𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter twenty four || Good ending-

TW: Death, blood, heavy gore, swearing, knife usage

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You inhaled deeply as you pushed open the glass doors, feeling anxious.

You immediately spotted Afton. He looked frustrated as he tried to restock snacks in the vending machine. You swiped your tongue along the bottom row of your teeth, feeling nothing but absolute hate for this man.

Taking another breath, you plastered a happy facade on your face, unclenching your hands, the feeling of hate still brewing in the pit of your stomach.

You started walking towards him. The sound of your footsteps made his head whirl around to look at you, faking a smile. "Y/N, what are you doing here? Doesn't your shift start at midnight?" he asked casually.

You hated how casual he was acting. Like he isn't a serial killer. Like he doesn't want to kill you. Like he doesn't wanna see your blood on his hands. It infuriated you even more.

"Oh, y'know..just popping in to help out my buddy Dave" you put emphasis on his name, sounding a little too sarcastic.

He quirked a brow at your odd behaviour. He knew you were onto him. There was a slight pause, before you spoke again.

"Or should I call you..William?" you squinted your eyes at him, a fake confused expression on your face. You still felt a little nervous, you hoped your plan wouldn't fail, but you couldn't help but feel cocky, too.

As soon as those words left your lips, you watched his face fall. He gulped and felt his heart drop to his stomach. He felt worried all of a sudden, but only for a split second. No matter, he could just kill you and easily get away with it, just like all the other times.

"So, you know?" he asked, straightening up.

You scoffed. "Of course I fucking know. I kinda suspected you from the start until I gathered more evidence that you're a child killer"

"Well-" he started.

You cut him off "I mean, you must have had a motive right? Or are you just a psycho?" You started to slowly walk toward him.

"Was it your childhood?" you kept walking "Was your childhood so shitty that something inside you snapped, and you let your intrusive thoughts win, and start a massacre? I don't get it" you pressed.

You were doing this to get a reaction out of him. You wanted to make him angry, and eventually lash out on you. It was risky, but it was the only solution. He started walking backwards as you grew nearer to him. Good.

"Or do you just hate kids?" you continued. "I mean, if thats it, thats pathetic. Truly pathetic"

And then, he snapped. He pulled out a pocket knife, which you knew he had on him, and slashed your shoulder, and without thinking, ran away.

As you watched him run away, you casually strolled the backroom and grabbed the first aid kit and bandaged up the slash, whistling a tune to yourself like you had all the time in the world.

Meanwhile, Afton was in the office, both the doors closed. He didn't know why he ran into the office, he wasnt thinking straight. He mainly did it out of anger and confusion. After a few minutes, he realised you werent coming after him.

"Wait..am I seriously running from this kid?" he said in disbelief to himself. He shook his head. "Yeah, no. Shes fucking dead" He opened both doors again.

As he was about to walk out, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sight before him was a truly odd one to witness.

There was a group of small ghosts stopping his way out. There were 10 of them, all about 2 foot tall. Their bodies were gray, with black slits for eyes, and it seemed like they were crying with darker grey streams running down their faces.