TW: Alchohol, obsession, yelling, fighting
It was the Wednesday after your encounter with William when you had to go to their house. You woke up, and slipped into a comfortable outfit of your choice, but something that wouldnt set off a child.
You hopped into your shabby old car and started the engine before taking off towards the Afton residence. You had the radio cranked up to Beat it by Michael Jackson (1982). You sang along as you pulled up to the house about 10 minutes later, at that point singing along to Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (1983). You arrived around 8:00 at the large house, a beautiful well maintained home.
You got out of the car, having it parked in front of the house as you walked up the long front walkway and to the decorated door. Damn rich people. You rang the doorbell and then knocked as a half-dressed William Afton opened the door, shirt half unbuttoned and hair a disheveled mess. "Oh Y/N, you're here-" he cut himself off as he let you in and shut the door.
"Evan's in the living room watching cartoons, he likes applesauce and cheese. You are to feed him by giving and helping him feed himself, and he will say "nap" if he wants to sleep. You will allow him to sleep on the couch and you will not under any circumstances take away his stuffed animal." William said while staring at himself in the mirror. "Clara spends most of her day in her room, you are to call for her for lunch and dinner. Michael is out, he left early this morning with his friends. Elizabeth refuses to leave her room, if you want or need her you go to her."
William pauses and turns to look at you with a glare "and if any of them report you ddid something wrong... you will be punished." He said ominously which led you to raise your hands and nod
"all noted. Thank you, Mr. Afton." You continue to nod as you take your shoes off and adjust your outfit. William was in a moral debate with himself. One part of him found you attractive, kind, and an incredible person. Something else drew him towards you and had been keeping him up since Sunday. The other side of him was convincing him that you had a boyfriend and that you would never date or marry a serial killer.
William finished his thoughts as he finished his tie and stepped near you, muttering things to himself.
You waited until he left the house before you released a breath you didn't know you had been holding. You headed throughout the house, memorizing the layout and where the kitchen, living room and stairs going up to where the bedrooms were.
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You spent most of the day taking care of Evan and making sure Clara was eating and Michael arrived back around noon from his weekend shenanigans with friends. All the children found your words were gentle yet firm, and you kept them happy. You had called your boyfriend the day prior to let him know where you would be all day and around 3:00 he called.
The call devastated you, the children could tell. Tears were roughly pulled from your eyes as you leaned against the counter of the Afton's kitchen. Your hands gripped the phone as the man on the other line listed the reasons you two would be breaking up. At one point you cut him off by slamming the phone back onto the wall and simply leaning your head on the wall to control your tears. Michael left the thing he was doing and lightly tapped your shoulder.
when you turned to him with teary eyes he cautiously opened his arms for a hug, hands stuttering. He didn't really like affection, but he didn't know what to do in a situation like this. You hugged him tightly, him allowing his arms to rest around your torso in a friendly way.
That was perfect timing for William to arrive home and witness you hugging his son and crying on his shoulder. He became furious as he stormed towards you two and tore Michael away from you, yelling and belittling him for touching you, an 8 years senior intimately, especially when she was vulnerable. You were yelling too, yelling at William for attacking Michael, your voice shaking and quivering.
William stopped chastising Michael and turned to you, eyes slightly wide at your weeping eyes and flushed face from crying. It set him off as he swept you into his arms and held your head and back, not letting you see his astonished face. Michael saw it and felt horror creep through his body.
William Afton was in love again, with a woman who was 24 years younger than him. And he wasn't going to let go anytime soon, as he was the hunter and you were his prey. His claws and teeth were sunk in and latched on.
As you calmed down within the older man's embrace, he questioned why you were feeling this way and when you said your boyfriend broke up with you, those words went directly down to his hips and stomach. You would never see the way his face lit up at the prospect of you being his. At that moment, he decided that he would make you his no matter what the cost.
"oh no! Y/N, why don't we head to another room and we can talk more about this? You're an adult, you shouldn't need to rely on Michael." William said smoothly as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and led you towards a room with a lock on the door.
William locked the door behind you and sat on the bed, leaning back and taking a heavy swig of the bottle before passing it to you.
"ah. Mr. Afton i don't drink." you say firmly, putting your hands up a bit. William shook his head
"nonsense! A drink will be good for you." William jostled the bottle a bit towards you again. You tentatively smelled the drink, grimacing at the smell before taking a sip. William tipped the bottle forcing you to drink more than you would have liked before the bottle was taken away from your lips, you licking them before coughing and gagging from the bitter and terrible taste. It was a rum, and it tasted terrible to you.
William laughed at your reaction before passing you a chaser "take this, it'll help." He said. You quickly grabbed the sweet chaser and settled down a bit. William settled himself further on the bed and looked to you.
"So, tell me whats up, with this breakup of yours. I don't think a babysitter who isn't dedicated to her job should be hired. I have 4 kids and two of them are disabled." William sighed which made you feel frantic for the job.
"No, I'm dedicated! I promise! I just- my boyfriend broke up with me and he insulted my body and my face and how i acted and i-" you started crying again as your brain went a little fuzzy from the alcohol. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig, coughing after the drink again. you tapped a hand on William's shoulder. "wheres your wife anyways? How did you make it work with her?" you asked, bitter that the shockingly attractive man in front of you was married.
William paused. "well... my first wife is dead. she passed away in childbirth and my second wife divorced me because i didn't give her enough money." William lies, but you dont catch on as the alcohol kicks in.
your eyes go wide and you apologize quickly.
William knew he could never let you go now. Your tear-stained face apologizing with pretty lips and eyes that enraptured him.
(Word Count: 1288)
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