| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter eight

     ✧+ - His body acting up in secrecy. - +✧
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Blood warning .

William's POV.

"Henry, just shut the fuck up," I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. I could feel my temper flaring, my face contorting into a scowl as I listened to him talk.

"No, William! I don't know what you think of L/N but it's not something good," he said, his voice rising in pitch. "You can't just-"

"Goodness, Henry, what do you take me for?" I interrupted, my tone incredulous. "A psychopath? Do you think I'm going to stalk her or something? I'm not that kind of person! L/N is just... our best employee. I won't yell at her."

"William, she's not our best employee," he said, his voice softening slightly. "She barely started a week ago. That's not possible."

I sighed, loudly and deeply, the sound echoing through the empty office. "Bye, Henry," I said, my voice flat and emotionless. I hung up the phone and started getting ready to leave.

As i undid my tie, my thoughts began to wander. Who did Henry think he was, judging me like that? Did he really think I was a weirdo, a stalker, a psychopath? I wasn't any of those things. I was just... different. Unique. A little bit quirky, maybe, but that was part of my charm.

I had always been a bit of an outsider, never quite fitting in with the crowd. But that was okay. I didn't need their approval or their acceptance. I was content to be myself, to march to the beat of my own drum.

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With a heavy heart, I stepped out of my car and locked it up tight, tucking the keys away in my pocket. As I scanned the parking lot, my eyes fell upon Henry's car. Of course, he was already here. Just my luck.

I strode towards the door, my heart heavy with dread. I knew what was coming. And I knew I wasn't ready for it.

"William, we need to-" Henry began, but I cut him off with a curt shake of my head.

"Nope," I said, my voice cold and distant. He trailed after me like a lost puppy, his words falling on deaf ears. I wasn't in the mood for his games. I wasn't in the mood for anything.

As I slammed the door to my office shut, I felt a wave of anger wash over me. The events of last night came flooding back, and I knew I had to do something to distract myself.

I picked up a pen and began to write, the ink flowing smoothly across the page. But then, without warning, the pen ripped through the paper, sending shards of white flying everywhere.

With a heavy heart, I lifted the pen to my hand, wondering if it would write on there. I pushed down, dragging it across my skin, and felt a searing pain shoot up my arm.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the agony. When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw blood pouring out of a wound I had created. I looked at the pen only to discover.. It's a knife.

With shaking hands, I opened the second drawer of my desk, pulling out a roll of gauze and a bottle of ethyl alcohol. I knew what I had to do.

After I finished wrapping my hand, there was a knock at the door. I hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be. And then, a voice called out, "It's Y/N. Can I come in?"

I recognized her voice, and my heart leapt with joy. But at the same time, I felt a pang of guilt. I didn't want her to see me like this. I didn't want her to see me weak.

I got up from my office chair, unlocking the door before hastily sitting down again. After a few moments, she opened the door and walked in, her eyes scanning the room.

"Hey, Henry told me you were pretty upset and he sent me to check in on you," she said, resting her elbows on my desk. I only looked at her, questioning myself.

"Is that... blood on the desk? What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. I hesitated for a moment, wondering how to reply.

"Yeah. I had a tiny accident," I said, showing her my hand with the gauze wrapped around it. She gasped, taking my hand in hers and rubbing her thumb above where the gauze was.

I felt my cheeks growing hotter by the second, and I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "No, I'm a stoic person," I said, my voice cold and distant. It was true. I considered myself apathetic when it came to anyone but Y/N and my children.

"Well... if you say so. Anyways, I was just here to check up on you, so I'll see you around. Bye!" she said, grumbling as she let go of my hand and walked to the door. She gave me one last wave before closing the door, leaving me to my own thoughts.

As you sat there, the memory of her touch lingered on your skin like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day. You felt as if your whole body was buzzing, alive with a new energy that you had never experienced before. It was as if she had breathed new life into you, and you couldn't help but marvel at the way that her touch had made you feel.

You closed your eyes, trying to process the feelings that were coursing through your body. It had been so long since you had felt her touch, the last instance being when she had come for the uniform on her first day. You had never realized how much you had missed her until that moment, how much you had craved her touch and her presence.

As i opened my eyes, i realized that i needed to calm down. I had a long day ahead of me, and i couldn't afford to let my emotions get the best of me. But even as i tried to push the memory of her touch to the back of my mind, it lingered there like a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind of the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew that i needed to focus on the tasks at hand, to push aside the distractions and the temptations that threatened to derail my day.

I took another deep breath, letting the memory of her touch fade into the background. I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing i had the strength and resilience to overcome them all.