Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 63: ʜᴀᴘᴘɪᴇꜱᴛ]彡

+++++ (Y/N)'s POV +++++

My head felt like it was being crushed by a hydraulic press on both sides, and my arms were sore from the axe swinging. Every part of me wanted to collapse on the floor, not to mention I'm slowly getting numb from the hands up to my shoulders, I'm just using the axe as a cane. The thunders outside would startle me every now and then, but they served as my own alarm; a constant reminder that I needed to leave now. But I couldn't, not like this.

Both my legs gave out and I fell down to my knees, facing the dismantled animatronics. I heard them scream in pain with every hit I did. Even if they sounded like recordings, the fact that I also heard their real voices made the experience worse...

"(Y/N)...?"

That voice compelled me to look behind my back.

"William...?" I whispered. "No...Wh-What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be here!"

Clearly, he was horrified by the sight of his beloved creations in pieces. Their endoskeleton joints shattered, their eyeballs detached from their original places, and pieces of their accessories lay scattered all over the floor. He became more terrified when he saw his very suit on the stage destroyed, and I made sure to turn it irreparable, including Fredbear. None of these can be salvaged, not even their shells, considering the amount of heavy damage; the tears were too large.

You could say I was internally panicking, but I was too tired to show it. No one was supposed to see this, at least until I was out of the scene. Now, all I could do is sigh, and look at the frozen man standing under the doorway. "You're confused," I said, gripping the axe handle, "Confused why I'm doing this, and I was literally fixing them 2 weeks ago."

"No, my love... That's not my concern," he finally spoke.

"Then why are you here?"

He formed a despondent smile and said,  "To see you off."

My lips parted a bit from surprise. I would've imagined him going to Jeremy's apartment, yet the place he goes to is this pizzeria. "Who told you?" I asked.

"Chris did," William answered, walking towards me and held one of my hands. Anger never showed on his face, the emotion of sadness took over it instead. This must be hard for him...

He glanced at the ball pit, grabbed one of the plastics and inspected the red substance on it. "I remember you avoiding this area at any cost, I thought it was odd at first but now, I understand why."

"This..." he pointed at the ball pit. "Is what brought you here."

"And now, you're using it to go back..."

He sounded more sorrowful this time, and maybe it was worse when he figured it out. I was left speechless again, not that I needed to say anything about it because it was never meant to be known. Jeremy won't tell, I'm sure of it, and Charlie won't as well.

"You watched the records?"

"I did."

"Maybe I should've gotten rid of those first," I chuckled. "But yeah, you got the gist of it. I'm impressed."

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" I questioned, and this somewhat made him react differently; pulling me into a loving embrace.

"I can never bring myself to be mad at you, darling. Not now, not ever. I've hurt you too much already... and you've suffered so greatly."

My arms were on his back right away, clutching onto his purple top. His heart beat loudly, in sync with mine. We're both refusing to let go of each other, for we know it's our last. The lavender scent on his shirt filled my nose, and it gave me some sort of drowsy comfort like it always does. This was one of the things I loved about him. Despite his character as a serial killer, this kind of comfort was second to none, enough to make me melt.