Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

You kick William's ass

You walked into the room, you knew it was a terrible idea, but you pressed on regardless, braving your fears. It was only after you were deep enough in that the minimal light from the hallway disappeared with a clank. Your heart might as well have stopped there with how hard you jumped, fear rooting in you with finality. It was stupid to have gone exploring, you just couldn't help it, though, as the dining room had grown too loud and too boring. So you had gone exploring down hallways you shouldn't have. A dim light flickered on and you saw a man standing there, his hair was black, gray at the temples and few streaks throughout. His eyes were dark and you couldn't tell their color was, his skin was pale and bore the minimal wrinkles of middle age. You smile politely, maybe he was just playing some sort of game as punishment for snooping. It would only be a minute until he let you out, laughing at how you should watch where your feet take you.

But he didn't. He got closer to you, he was smiling and you no longer wanted him to. It was unnerving. You never thought you'd be one to get in a situation like this, but here you were. Attractive or not, this man was scaring you and you wanted out. You took a few steps back, your smile became forced as you tried to work your way around him, keeping the same amount of distance. He blocked each effort flawlessly with only a few steps of his obviously very expensive shoes. You had always taken note of men's shoes or sunglasses, that's how you always knew if they had money or not. Fancy clothes and cars be damned, the way to tell if a man is rich is all in the shoes and sunglasses.

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have come down here, it's my fault. I'll just go back, you can watch me if you want, but I promise, no more sneaking around." You said, trying to brighten your smile. The man's grin became sympathetic, his dark eyes softened and wrinkles appeared in his forehead. He looked as though he were pitying you.

"No, you won't be any more, will you?" He said. He formed it as a question but it was delivered as a statement. A sealed fate.

"No I won't, sir, I apologize." You repeated. His voice was alluring in a way you had never heard. Soft as though he were speaking directly in your ear. You watched in terror as he revealed his arm from behind his back. In his hand was a hammer. A simple, metal hammer, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he planned to do with it.

Everybody always plans what they would do in a situation like this - Rape, murder, kidnapping - but when it happens, it's terrifying how quickly you realize that you're incapable of half of your evasive measures. It's truly horrible, the feeling that settles on your soul. It's not fight nor is it flight, it's hopelessness. You always yelled at people in horror movies to do something as they just sit there and seem to accept their fate, but you get it now, staring at this man.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked you in a smooth, unwavering tone.

"No sir, I'm sorry, I don't. I'm not from around here." You were still hoping maybe polite manors could get you out of this situation.

The man tossed the hammer between his hands, not faltering in tempo. "My name is William Afton. I am the co-owner of this..." he curled his lip "child's place. And your name?" He asked, gesturing towards you with his hammer.

"Y/N..." You said, not offering any more pleasantries. Oh god, you felt like crying, pleading. You didn't understand why it had to be you. You don't even know this man.

"Well it's been wonderful getting to know you, Y/N. You seem very pleasant." William frowned then, lifting his head. He would truly be attractive if he was just... sane. You could see the crazy in his eyes. A funny thing that you remember someone saying: the eyes are the windows to the soul. If that's true, this man's were silver mirrors. There was no soul.

With a swift moment, he raised his hammer and brought it down towards your head, barely moving as he did so. You screamed, it was inhuman and half of you was unsure if it even came from you. But you reached your hand up and the hammer slammed into it, the handle rushing straight into the soft flesh between your thumb and pointer. The pain was immeasurable, but the hammer never reached your head. William seemed to pause, unsure of what to do next.

SWING
SWING
SWING!!

A voice in your head screamed at you, an impulse, a decision you never would have been able to make on your own. And you did. Your left hand throbbed with the pain the hammer caused, but with your right, you put as much weight as you could into punching William so mother fucking hard in the jaw. He staggered, clutching his face, shock in those soulless eyes.

He's sensitive. You thought. Your thoughts were rushing at you really quickly right now. He can't take a hit without needing to register it. I fucked up his jaw bad, I can do it again.

He was still in the way of the door and you needed him away from that. He looked up at you again, fire blazing as rage contorted his face. "No, no, silly bunny. That's not how you're supposed to play the game." He growled at you. He sounded feral, unhinged, terrifying. Whatever smoothness had been in his tone was long gone, replaced by pure rage, as though you were the villain here. How dare he be mad?

"Don't call me 'bunny' that's creepy." You retorted. Holy fuck where did you find your voice from. You felt like one of those badass main characters in books or movies. Life wasn't really like that, but you managed something. Maybe you've watched too many corny action movies. William grinned, he liked it.

"Sorry, lovey." He purred, rushing at you again. You tried to dodge, but he grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you against him. You could feel his heart beat strong against your back through his thin button down. You let your neck droop before bringing it back with such force that you heard a crack from his nose. He pushed you away from him. Ain't no fucking way he set you up for that. You tried to push him over, away from the door, but he grabbed your arm and threw you to the concrete ground. You grunted, a dull throbbing began at the base of your skull, it hurt to move your eyes. He knelt over you, grinning down without tilting his head. He brought the hammer back over his head and let it soar down towards yours. You brought your legs up, throwing William's balance off and he toppled over you. You pushed yourself out from between his knees as he hunched over you. "You fucking brat."

You kicked him front behind, sending him to the ground. "You freaky mother fucker, I'm not coming back to this hell hole again." You spat. Tears burned at your eyes, it was getting harder and harder to hold them back. You rushed out the door and down the hallway. You heard the door bang open behind you and the chase was on.

You ran so hard you thought you might fall, but William was right behind you, you could feel him, as though his heartbeat had connected with yours. His fear was just as strong as yours was. He was scared you were going to rat him out, and who's to say you shouldn't. You could see the main dining room and as soon as you ran into it, you turned around. William stood in the shadows of the hallway, hammer hanging limply in his hand. His shoulders were hunched and his eyes were wide with fear. The game was over. And this silly bunny had won. Fuck him and his little game, you were out of there.

Oh shit this might be a little something something *wink*