Unholy Chapel

Chapter Thirteen; Why the sudden change, Darling?

TW: Cursing, Suggestive, Injured Reader, Mocking, Toxic Parenting, Shouting, Nudity, William Afton being William Afton

You woke up the morning after and felt sore. bruises littered your hips and upper thighs and though you couldn't see you guessed there was also some bruising or pain on your clit. William was sleeping next to you, the usually tense man looking surprisingly peaceful as he inhaled and exhaled, his eyes fluttering and long greying lashes stood out in the sun. he had thrown random clothes on before sleeping the night before, collapsing next to you whimpering and crying about how much he loved you.

your hand gently rested on his head as you looked for something to cover yourself up in. currently the thin white sheet was wrapped around you and trailing behind you as you got up. William woke at this moment to see you in this fit and in a sleepy haze saw you in a etherial white gown with hair messy and relaxed, your eyes soft and sleepy still as you had woken up moments before him.

The man muttered to himself as he sat up and realized he had just put on a tshirt and not pants so he quickly pulled the other sheet up. His bed had two sheets, because Sylvia liked being wrapped in the sheet like it was a rope and he preferred it to simply cover him and provide a protective layer between the comforter and his sweat. Seeing you in his sheets, gliding around the room like a bride on her wedding day set him right up for another day of pushing you into the sheets and hearing your cries ring around the house. 

He had missed calls on the house phone, saved on the VMX from his mother and apparently his brother who had heard the clash with court and while the children knew a woman and man would be coming over, they didn't know much about them beyond one would be angry and one would joke about it. you never asked about William's family but seeing you drop the sheet in the sunlight made him want to fuck you all over again.

When you had finished changing, ignoring William who was lightly grinding against his own hand in bed, you turned to find him pretending to be asleep. you had heard him and you could clearly see the hard-on he had. did he ever relax or not think about sex? this was one thought in your mind as you tucked the man in, jumping out of your skin when harsh footsteps and knocking happened at the closed door. this also jolted William 'awake' as he sat up, tossed pants on and tugged his shirt down before calling to the door "One Moment!" and getting up, fixing his face and other features of himself. You noticed his face tensed up, like he was preparing for someone harsh. he kissed your cheek which you stuck your tongue out at and he opened the door, revealing a much cheerier, younger looking version of your kidnapper.

"Willy! Mom, Cecelia and I are here to visit the lovely family you told us nothing about" there was a passive aggressiveness behind the voice which almost made you laugh. He had a bright and sarcastic way about him, opposite to William's dark and blunt or straight up disturbing nature. when the larger man saw you, his eyes lit up and he pushed William into the wall, smushing his face as he rushed to you and picked you up like you were a child. 

you yelped loudly and kicked your legs and gripped onto his arms. He set you down as quickly as he picked you up and introduced himself to you as Horace Jackson Afton. Both brothers were (Initial) J. A. It made you wonder what their mother and father were like. Were they simple people or were they just making it a joke. 

you thought about this as Horace shook your hand and congratulated you on both of your children. Your eyes went wide. you looked to William as if to ask what to say and he was wide eyed with long and delicate fingers making a cross in front of his mouth. you took this as a sign to lie about William's children. 

"Ah. thank you. they're a hassle but I love 'em." you smiled slightly at the man as he smiled back, letting your hand go gently. You looked to the door after hearing some shouts. Your instinct was Evan so you rushed ahead of both the Afton twins and bursting into the large living room to encounter a beautiful, pale skinned woman with long straight near-black hair. She wore a long maroonish colored gown that trailed slightly across the floor. the skirt swished with fabric as she turned to you. the hat she had on her head was tucked to hide her eyes but her mouth was a bright red with a sharp chin. her lips were tugged into a frown as the woman seemed to examine you. She didn't look all too old but if William and Horace were in their late 40's then she must have been in her 60's or 70's or even 80's and yet she oozed youth and firm standards.

Her hands were wrapped in a darker lace as she moved her body towards you, seeming to float across the sun-stained floor. as she stopped in front of you, you realized you were roughly the same height as her as you got a better view of the woman.

Sharp brown eyes cut thought what you now saw was a black lace brim, not a solid brim. You saw the victorian era makeup that stained her face. one hand reached up and tilted your chin up before you saw her look you up and down again. 

"Are you one of my grandchildren or are you a mistress?" she asked quite rudely. your face flushed as Horace and William stood behind you, William clicking in disappointment and Horace gasping and whispering "ohhhh...."

You swallowed as the woman continued, her dress very in fitting with the house. "Im asking because you are too young to have carried 4 children, oldest being a teenager and youngest being... well a child." she sniggered a bit, bringing a hand up to cover the smile. 

"William, do you want to take this over?" you looked back at him and saw his face crinkle as he looked between his mother and brother and explained who you were leaving the man and woman partially mortified but accepted you none the less.

As the Afton Family grew bigger, you became more acutely aware of how weird they were. Everyone had a major red flag but balenced it out with intelligence or kindness. 

Mrs. Afton never once took off her hat, only tilted it back as she conversed with the children. She laughed when your face would scrunch or twist, however she made up for it with a sharp mind and a surprisingly dark sense of humor.

 Horace would call you small, and young, but was a kind man with a golden retriever nature to him. you found he enjoyed knitting for the local care center, and he volunteered nearly every spare minute at the soup kitchen under an Alias.

William was the worst of them all, with a dark aura and his toxic trait was he fucking kidnapped you, but he barely made up for that with his love and devotion to you. He had noticed your change in disposition, how you leaned against him slightly, and how you had whispered to yourself when you woke up that you loved him. He had won, and would continue to win you over until you would want to marry him.

William was a red flag in a field of green ones, and you had fallen into the rabbit hole it warned against.

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