| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter ten

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I wiped the drops of sweat threatening to spill onto the floor from my forehead. "Geez, that pizza stain was not ready to go. How does one stain take 2 and a half hours to finish?" I muttered to myself.

I grabbed the small basket of items I had used so I could take it back to the supply closet, letting out a sigh of relief. As I stood up, I was startled by William. I yelped and fell down to the floor.

"Oh... hi," I looked him straight in the eye, trying not to look uncomfortable or to lose my composure.

"Hi, L/N. Your shift ended an hour ago," he replied with a small chuckle.

"Oh, it did? Sorry if I held you back. I just had to clean this pizza stain. I was just gonna head back to the supply closet," I told him. He reached out a hand, but I didn't want to touch it, so I just stood up myself and brushed my uniform down.

"...Right... Er, well, you didn't hold me back. I just got out, and I saw you still here. You go put it back. Can you lock up for me? I was just about to leave," he said, holding a confused look on his face, probably because I didn't take his hand.

"Yeah, sure. I already have a copy of the keys, so... I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Mr. Afton," I said, grabbing the basket once again and turning my back to him, walking towards the supply closet.

"Bye, Y/N," I heard the door close behind me, and I let out another sigh of relief that he was gone. "What is his deal? Ever since I started working here, he's been acting weird," I thought to myself. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something going on with him that I didn't know about.

'Oughhh. I won't yell at Y/N. She's special."

The moment I arrived to pick up my uniform, his face contorted like he had just witnessed a brutal accident. Was he calling me an ar-tard? The 'doofus' kind of special? The image of the 'Missing teeth' Joobi emoji comes to mind. Haha.

Suddenly, my thoughts were shattered as my face collided with the supply closet door. "Fuck!" I cursed. How could I be so stupid? Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I tried to quell the surging pain. "God fucking damn it."

As I reached for the door handle, I heard whispers. Children's voices. "He's infatuated!" "We cannot let him get to her." "We must safeguard." "Indeed..." "Shush." "Cassidy?" "I sense... a presence, outside the door..." "Quick, leave." Each voice different from the last.

My hands trembled. Were these my own thoughts, or was I losing my mind? Inhaling deeply, I pushed down on the door handle, the door creaking open ever so slightly. I closed my eyes.

The silence was deafening, and my heart pounded in my chest as I slowly opened the door to its fullest.

Nothing. I exhaled, relieved, and quickly put the basket back in its place.

But as I turned around, a voice spoke again. "Y/N. Don't let him get to you." It sounded like static, and I struggled to understand what was being said. "..What..?" I managed to reply.

Then, a clearer voice let out a sigh. "We'll be guarding you." The panic inside me threatened to spill over into tears.

All I could think to do was run.

As I ran, my heart raced with fear, and I looked around frantically, desperate to find a way out. But as I searched, I began to feel as though I was losing my mind. Was I starting to hallucinate?

The walls around me seemed to warp and shift, and I could see blood emerging from the ceiling, running down the walls like a river of terror. Each splash on the ground filled me with more and more fear.

And then, I heard it. Footsteps.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I turned my head, and there it was. An animatronic, its cold metal frame glinting in the dim light.

I started hyperventilating, my mind racing with fear. What the hell was happening? I was running in blood, and now there was an animatronic chasing me?

I tried to focus on my escape, but my eyes kept returning to the blood on the floor. And that's when it happened. I tripped, and the animatronic caught up to me.

I turned to face it, my heart pounding in my chest. It was about to smash my head in with its heavy arm when...

I woke up, my heart racing with fear, sweat pouring down my face. It was just a dream?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. But as I looked around the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. What if it wasn't just a dream? What if it was something more?

my alarm blared, my ears ringing with its shrill cry. I scrambled to cover them, my heart racing with the unexpected noise. With a swift kick, I silenced the alarm, and I stumbled out of bed, my feet carrying me to the bathroom.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wince. My hair was a rat's nest, and I looked like I hadn't slept in days. I grabbed my brush, running it through my hair, trying to tame the wild mess.

But as I looked at the time on my phone, I felt my heart sink. My alarm had gone off two hours before it was supposed to. What the hell was going on?

I sighed, knowing that there was no way I could go back to sleep now. My mind was too consumed with thoughts of the animatronic that had haunted my dreams. Its yellow hue was all I could remember, but I knew that there were only two animatronics that fit that description: Springbonnie and Fredbear.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that clouded my mind. I was probably just overthinking things, letting my imagination run wild. But even as I tried to convince myself that it was all in my head, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that I was probably going insane. But as I looked back at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this than I realized.

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As the delicious aroma of pancakes wafted through the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had always loved cooking, and seeing the joy on my parents' faces as they entered the kitchen was a reward in itself.

My mother's eyes lit up at the sight of the pancakes, and she eagerly dug in, her mouth already full. My father, ever the stoic figure, thanked me for the meal, but I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

As I watched them eat, I couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between the two of them. My mother was always so carefree and playful, while my father was more reserved, almost as if he was trying to conceal his emotions.

With a chuckle, I packed up some of the pancakes for later, knowing that I wouldn't have time to eat them now. As I made my way out of the kitchen, my mother's voice trailed after me, begging me to stay and enjoy the meal with them.

But I knew that I couldn't. My mind was already racing with thoughts of the day ahead, and I needed to get going. As I closed the door behind me, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The noise and chaos of my parents' breakfast had been overwhelming, and I needed some space to think.

As I walked down the street, my thoughts consumed me. Today was going to be a long day, that much was certain. But as I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing mind, I knew that I was up for the challenge.