Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

What happened in 1983? - 1

January 7th, 1983, 

My face was buried in papers and examinations of Charlotte Emily's found body. We had no actual evidence on who might've done it. I looked at one paper, her lifeless body was described in it. I sighed as I threw it in the air, it swirled in the air elegantly as it fell on the carpet. I adjusted my position on the hard plastic chair, it felt so uncomfortable sitting in something that was about to break down. 

The phone on my desk rang, I picked it up as I heard the voice of my colleague. 'What do you want?' I said, he seemed annoyed about my attitude.

'You need to come to Fredbear's he said. I rolled my eyes in irritation as I groaned. 'Are you serious?' I grabbed my pen as I started drawing some random animals. 'Yes, I'm serious. Can't you just do your job?'

'I do my best okay?' I hung up the cell phone. I rolled my eyes when I placed my hands on the sides of my chair for support while getting up. 'This office is really fucking shitty, how did they expect me to work in this shit hole' I grabbed my coat off of the coat hanger and put on my shoes, I always had problems tying my shoes correctly, so I still did the bunny through the loop thing. my keys were laying on the counter as my hand reached to it. I got ahold of my keys, they were slightly curved by some accident. I opened the door as I stepped on the metal staircase, My apartment was pretty high up, so the walk down the stairs took pretty long to finish. I cleared my throat as I took the last step down. There was some grass between the sidewalk cracks, and some pretty flowers were already growing in January. The sun was shining slightly above the clouds. 

I rode to Fredbear's, they gave me a really trashy car to drive in. I parked the car backwards, But when I stepped out, A warm breeze blew my hair out of my face, The building wasn't very tall. It was very wide. Ofcourse, the back area was smaller. 

'Hello miss..? L/n' A man with blonde curly hair stood in front of me. 'Yes? that's me' He lowered his glasses as they fell further down his nose bridge. Tears started swelling in his eyes when he looked upon the ground. 'What's wrong Mr. Emi- Oh, I'm sorry for your loss' He sniffed one more time before looking up again. 'Who could've done this to my girl?'

'We don't know, Sorry sir' he wiped glasses and dried his eyes with the cloth he probably had been using all day. I paused, I have been doing cases that I thought were taking so much more effort than simply a child's murderer, But I didn't know everything went that far. I looked at him, 'shall we go inside?' I asked him, he nodded carefully and followed behind me. 'it's a nice place you've gotten here' 

'Thanks..' He still looked at the ground. I couldn't have imagined what losing a child must've been like for him. 

The interview with the victim's father - Friend of the victim's father.

he opened the door to his office as we both sat down. 'So, have you been suspecting any strange or suspicious action by a certain person?' He shook his head, 'Not that I know of' He sniffed. 'Do you know anyone how might've seen anything related to the case' He shrugged. A frown was plastered on his face. 'Maybe, the co-owner?'

'Mr. afton?' He had always been a strange man, a little full of himself at some times, but creepy when you spoke to him alone. 'Could you bring him in here?' I asked. He was probably being interviewed by other officers. The door opened a minute later as the tall man walked in. 'Sit down' Mr. Emily said. But Afton's face was too serious. 'Hello Miss. L/n' He forcefully smiled, I held my hand out for him to shake it. 'Hello' He shook it, his hands were so cold they send shivers down my spine. He sat down in the chair infront of me, His lips curling into a smirk.

'I'm sorry about Charlie, Henry' Afton said. His mouth twitched into a slight smile at times, it made him look suspicious. I was trying to get a convincing alibi. 'Where were you on the night of the murder?'