Unholy Chapel

Chapter Ten; Down Syndrome

TW: Fear, Panic, Horror, Darkness, Fighting, Yelling, Lying, William Afton, Degradation, Cursing

Henry knew you or someone else had to be down there. Your hand had been clutching onto a pillow and he could see your trembling fingers dispite being a full grown adult. You were utterly terrified and Henry was disturbed that William had left you down here. He watched as William pulled up the ladder and shut the latch, his mind obviously elsewhere.

William's dark eyes had cut through him like this only twice before. Once when his first wife died and just recently when his second wife left him. Henry felt his heart pound as William picked up a dip-ink pen and stabbed it into the table.

"Henry, we need to find them. Soon." Williams voice shook with an emotion Henry couldnt figure out. He nodded slowly as William continued.

"They could be anywhere we dont know of on this property. Why dont you go and start searching, I'll stay here in case they try to come here." William looked to Henry with darkened eyes which startled the usually calm man and he rushed out of the room to call the police that William had you in his basement.

You were out of the pile of comfort items and searching around for a way outside. Your bare feet pattered against the ground as you searched the large backrooms-like area. You managed to find an old door leading to a staircase, as there was a window in the door but you couldnt see much beyond the stairs going up. As you saw light stream in behind you knew you had to work quick. You pried the door open as quiet as you could and shut it behind you. You crouched on the stairs where a person wouldnt be able to see you and watched as a flashlight moved across quickly.

You didnt wait to see if it would stop back before you sprinted up the stairs and broke through a flimsy wooden panel at the top, breaking into the late afternoon free world. As you heard a shout come from deep within, you didnt hesitate to move, running to the large parking lot of Fazbear's entertainment and trying to attract attention to yourself. You didnt realize how different you looked from the photo on the news so you simply looked crazy, screaming and running around.

William caught up to you easily and you tried to fight him, hitting his head and his body as one of his arms wrapped around your dirtied and slimmed body from the diet he had put you on and shushed you with the other hand, apologizing to other guests, claiming you had Down syndrome.

You cried and hit on his chest as he tugged you back inside and past Henry who had just hung up the phone with the police. William didnt know the interaction had happened and assumed Henry was playing with the small child that was in his arms. You were tugged back into William's office as he grittily spoke through his teeth.

"You thought you could get away that easily? Dont you know I run this place? Stupid girl!" He forced you to look at him. your eyes were wide and terrified and it sent him crazy enough to say stuff without meaning. 

"All you are at this direct point in time is a stupid girl and a slut. You know nothing of how dangerous the world is and if you pull a stunt like that again- so dear GOD help me for what i'll do to you." William was so near to your face that you could see the rings of faint blue in his left eye. He had heterochromia. You yanked your head away as you felt a strange feeling being called stupid by him. Normally that would be an insult you would brush off or take seriously but this man made you feel like it was a good thing.

"I want to hear you say that you're my dumb, stupid, slutty whore that I will ruin and fuck until kingdom comes." William leaned into your ear and whispered harshly and almost like he was snapping in your ear before harsh knocking came from the locked door and humanoid shadows were at the window, peering in as much as they could through the tempered glass.

"I am- I am your stupid w... what was the word again?" You looked at him pleadingly trying to play along while William snapped to the door. He stood in a way that covered you as he cracked the door open. something inside of you snapped in that moment, giving him your full devotion like he was a god.

"HPD, We have a warrant to search the building for Y/N L/N. Last seen at your location by anonymous." A police officer held up a search warrant which William reluctantly opened the door to reveal you sitting on the couch, hair messed up, slimmed down and wearing an outfit William had made for you using one of his shirts and one of Clara's skirts. He had hemmed it so instead of going past your knees it rode right around your mid thigh.

The police officers instantly rushed to you, asking you your name and age, if you remembered anything. You simply sat there, overwhelmed and dumbed by William's harsh treatments.

"Im Y/N, im 22 and im here with William Afton whos been taking care of me in his home." You answered with pauses before information as you squeezed your hands into fists.

William was looking at you with a sad expression on his face as one officer said they were Arresting him for kidnapping. You started crying when William was put in handcuffs.

You felt oddly safe around him when he was happy. Now that he was sad you wanted to cheer him up. You lunged from the couch to hug him, one of the first pieces of physical affection he received willingly from you.

His mouth curled into an ugly smile as you two were separated. You were read the court dates that you would have to show up to be witness for his trial to consider him guilty or not.

You were sent back to the Afton's house, now one of two sole providers for the family. Clara had to crack down on her job and Michael was emotionally unavailable. Elizabeth was overly distraught over losing both parents and C.C just muttered "knew it" every so often from his wheelchair or the couch. A police officer stayed with you and tried to ensure your mental state and recovery over the next few days.

You had frequent conversations with the officer about how kind William was to you and how you hated that he was being detained. He recognized you were in the early stages of Stockholm syndrome and had to call in William's children to help hopefully snap you out of it.

Everyone but you in that house hoped and prayed that William would be found guilty. You were the most important piece of evidence that was involved with the case.

"So, Mx. L/N, we have here on your report that you were very dedicated to the church, would you like to go back there?" The officer asked you the day before the trial. You had been pacing around the house over and over and over again thinking over your answer. You werent sure if you should lie and get William incriminated or tell the truth that he was protecting you from the murderer and he didn't kidnap you at all, and let him continue with what he was doing, letting other bad people take advantage of your kindness.

You nodded and the officer took you and the Afton's to church when the 12:00 mass was going on. You sat near the back and hummed the hymns at the beginning of mass. during homily you heard the prayers that focused on you and you were heavily touched. You prayed and prayed, hands clasped together and sweaty.

(Word count: 1335)

-A.N- I don't like writing degrading stuff, and find no attraction in this whatsoever. I don't like writing smut at all, actually, hence why in the last smut chapter it was short, choppy, and avoided using vulgar terms to describe the male genitalia. There wont be much smut in this story, however i will generally always suggest it, as its supposed to have more of a sexual theme and a sexual undertone.