Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Fourteen

William’s POV:

I looked over the pictures hung strategically in the foyer. I saw what he meant by the faded ones being from his birth parents, they were slightly burned and the couple in them looked much more like (y/n). His mother looked like she could pass as a woman bodybuilder with how lean she was. Hell, both her and his dad looked sculpted. No wonder (y/n) has the body he does, I figure the scars were from his and his sister, Ilonna I think?, fighting. He looks hot with them, all things considered. Him and his literally hot body. 

Tugging myself from my thoughts, my attention took in the photos before directing to a painting above the desk. I stepped closer to it to get a better look. It’s a painting of what looks like a pack of six wolves. The largest two looked like the parents of four pups of differing ages. The smaller adult was off-white with an almost champagne colour pattern and yellow eyes. The other adult was brown and grey with light brown eyes.

    Three of the pups were variations of light brown and champagne while one, the most mixed of the four and sitting between the white one’s paws, was an off-white and grey pup with light brown toes, around the eyes, muzzle, inside the ears, and patches around its neck. It had a silverish red toned pattern on its chest, shoulders, legs, and face. It definitely had the most peculiar of colourings. The strangest thing that stood out to me in the painting was the lone pup’s eyes. They were (e/c) and seemed to stare out of the painting. Something about it was very familiar but I couldn’t place why. 

That lone wolf pup stuck in my mind the rest of the day, even after I’d left (y/n)’s at 11 in order to go home and get ready to work and still make it there on time. Micheal, of course, had jokes to make about my not being home last night. Though, he mostly got on my nerves with them and only stopped after I’d given reason to know I was in no joking manner. “William! Good news! I got the new hire, Fritz, to agree to be put on the dayshift since we already have (y/n),” Henry walked into my office with his usual cheerful attitude. 

“Good, good! I’ve already let (y/n) know about that, by the way,” I let him know, relieved that we had at least two cooperative employees. 

“Oh good! When did you have the opportunity to do that?” he looked confused, sitting himself down in the plush armchair to the right of my desk.

“Last night when I got off, I went to fulfil a favour he’d asked of me. I was able to tell him about it then,” I half-heartedly explained, not bothering with the details. I was more focused on the plans for the upcoming week. We had a few shipments coming in tomorrow, so that’d be perfect timing for Fritz to start, “Also, we’ll need all workers on the floor tomorrow morning for the shipments we’re getting in. Half is for the kitchen, and half is for backstage. We also have new stage lights of a different brand coming on Tuesday, they keep blowing out.” 

I read from the schedule for the week, glancing up every now and then to make sure Henry was paying attention.

“Alright, that’s good to know. I’ll call Fritz and let him know he’s to start tomorrow morning at 6, what about (y/n)?” he was paying attention, thankfully.

“Leave him be, he won’t take too kindly to being called in for a double,” I waved the idea off, “You’ve the luck to have not heard him being stern, Henry. As entertaining as it’d be to watch, I don’t want to have him here while angry.”

“Have you heard him angry…?” he held a look of worry on his face, knowing that I’m not the easily-intimidated type of person. 

“Mildly, but it was towards me,” I earned a frustrated huff from my partner on the other side of the room, as expected.

“Really William?? Already?” Now he was just being overdramatic, it wasn’t that big of an ordeal. 

“He’s immensely formal, Henry! I can’t help but push a few buttons to see what happens, even if it leads to me being chastised. (Y/n) is very good at putting people in their place, you see,” I defended myself with a chuckle, though I remember the guilt I’d felt after he snapped back. It’s not every day a relatively attractive man outdoes my command. Even if he is shorter than me, he can certainly make me feel belittled.