| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter four

✢ §—— Hot chocolate and nervousness ! ——§ ✢

As I started to make my way home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. It was a relief to have the day off, to be able to take some time for myself and do whatever I wanted. Despite the lingering thoughts of what I had seen and smelled earlier, I felt okay. I knew that I would be able to move past it eventually, to put it behind me and move on.

But as I walked, my thoughts started to drift towards the events of the previous night. It was as though I couldn't escape them, couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Was it a dream, or was it a nightmare? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. What if they had planned something vile? What if they were out there, right now, waiting for their next victim?

The thought was enough to make my heart race, to make me feel like I was suffocating. It was a reminder of the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface, the evil that could be hiding in plain sight. It could be anyone, I realized, a family man or an introvert who hasn't had romance in forever. The thought was enough to make me want to run, to hide away from the world and never come back.

But I knew that I couldn't do that. I knew that I had to face my fears, to confront the darkness head-on. It was the only way to move forward, to find some semblance of peace in a world that could be so cruel. So I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and kept walking. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that I would face it with courage and determination.

As I walked down the street, lost in my thoughts, my phone suddenly started vibrating in my pocket. I let out a sigh, mentally begging for it not to be Henry asking me to come back into work. I shuffled a little bit, trying to delay the inevitable, before eventually picking up the phone and putting it close to my ear.

"Hey! It's lo, Are you at work?" came the cheerful voice on the other end.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Yes, obviously I pushed work aside to answer you," I replied sarcastically. "No, I threw up. I have to go home."

"Oh no, are you okay?" they asked, concern in their voice.

"It wasn't like... a sick throw up," I explained. "More like I saw something nasty and threw up because of it. But yeah, I'm free. I'm hungry anyway, since I threw up basically everything I've eaten in the past two days. And probably a lot of stomach acid. I could eat a horse," I ranted, fiddling with the keychain I had latched onto my phone case.

It was a strange feeling, to be so hungry and yet so sick at the same time. But I knew that I had to eat, had to keep my strength up if I was going to recover. And besides, there was nothing like a good meal to take your mind off of things. So I agreed to meet up with my friend, to go out and do something, anything, to take my mind off of the events of the past few days. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew, but I was determined to try.

"Ok, ew, No need to be graphic. Wanna go to... Monet's? You know, the popular café close by the centre of the town?"

"Um,  yeah- 'Course! Never been there though. You've gotta send directions. When do you wanna meet?"

"Wow, isn't hurricane your childhood city? who hasn't been to the most popular café in town?" Lo hysterically laughed into the microphone of the phone.

"Ok Mr. Whistle. At least i don't  sound like a- Heh, raccoon boiling in a kettle when i laugh," ..
"Lo-ho-how, Y/N, Lo-ho-how. Meet there in 20. I sent you the directions, Love ya slash platonic!"

Who says slash platonic out loud?
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As we sat there, enjoying our hot chocolate and gossiping about everything and anything, I couldn't help but feel like a pair of eyes was watching me. It was like a constant presence, hovering in the background and making me feel uneasy. I tried to push the feeling aside, but it lingered like a dark cloud over my head.