Robots, Rabbits, and Repressed Emotions

Y/N Gets Sold to the Child Murderer/ William AftonxY/N (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!!!!!!!!)

The mayor (the main village guy) gave William a modest shack-house to stay in. The mayor said he would give something for William to wear so he could wash his dirty clothes. While the mayor was gone, William paced around the room to see if there was anything shady. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, so William decided to check the bed. He kneeled on the floor next to the bed to check the bedsheets. Suddenly the mayor barged into the room with a bundle of clothing only after knocking a millisecond before.

"Here you go!"

William Afton was slightly regretting the fact that he didn't kill the guy. He, still holding the bed sheet in his hand, looked at what the mayor was holding.

"So, is this my clobber?"

"Um, this is your new clothing."

"Exactly what I said"

"Well, you can quickly get changed into this. Give your old clothes to me, and put the rest in there," he said while pointing to a humble closet that seemed to have been gathering dust at the top. "Also... what are you doing?"

William tilted his head innocently, bemused that such a question would have to be asked.

"Oh, just checking for the blood."

The mayor decided to just entirely ignore that answer and just remind him to go to the village square quickly—also the place where William almost killed him.

After William put the bedsheets back in place, he decided to check out the clothes the mayor had put on the table. As William got closer to the pile, he noticed that none of them were even the tiniest bit purple. William was furious that he was to be expected to wear something so bland that he could murder someone—quite literally.

With a scowl on his face, he stood in front of the pile and noticed there was a note on top of the clothes. Written was:

"Sorry if this is not to your liking. We only had the clothes from the theater, and our last play was about a crazy person obsessed with their pets."

Once he removed the note, his eyes finally noticed that there were tiny embroidered designs on them.

"A RABBIT!! THE ONE GOOD THING I'VE SEEN ALL THIS TIME!" William had burst into tears because of how happy he was to finally see beauty in this children-thriving other world. "Even though that guy spelt theatre wrong, I'll forgive him since he graced my eyes with these angels that descended into the world."

William gently slipped into his rabbit-themed outfit and quickly walked to the village square.

Since this was around evening time, the sky was a calming indigo—which brightened William's mood even more—and hanging lanterns illuminated the walkways. Up ahead, he could see that there was a giant campfire, and little embers would occasionally fly out of it like shooting stars. Next to it was a giant feast laid out on a long table with candles (not for eating) and savoury food.

The feast was... fine; they didn't have any British food; William missed his fry-up; but after that close run-in with that abomination of "food" people called "pineapple pizza," it didn't seem that bad. William chewed on something that was probably this world's equivalent to pork as people all around him were showering him with praise for being the "Chosen Hero" or whatever. William, however, was more preoccupied with the fact they were going to leave him alone with all the village children later. Giving him the perfect opportunity to do his favourite activity—murder. The villagers eventually stopped pestering him after a while, and William was finally left with peace and quiet.

William decided to pass the time by watching the people around him; they were all so strange. They all seemed so overexcited and happy, and there were disgusting children running around everywhere.