Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 44: ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ]彡

===== Timeskip: 4:01 PM =====

Two days have passed ever since I visited Afton's house. Within those two days were tranquil mornings and afternoons at work. Of course, Clara still arrived with William and seemingly gives the impression that he hasn't told her anything yet. It's a downer for me but god knows what happens if I intervene with their fates again.

Every now and then, William and I would shoot longing stares at each other in the hallways and no one would notice. A light blush travels on our faces whenever we did, recalling that intimate exchange. Everyone only knew we were hostile to one another, not even Neil knew.

I was done replacing the band star's voicebox, now it's clear as day, and walked him to the dolly cart. Freddy had a built-in music box that plays "Toreador's March"  whenever the birthday kid wishes to he said. Gabriel though, wished they had given him different tunes to choose from and not just stuck to one melody. The kid greatly cares for the others and doesn't like the process they go through whenever William experiments on the remnant. But fortunately, the last one was 3 months ago so they're still okay.

"Thank you, Miss (Y/N). We're really lucky to have you here," the bear patted my head with his open paw and I gave him a warm smile. I strapped the animatronic on the dolly and pushed him outside of Parts and Service.

Henry helped me get him on the stage with his bandmates because he weighed a ton. Children shrieked in excitement when they saw the bear being set up. The man with glasses pressed something around Freddy's nape and the magic happens. He started singing their theme song with a much deeper yet calming voice, and even the parents were surprised.

"Would you look at that? You're getting the hang of this," Neil nudged my arm once I hopped down the stage. "Literally all you need is a pair of tweezers and some screwdrivers," I cocked a brow and a smirk.

"It's the concentration and the precision, (Y/N)," he made an 'ok' sign with his fingers, "You gotta have not-so-shaky hands for that job. Ness is a shaking mess and she's been doing this longer than you have."

"I HEARD THAT!" Vanessa yelled from another table she was serving, Neil snickering from it.

I linked my fingers together and stretched them to pop the air bubbles in my joints, along with my wrists. On the outside, I looked like I'm about to beat the shit out of someone but truthfully, my hands are just numb. Vanessa and the guys have been trying to give me some sort of comfort because of my tough situation with Henry being the most concerned.

Speaking of Henry, he was tapping my shoulder right now, "Kiddo, are you sure you're really fine? Do you need anything?"

"I'm okay, honest," I flashed a smile. "Is there anything else I can work with?"

Both Henry and Neil checked the clock behind them, "(Y/N), it's already 4 PM, you haven't even taken a break yet. You need to chill out a little, you're gonna overwork yourself."

I peeked from the side to see if it was that late, and I scratched my head in confusion, "Seriously? I thought it was still early or something." Frankly, I don't feel like I'm overworking, in fact, it's the opposite. There's this feeling that I'm barely doing anything or I'm lacking. Restlessness rises up whenever I'm free from work, always seeking to be productive because all I remember is literally sleeping from the side effects or exhaustion.

Against my will, I was pushed on the way to the break room and only told to return strictly in an hour. I opened the small fridge and opened one of the pizza boxes, grabbing two cold slices to reheat in the oven toaster. The coffee machine already had its brew done so I just took a cup, sipping from it. Its hot steam heavily reminded me of that kiss again. How can a first kiss be so perfect?