Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 56: ʀᴇᴡɪɴᴅ]彡

+++++ William's POV +++++

It completely slipped my mind to return to the pizzeria last night for I spent the whole day with my son, Michael. We arrived home around 8 PM, extending our pause from his mother's daily complaints about new clothes. Michael told me how he met Ms. Valentine, and she quickly recognized he was my son, considering how we have similar features, especially the shade of our eyes.

From my point of view, I like to think Michael and I are gradually reconciling our terrible father-son relationship. Chris himself reminded me before how his eldest brother ought to have his father by his side instead of him going through a condition of pain unaided. I understand where Chris is coming from, as I was the youngest child in my family, and I had an older brother.

This was the night I will question Charlie, so I started my car and began to drive on the empty side of the road. I'd already informed Neil beforehand about my arrival there, and Henry had to take care of paperwork outside of Hurricane. In case his daughter refuses to cooperate, the newly installed cameras would lead me to the answer.

Once I parked my car, I grabbed my back door key from the glove box and exited the vehicle. It was currently 10 PM, so I still have 2 hours to investigate this, that's more than enough. Though my only problem would be Cassidy, and both she and Charlotte simply do not come to terms. Their goals and abilities differ, but they share the same hatred towards me. If they could only imagine how much they can do if they worked together, not to mention how powerful they are compared to the other children.

The puppet's music box lies in front of me, resting on top of my barely-illuminated desk. The air slowly shifts into a chilling breeze, despite the lack of windows. Rays of light disappeared, and the office went completely black as I closed my eyes. By the time I lifted them back, a slender figure towered over my sitting body.

"Bold of you to come here," Charlotte began. "What is it this time? The experiment? Your son? Another victim to kill?"

"No, honestly," I answered.

"Did you take a sample of the remnant?"

Her horrifying pupils went dim as her flinging arms suddenly dropped to her sides. That answers everything, but now the question is, "What did you use it for?"

"None of your business, Afton."

"Oh it is very much my business, Charlotte. I created that, and what you happened to steal was the most successful sample," I glowered. "Did you use it on yourself? Your friends? I can turn them into mere silver liquids and you will never see or hear from them again. You are aware of that."

The idea seemed to have frightened the girl, the lights flickering over and over again that responded to her current mental state. I remained unfazed, staring into those lying pairs of silvers behind her mask. Children are very easily manipulated into experiencing a certain emotion, both alive and dead.

"I knew this would happen," I spoke, grabbing a yellow flashlight from the drawer. "I'll see it for myself." I went past the puppet and left the office, heading to the security room to watch the recorded nights. I could consider this room to be the least dangerous in the entire restaurant, animatronics won't just barge in and murder the nightguard, as long as the main power remains.

I locked the metal door and sat in front of the numerous monitors, adjusting their screens to my direction properly. The cleanliness of the room somehow put me at ease, and keeping it this way would surely make my darling glad once she returns from the city. I pulled another drawer open and placed the recorded tapes on a black table, dating from 2 weeks ago until this week.

When I started to preview each one of them, I noticed something odd. Most parts of the tapes were full of static, and the audio is incoherent. These cameras should be the newer models, so what is this?—Unless Charlie had learned to sabotage the footage for longer periods. The recording commonly stops at 2 AM, and only restores itself after an hour or so. Neil is the common denominator of the records, but judging from the screen, he didn't seem to notice the static nor was bothered to replay all. Possibly it was normal on his end.