Metanoia...William Afton

Chapter 9. The Epic Brawl of Pillows

"Wow, wow, so while I had to vacuum carpets 10 times in one day you got to chill with Mr. Afton for 3 hours?"

Y/N and Jeremy were at Y/N's house hanging out in her bedroom. It was the weekend after her first week of work, and she was exhausted from it. She wasn't used to waking up so early, or doing that much manual labor. Having a relaxing hangout with her best friend is exactly what she needed.

"Nobody told you to vacuum that many times Jerm," Y/N chuckles. She knew Jeremy wasn't exaggerating when he said that, he genuinely vacuumed that carpet 10 times in one day. "Besides, we didn't just chill, we did work," it was half true, it was mainly William doing all the work. She handed him tools, she considered that work.

"Like what?" Jeremy crossed his arms, curious as much as he was salty. 
"We built an endo-skeleton together," Y/N had a small triumphant smile on her lips as she spoke. It only widened when Jeremy's face shifted to a look of surprise.
"Woah, since when did you know how to build those things?"

"Hah, funny story, I don't," she laughed dryly, "William's the one who's doing most the work, I'll admit. I'm helping though, so maybe I will learn how to build them...eventually," she mumbled the last part quieter than the rest.

"William you say? He lets you call him William?" Jeremy gawked playfully, "He never lets me call him that, I always have to call him Mr. Afton." Jeremy wasn't mad, he was just being his usual stupid self.

"Maybe he just likes me better, ever think of that?" Y/N throws one of her pillows at him, since they were sitting on her bed. Jeremy chucks the pillow back with more force, "No way, I'm literally perfect. Plus, me and Mr. Afton go way back! I knew him like 2 weeks longer than you. We bonded a lot during those 2 weeks."

Jeremy, though he may be joking, could not be farther from the truth. William couldn't stand Jeremy, not at all. That boy knew how to get on every last nerve of his. Maybe this was amplified by jealousy. It's not like William viewed Y/N as property, but he hated how close she was to the annoying lanky waiter.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she allows the pillow Jeremy threw to hit her in the face. "I'm sure those 2 whole weeks you guys bonded was riveting." she slowly smirks, "But," she leaned into Jeremy and poked his nose tauntingly, "I have his phone number," she sang slightly.

Jeremy couldn't help but crack a smile, "Yo, dude, no way. Really?"
"Don't believe me? I'll show you," Y/N pulled her smartphone from her back pocket and entered her passcode quickly. After searching through her contacts she found William's newly added number.

"He gave it to me so I can keep helping him with his project. He talked about making it my official job too," she handed Jeremy her phone. He snatched it and stared at the screen in slight disbelief.

"Purple guy? What's that about?" 

"Long story. The point is that I got his number, and he wants to make me sorta his official assistant. I think he likes me way better than you."

"I don't believe you, I'm calling him."

"What-? No! Jeremy don't-" Y/N's shit-eating grin dropped as she tried to get her phone away from Jeremy. She didn't want him to disrupt William. Also, the fact she was talking about him would be a little embarrassing. The whole situation was a bucket of nope.

Jeremy, being stronger and taller than Y/N held the phone over his head. He had already pressed the "call" button, now he was just waiting for someone to answer.

"Jeremy no, please! He's gonna think we're weirdos! I just got his number!" her voice had a slight plead to it alongside a hint of urgency. He'd never ask her to help him again if Jeremy called and said something stupid.

"Oh c'mon, he already thinks I'm a weirdo, who cares?" Jeremy laughed watching Y/N fight her way to grab the phone. Obviously, she did not succeed in grabbing it. "Yeah well, I don't want him to think I'm weird too!" Nobody answered the call, lucky for Y/N. However, he did have a voicemail, unlucky for Y/N.

"Shit, went to voicemail, guess I'll have to leave a message," Jeremy shrugged. Y/N lets out a loud groan, "Jeremy no!"

After a long beep, Jeremy began to leave his message, "Heyyyyy Mr. Afton! It's Jeremy, y'know, the coolest waiter at your fine establishment? I was just feeling a bit lonely, I've missed you...What are you wearing?" He wiggles his eyebrows as he spoke. He tried to sound like a smooth phone-sex operator. Y/N face-palms and eventually snatched the phone back, ending the call.

The voicemail was sent.

Her face was bright red.

"Stop trying to hit on Mr. Afton I don't think he swings that way," Y/N buries her face into her mattress in shame, wanting to crawl into a ball and die.

"Great, I've left a good first impression," she thought to herself. It didn't matter if Jeremy was the one who left the voicemail, it was via her phone. It's gonna make her look bad. Jeremy meanwhile was laughing loudly next to her. If this was happening to anyone else Y/N would find humor in it.

"I can fix him, just give me time," Jeremy said nudging Y/N, "C'mon, lighten up, that was hilarious!"
Y/N shoots him a glare and stifles a small laugh, a small smile on her lips. She couldn't stay mad at Jeremy. She grabs her pillow and began hitting him over the head repeatedly. She used a significant amount of force, considering it was a pillow it wouldn't hurt.

"Hey!" Jeremy yelps and tried to run away, Y/N just grabs him by the sleeve and holds him in place.
"Oh no you don't-" she says, hitting him more with the pillow, "this is only payback, it'll be over soon," she smiled wider.

"Please spare me!" his voice was muffled by the feathery weapon hitting his face over and over again, "Have mercy!" he choked, pretending to die. His tongue rolls out of his mouth and he closed his eyes. "My soul will live on..."

Y/N finally stops hitting him and snickers, "God you're horrible at playing dead." Jeremy crossed his arms and faked offense, "Well there goes my niche life-long passion of becoming a fake dead body in a movie. Way to crush my dreams Y/N."

Clicking her tongue, Y/N smacked his face one final time with the pillow. "Bleh, don't care."
"Fuck you," Jeremy flips her off, Y/N returns the loving gesture, "Love you too,"