The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

:2: 'On the house' :2:

9 / 3 / 1983

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You sat on your bed enjoying your Friday afternoon; the only day where you didn't have any work till' Monday, reading a book and listening to your favourite album on your vinyl.

That was you were enjoying your book until your stomach started growling. Time to eat. 

When you think about it you might have a slight eating disorder thanks to your irregular timing for eating. But honestly who doesn't have a little problem with food nowadays, you surely did, Same with your sleeping, but why would you care. Why would anyone care? You're an adult woman.

Either way. 

You were a grown up with responsibilities. Which meant:

- Tummy grumbles = Time to eat

- Droopy eyes  = Time to sleep

- Stinky = take a shower (obviously)

And that was pretty much it.

Nevertheless you were currently standing in front of your fridge checking what you have to eat. There wasnt much in there, especially counting how most of the things took a while to cook. So you put on a simple jumper, coat and your shoes, and left your apartment.

Thankfully working in a convenient store wasn't the absolute worst job in the town, because you got paid okay, giving you just enough money to pay bills, food and still enough to enjoy yourself from time to time so you walked into town looking for a place to have a nice warm meal of the day. 

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It's been over an hour of pointless walking for you, And your stomach just couldn't handle it anymore, you had to eat something. NOW. And just with your luck all those stores you saw earlier suddenly all disappeared in the distance and all that was left near you was, a small but well known business named 'Fredbears Family Diner' with a picture of a bear of some sort, with a top-hat, smiling and holding up a gooey looking pizza

You glanced at the sign then back the building, paying closer attention to the windows.

It looked PACKED with people and your awkward arse isn't the best at handling huge crowds. But your stomach was about to fall out of you any minute now and simply kick you in there itself, so with a grudge you headed in before you passed out out of hunger.

Walking into the huge building the first thing you saw were (apart from the millions of kids) two animatronics standing on a stage in the far back of the building. In front of the stage were tables to sit at. On your left you could see an arcade, while the right side of the building was a food counter in a wall with a hopefully clean kitchen behind it to it. There were a couple more tables next to the windows by to the entrance, and if you walked a little further than the food stand there were hallways leading to the left with more doors on the right of the hallway.

But enough of that observation, you were dying for food over here, so you walked closer and ran your eyes over the menu.

Pizza. It seemed to be the most advertised along with some mexican food and lots of sugary goods.

Finally something you didn't know you had a huge appetite for. Or maybe it was because you were just really hungry? Who knows. 

You walked up to the stand with all the courage you could collect and ordered what you wanted.

"Um.. Hello.. I'd like two slices of (Pizza you wanted) and a cherry slushy, please.", You croaked out unsurely.

"Okie dokie! That'll be 9 dollars please!", the cashier grinned cheerily, a bit too bright and loud for your taste. You took out your purse when out of basically no where someone put their hand on yours, a bit too gently, stopping you.

"Don't worry dear. It's on the house"

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