"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚! 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝘼𝙈, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘿𝙅 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙘, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠" 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙨!"
🎶Oh well uh, you might think I'm crazy
To hang around with you
Or maybe you think I'm lucky
To have somethin' to do
🎶But I think that you're wild
Inside me is some child
🎶You might think I'm foolish
Or maybe it's untrue
(You might think) You might think I'm crazy
(All I want) All I want is you
I was woken up by the musical tunes from the alarm clock radio behind me. The upbeat man was right about the temperature, but he had me in his arms, engulfed in warmth. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a peacefully sleeping figure with that I had developed a sense of familiarity. I couldn't help but brush the falling strands off his face, and with the slightest touch, his blue eyes landed on mine. Despite this, my fingertips didn't retract and remained on his head, continuing to caress it.
"Good morning, love" he whispered with a smile and kissed me on the cheek, making me heavily and I mean heavily red. This is the second time we've slept side by side, and I won't deny how pleasant it is. If this is a dream, no one dare wake me up—Wait, stop it, hazy morning thoughts.
Suddenly, there was an aggressive knock behind the door, "DAAAD! WHERE'S (Y/N)?!" Michael's shouts echoed from outside which annoyed William for some reason. The man sat up and lent both of his hands to me as a gesture. He pulled me up and both of us walked up to the door, but before he could open it, I whispered, "Wait—Are you sure about this?"
"Certainly. It'll be a relief for him even" William replied and opened the door eventually. Michael's mouth fell agape when he saw me, I could only wave at him with awkwardness, then his sights went to his father. "Here's (Y/N), happy?" the man deadpanned.
".... I'm not gonna even ask." The child heavily sighed, "Mr. Emily's looking for you by the way, said he needs to talk". Noticeably, William wasn't too happy with this because he literally rolled his eyes. He simply nodded in the end and the three of us went down to the kitchen for the morning meals. I couldn't properly read Michael's expression earlier, wasn't sure if it was relief, shock, or both. Probably both.
William got over his hangover and cooked up a Creamy Mushroom Soup and Fried Eggs Sandwiches. Unlike the usual, we were served hot chocolate, much to Michael's surprise but he kept silent and uttered a low thank you under his breath. The kid enjoyed the music, singing along with it and I joined in as well. We weren't too loud though.
"Hmm... do you think music in the future will be enjoyable just as these?" Michael asked while bopping his side to side. Thoughtlessly, I answered "They're not too easy to jam into, and sometimes sound the same to my ears. Compared to the ones today and the 80s, the latter's still better"
The child blinked his eyes in amazement, "Whoaaa... Have you seen the future? 'Cuz it sounds like you already did!" he exclaimed. I didn't think that through, totally a fault on my end but yep, I've seen the future because I live there kid. "Okay okay, what song do you think would still be a hit in the future?" he asked with stars in his eyes.
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Lethean (William Afton X Reader)
Fanfic(Alternate Universe "PANTA CHOREI" now PUBLISHED!) (Y/N) would describe herself as an embodiment of bad luck; blood and death surround her and she is a harbinger of these tragedies. No one knew that she could easily take the lives of others in a sin...
