Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 47: ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ]彡

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"Okay you idiots, I don't want you shattering anything—Holden! Anna! This is no place to make out! These damn overgrown kids..." The teacher groaned in pure annoyance, rubbing her temples. We were on a class trip for our history subject, and what better place to go other than a museum? "(Y/N), you don't need to be here..." she put a hand on my back.

"No," I said sternly, "I'm required to be here." For days, I've gotten looks of pity from my classmates, teachers, and even strangers because of how red my eyes were. I barely slept or ate at all and I kept spacing out. My hands would shiver from time to time, thinking about what I did. I can't tell anyone, or else they'd send me to an asylum.

This was the same museum I went to with Victor when we were kids. It had new floors, ceilings, and bigger rooms now. The layout changed, and its atmosphere seemed less bizarre. Our tour guide told us to line up and follow him while he held up a sign that says "Follow" and "Stop". He led us to various artifacts like paintings, sculptures, and pieces of jewelry. No one was really interested, their eyes were all on their phones. That is until we reached the final part of our tour.

The air became heavy, and everyone's feet felt like they were stuck on the floor once their eyes landed on the room before us. Old newspapers and photos were framed on the walls, but that wasn't the bone-chilling part, it was the two animatronics under a flickering yellow light. Their eyes looked so hollow, their insides hardly illuminated by the lights.

Near the entrance of the room was somewhat a new addition to the collection. A black marionette, emerging out of a white gift box with a wooden cross brace hanging on the ceiling. Its white mask had faded red paint on the cheeks and lips, yet the blue streaks that resembled tears looked permanent as no signs of fading were present.

There was something off about it, and my small suspicion became stronger when I thought I saw white pupils behind the hollow eyes. Its head slightly bobbed upwards, then tilted sideways.

"(Ƴ/Ɲ)...?"

Its hoarse and ghastly voice sent shivers down my spine. I twitched at the mention of my name, and no one heard it. I'm just hallucinating, this isn't real. I'm slowly spiraling into madness, but don't show it (Y/N). Whatever you do, don't show it...

It said my name again, so I strayed far away from it and plugged in my earphones to drown it out. I've been using this a lot just to stop hearing my surroundings. I don't need to hear their distinctive whispers about me... They'd only become a nightmare to me and I've had enough of those.

🎶You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything

🎶You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you

"OKAY!" The tour guide yelled into his microphone and everyone screamed, except me because it was muffled. "Terrifying, aren't they?" he gestured at the two robots that easily towered over him. Now, this caught their attention.

"Without using your phones, who can take a guess who's this?" The guide pointed at a ruined bear.

"It's Fredbear, right?" someone in the front answered.

"Correct!" The male cheered at last. "Now, who can tell me who's this one?" his pointed finger now shifted to a tattered rabbit. The students whispered at each other, muttering wrong guesses after another as I merely bobbed my head to the drumbeat of my secret melody.