fake worry. She started glaring once again. "You're going to regret leaving me." And she left.

William sighed. "That's finally over."