Unholy Chapel

Chapter Three; Ready the Hunt!

TW: Anxiety, Mentions of Age Gap, Mentions of Death and the dead, William Afton

You felt the eyes of Clara's father bore into you as your heart raced. He bore similar resemblance to the 14 year old Michael with the darker hair swept in a side part. He had greying hairs on the side and top, and sharp grey eyes that matched Clara's. He didn't tear his gaze away from you for a second until Clara waved a hand in front of your face.

"Y/N, I get my dad is me as a guy but don't think he'll take a fancy for you. You're too young." She says with a deadpan face which took you by surprise.

"Clara! No! I already have a boyfriend! And why would I be interested in the crusty British old guy?" You nearly cry out but keep your voice contained as William starts walking Clara towards the other kids. While Clara didnt notice, he noticed a bright red spread through your face and your demeanor change after the assumed statement. He watched your eyes never look at him and your hands fidget delicately.

"Wouldnt want to ruin those pretty hands, darling" he whispers when you two are standing side by side. You drop your hands to your sides and step a bit away.

William inhales deeply "Do you think I could get your email? You are a fantastic singer and wonderful with my kids. I should make you their babysitter. Evan does nothing all day and I have to take him to work with me."

You look at him. "Ah. Uhm, I actually cant afford a computer, so can I give you my home number instead?"

William chuckled darkly, but you seemed to think of it as a normal chuckle "that would be splendid. How much do you want to babysit? 20 an hour?" He suggested casually which made you freak. You were getting paid $10 an hour and worked about an 2 hours a day leaving you with 140 a week. You could live off of babysitting for this man! You looked at him startled

"$20 bucks an hour?" You asked, wondering to yourself if you heard him right.

William looked at you "Do you want me to raise it? Is that not enough? $25 an hour? $30?" He said, one eyebrow raised.

You waved a hand as if to dismiss him. "Twenty- twenty dollars an hour is fine" you say sheepishly. "How often will I work?"

William paused to think. "Whenever you're free and if you want you can stay in the spare room we have." William said professionally. He meant it as you could stay on nights Evan was problematic but you kindly refused while taking off your choir robe.

The calf-length skirt tied with a turtleneck sweater made his heart race. It fit your body type perfectly the way you styled it. You fumbled with the garment that was now in your arms before fanning your face "You're hot too, Mr...?" You say trailing off. You never actually got the family's last name.

"Afton." William said bluntly, turning his head to admire Clara trying to suggest that Elizabeth couldnt live just on alphabet soup and tomato paste while Evan was working on his words with Michael. His vocabulary had expanded a bit to be able to list basic fruits and vegetables, rooms, and names of his siblings.

The presiding Preist came up behind them and took note of the rosary in William's pocket. "Say, brother I havent seen a rosary like that in years! Its beautiful, like the holy Mother Mary." The Preist pauses as he stands behind the two of you.

William turns and passively writes with his voice "ah yes, its uh from my late wife, she was very holy. Baptized and everything." And the words float into Father Blemo's ears and his eyes light up.

"Your late wife? Say, you arent Mr. Afton, are you?" He was wearing the black Cassock that swished near the floor.

William nodded tentatively which set the Preist onto a tangent about how wonderful she was and how he knew her from her childhood years what a beauty she was. He congratulated William on the birth of their 3 children, and the interaction between William and Father Blemo gave you an opportunity to bag the items the children had picked

"Clara do you want me to carry this or should Michael carry it?" You asked in a sweet voice which William heard and if he wasnt in conversation with someone he would have swooned.

"Ah, thank you Y/N, but I think Ill carry it. Ive been trying to use this new thing I created!" Clara pulled out a harness-type object and fastened it to herself before putting the bag into the chest portion, making it look like a baby carrier for food. She walked around with it with her mobility aids and the food didnt fall. She grinned at you. "It works, so from now on ill carry the food we get!"

You smiled back at her "you're so smart!" You exclaim before turning to Michael. "Hey Michael, did you like the things I donated this week?"

The angsty teenager who was 8 years younger than you nodded and gave a small 'yes'. "I dunno why you're so nice to our family." He says quietly, which had you drop your light demeanor.

"What do you mean? Why wouldnt I be kind to my friends?" You ask softly which resulted in michael's head snapping up to look at you, a tear flinging off of his cheek

"Cause im a horrible person!" He hissed out "No matter how many times I come to church and confession and take communion or sing along with you and the choir, the blood never comes off of my hands." He said almost a whisper. You were shocked. You pulled him away from the area and sat him down. "What happened? you can tell me, Michael. Im a safe space, and so is the church."

Michael immediately spilled the bloody and gruesome guts of the story he lived. You didnt react badly to him, which made his heart soften towards you as you gave him gentle feedback.

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When the Afton's left the church and William had your home phone, address and what day you would start working, you hurried home with shaky hands.

William had whispered to you something that would keep you up at night.

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