| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter Twenty Three

|| ⇢ Blow my brains out⇢ ||

I found myself halfway through my shift, and the minutes seemed to drag on like molasses. The newest employee had been pestering me all day, and it was starting to wear on my nerves. He would whistle as he walked past, glancing over my shoulder to see what I was doing. It was as if he was constantly hovering, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

But it wasn't just his constant presence that was getting to me. No, it was the way he flirted with me, as if he thought he had a chance. I knew I'd never find myself attracted to him, but that didn't stop him from trying.

His words were like a snake's hiss, slithering through the air and leaving a trail of venom behind. I tried my best to ignore him, to focus on my work and tune out the sound of his voice. But it was a constant battle, and I found myself growing more and more frustrated with each passing moment.

As the clock ticked on, I could feel my patience wearing thin. I knew I had to find a way to get him to back off, to leave me alone and let me do my job in peace. But how could I do that without causing a scene? The thought weighed heavy on my mind, like a stone sinking in a pool of water. I knew I had to find a solution, and fast.

Even if he was gone for mere seconds, it would be a relief to catch my breath. I knew I had to find a way to escape his constant presence, to ask Kris if we could switch duties and give myself a break from the pestering.

But today, fate had other plans for me. I was on cleaning duty, tasked with scrubbing floors and tidying up the mess left behind by careless coworkers. The janitor had dipped for the day, leaving me to fend for myself in a sea of dust and debris.

As I worked, I could feel his eyes on me, following my every move like a predator stalking its prey. The man with the mullet, Rowan, was at that moment just following me around, blabbering about some random nonsense. His words were like a swarm of bees buzzing in my ear, and I felt my tolerance disintegrating by the second.

"Rowan," I hissed, turning to face him. "Yes, princess?" He purred, a sly grin spreading across his face. He knew just how to push my buttons, how to get under my skin and make me squirm.

"I forgot to mention..." I trailed off, an idea forming in my mind. "But William wanted to see you in the office." I felt a sense of satisfaction at the lie, knowing that it would give me a moment of respite from his constant presence. William knew I wouldn't just tell Rowan to come to his office, but in that moment, it was worth it to escape the clutches of the forsaken newbie.

I could see the panic in his eyes as my words sunk in, causing him to quickly excuse himself and dart down the hallway. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, leaving a trail of muddy footprints in his wake.

As I continued to sweep the floors, I could hear the scurrying and thuds of his shoes against the checkered tiles, the sound growing fainter as he moved further away. But soon enough, the footsteps were replaced with a series of frantic knocks, echoing through the hallway like a drumbeat.

I knew that I had succeeded in my ruse, that I had managed to escape the employee for just a little while longer. And as I stood there, listening to his frantic knocking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph wash over me. For once, I had managed to outsmart him, to stay one step ahead of his thick skull.

As I stood there, listening to the sound of Rowan's frantic knocking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I knew that I had managed to outsmart him, to escape his constant pestering for just a little while longer.

But as I continued to sweep the floors, I could hear the sound of two voices in the distance, their words and indistinct. One voice was British, the other a sharp southern drawl that seemed to cut through the air like a knife.