💜William Afton Oneshots💜 - fem reader

𝟗 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆

I have never really believed in the existence of gods, it always seemed like a bunch of silly superstition to me - just made up crap to control the unwashed masses of the general public. But all of that changed, after one fateful night...

''Sir, you are going to have to leave the building or security WILL forcefully extract you.'' I told the rampaging customer who stood in front of me. He was absolutely fuming, just because I had been a couple minutes later delivering his drink than he wanted. God I hate this job, the people I have to serve are so rude, and inconsiderate. Though that's something I just have to put up with, and I'm telling you now, it is one of the worst things to have to endure.

''No, you should've delivered my drink faster you dumb bitch!'' He screamed back at me, tossing his mug of piping hot coffee directly at me. My eyes grew wide, and I shielded my face with my arms, bracing myself for the world of pain that was about to come my way.

But something strange happened, there was no pain. No burning, no excruciatingly hot liquid pouring all over my arm, causing me to shriek in pain, no gasping and screaming from the crowd that had formed around me. Absolutely nothing, just dead silence. I stood for a second with my arms still in front of my face, thinking that he was waiting for me to uncover myself so he could get a better shot at me. But nothing happened.

When I deemed it safe to show myself once more, I was greeted with the coffee mug right in my face, floating in mid air. It was coated in a purple aura, and was hovering directly in front of me. My eyes scanned the levitating beverage, and I realised that it really was just suspended in the air. Seemingly, by some unknown ulterior force.

I looked around at the people who had surrounded me and the man, and they were all seemingly frozen in time - even though they didn't have the same purple aura as the drink. They all whispered and conspired with each other, before some exited the building in small packs. But then, out of nowhere, a large booming sound could be heard, similar to that of thunder.

 I looked back over to my aggressor, but what I saw was not a man anymore, it was a mere mess of shattered bones, punctured organs and twisted flesh. The body lay convulsing on the ground, twitching and shaking violently in a pool of its own blood, causing some to splatter onto the customers running out the door as they desperately attempted to escape the gory scene unfolding before them.

Screams and shrieks could be heard throughout the cafe, as the remaining  people also  saw what had happened to the man, and they all ran to the door, scrambling to get out.  I also wanted to scream at this sight, it was truly a horrifying sight, but something in my mind suppressed the urge to succumb to fear. A gut instinct, something deep inside of me.

Any normal person would've just left the drink alone, and went home to process what they had seen - especially considering the severity of the incident - but not me. I was curious about this, I wanted to find out what was making this happen, and possibly harness its power. I know, it sounds like I'm some sort of evil supervillain here (I promise I'm not), but I am genuinely just really REALLY confused, and curious of course.

My eyes darted around my surroundings, and I saw that no one else was here. They had all most likely filtered out with the rest of the customers when they saw this ''miracle'' happen. I returned my attention to the cup, which had stayed still during the whole affair, the purple aura still surrounding it.

I stood and examined it a bit closer for a couple minutes, trying to see what could possibly have caused the object's seemingly unexplainable levitation. I didn't want to believe it, but the only suitable explanation would to be to assume that this was the work of the supernatural. 

I got a slightly closer look at the aura of the mug while thinking about possible causes of the sudden pause, when I saw that there were small swirly patterns in it, ones that could possibly be hieroglyphics, or - at a stretch - read as words, slightly. I instantly pulled the notebook and pen out of my back pocket and started to draw the symbols out. They looked like this: