| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter thirteen

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I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the car pulled up to an unassuming house, its humble exterior belying the sinister intentions of its owner. I had braced myself for the worst, expecting to find myself trapped in some remote, foreboding abode. But fate had smiled upon me, and I was grateful for the reprieve. As the reality of my situation sank in, I began to question my decision to stay. Did I really want to be alone with this man? The more I looked at him, the more I felt a creeping sense of unease. His eyes seemed to bore into me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something dark and sinister. I shuddered at the thought of what might lay beyond those walls, and wondered if I had made a terrible mistake. What, are his walls covered roof to floor in pictures of little children?

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as we approached the door, earning a quizzical glance from my companion. "Just a silly thought," I explained with a sheepish grin. He nodded in understanding, fishing out a set of keys from his pocket to unlock the door.

As soon as the door creaked open, a chorus of tiny voices assaulted our ears. "Daddy! Daddy! Where have you been?" they clamored, vying for his attention. I was taken aback to learn that he had children, and struggled to hide my surprise. "Father, who's that behind you?" one of them asked, peering curiously at me.

"This is my employee, Y/N," he replied smoothly, as a little girl latched onto my legs. "Hi Miss Y/N, we know so much about you!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, even as a pang of discomfort nagged at me.

Seemingly not amused, he gently shooed the children away, promising to catch up with them later. I was amazed at how well-behaved they were, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at their idyllic family life.

William led the way as we stepped inside, and I followed suit, eager to see what my temporary abode would look like. "Let me show you to your room," he offered graciously, and I nodded gratefully.

"Miss Y/N's staying with us?!" a little girl with orange hair exclaimed, her eyes widening in excitement. "Yes, Lizzy, she's staying here. Only for a little while, though," he replied with a chuckle.

"Yay!!! Miss Y/N!! Have a tea party with me!!! Please!!!" she begged, tugging at my hand eagerly. Before I could respond, her older brother chimed in. "..Elizabeth, she has a huge scratch on her face. She can't have a tea party if she's bleeding. Dummy," he scolded, earning a glare from his sister.

"Yeah, it's called a gash Michael. Oh my gosh! How did you get that?!" she exclaimed, tugging me towards her with surprising strength.

"It's just a small accident, that's all," I reassured her with a smile. "Alright Lizzy, let her go. We need to treat her ouchie," William interjected, taking charge. He led me to a sleek, modern bathroom, pulling out a stool for me to sit on.

"I fell, okay?" I snapped back at him, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. "I'm losing blood here. It's been soaking my hoodie for the past hour and a half. Can you just patch me up?" I pleaded, hoping he would drop the subject.

He seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst, but quickly got to work cleaning and patching up the wound. As he worked, he spoke up again. "Speaking of, you don't get a gash this huge by falling. It's almost so deep you need stitches for it," he observed, causing me to gasp in shock and anger.