Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 28: ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ]彡

===== Timeskip: 8:19 PM =====

It's my 8th day in this timeline, surviving a whole week without goddamn internet is gotta be an achievement. These past few days, waking up grew to be difficult and the headaches got worse. They'd occur at a very random moment, there's no interval or pattern. I was good at hiding the pain so no one suspected a thing, but Neil's disappointed glares during my shift did not help. Henry didn't notice it but Luis and Vanessa advised him to let go of the issue already, even informing him to not show his disdain for me in front of William because it could get him in trouble more.

You can hate me all you want, but if you want to desperately show it, tone it down when someone's around. I'm only trying to live out this temporary life of mine here, I don't want to mess things up further. The news on the radio would oftentimes report how the police still have no lead to whoever killed Cassidy's father and were thinking of dismissing it as a robbery instead. It'd be very bad if I get thrown in jail and had the need to go back to my time, but that's the least of my worries, I get away with it all the time.

Henry gave me a chore to go through the lost and found box and check the list of items whether they were already claimed or not. There was stuff like a single shoe from a kid, a metal spoon for some reason, an umbrella, an expensive wristwatch, and a red pen. Surprisingly no wallet because that's the common one. While my eyes went back and forth to the paper, I spotted a small orange notebook hidden in between the folds below the box. It was on the list yet it hasn't been claimed in more than a year. I opened it and found out it belonged to someone named "Oswald".

My cold thumb flipped through the pages, noticing long texts and drawings of a rabbit with a bulky head and squared teeth, resembling Spring Bonnie. However, on the insides was flesh, its inner teeth sharp like knives, and black tears ran down its faceplates. Looks like someone already had nightmares about that rabbit. The drawings were highly detailed as if it was drawn by a professional, but their handwriting says otherwise so it led me to think this notebook belonged to a man with messy handwriting or a kid with a talent for drawing.

It was so interesting that my eye was glued on it, and Henry chuckled when he noticed me. He said how there was an engrossing story inside it for he has read it before, but gave me a warning not to use my imagination while reading it because it had disturbing materials. That made me more intrigued so I asked him if I could borrow it and he said yes.

I finished my task for the day and kept the notebook inside my bag. At that exact time, William opened the door to the employees room where I was currently, "Ready to go home now, love?"

"Yeah, let's go" I replied and sat up from my seat. He stepped aside to make room and then put his hands on my shoulders like he was trying to calm me down. We bumped into Vanessa who was making her way to the backdoor, she gave me this strange look, staring at the hands resting on my shoulders. 

William openly shows his affection whenever we're alone or Michael's in the same room but not in front of others or in public. However, his entire attitude changes towards me; showing full attention and utter care, yet others receive cold and strict treatment. Obviously, Neil noticed this first and found more potions of disdain to fill up his cauldron of hate.

Henry closed the pizzeria once it reached the end of its business hours and we all went home. It was reported on the radio that the skies will continue its rainy mood and suggested keeping an umbrella inside our bags. Afterwards, it moved to a radio drama about two people driving in the middle of the night and discovering a lonely boy sitting on the edge of the road, but it ended with a cliffhanger.

The purple-suited man drove his car to the driveway and pulled the handbrake. Immediately after the vehicle stopped,  it got silent and he told me something, "If you hear the sound of metal and sparks of electricity from the garage later, you don't have to worry about it, that's only me" As long as it's not scraping metal because that shit is not tolerable, it feels like my ears bleed when I hear that.