Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

Mortuary. - 2

8th of January, 1983

I jumped up from my bed, covered in sweat. 6:30 'Oh fuck' 

6:45

I had gotten almost everything done in those 15 minutes. Dress up, brush my hair, my teeth, stuff like that. I sighed as I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, It was almost coming off with the ugly brown paint. The cell phone at my desk rang. 'Yes?'

'You didn't give me your address' 

'It's *** *** ****' I rolled my eyes. 'You have a really bad attitude you know that?' my jaw dropped. I could easily kill this guy right then. 'Oh I didn't know that' I sarcastically said. I hung up the phone. 'Why can't he just leave me alone jesus' I threw my hands in the air as I left the apartment. I walked down the metal stairs, it took a while to get down as my hips were starting to hurt from the impact of stepping down. 

20 minutes later

He finally drove by. 'I'm over here dumbass!' I waved at the car as it drove past me. 'Oh my god how is this idiot so stupid?!'

'Here!' I yelled again. I couldn't see the car after a while, I sighed as I let myself fall down on the sidewalk. I could finally catch a glimpse of his old 70's car. 'I told you where you were supposed to go!' 

'I know, I know' He sighed as he stepped out of the car. He held out his hand for me to take it, I ignored his offer as I pushed myself up, wiping the dirt off of my pants. 'Are you ready to go?' He asked with a smile on his face. 'Mhm' I muttered under my breath. We both got in the car, it wasn't as shitty as mine. 'So, how are you?' He asked me, with that kind of fake smile that you would put on while being extra nice to everyone at a party. 'I'm tired, you?' 

'I'm good' He squint his eyes at the road, attempting to read a flyer that fell off of a wall. 'Are we going?' I asked, I felt like I needed to rush for no reason. 'Are you in a rush or something?'

'No?' I rolled my eyes. The acceleration was a bit too fast as he started driving. I held the sides of the chair gently as we turned. 'I hope you crash and die' I muttered. 'What did you say?' He asked me. 'You'll die too stupid fuck' He said. He tapped the wheel as he carefully sped up through the traffic. 'At least I'll be done with you' I rolled my eyes. 

'What did I ever do to you, huh?' My eyes widened, my mouth began twitching into a frown. 'Are you serious? You stole my case!' I yelled. He rolled the window down as it began getting hot in the car. He shrugged. 'That was like 2 years ago!' He shouted. I was about to lose my temper. 'You are such a fucking dick head! I never even liked you!' I sat back with my arms crossed. 'Well, I'm sor-' He trailed off as he saw the expression on my face. 'I hope we crash' I whispered to myself. 

7 minutes later

We finally arrived at the hospital, we were brought to the mortuary by some nurse who seemed to be new around there. 'It's in here ma'am' She opened the door, the room was painted in a white-greyish color. 'Do you know where Charlotte Emily's body is?' Dickhead asked her. 'Uhh, I'm not sure. I think you should ask the doctors in there' The nurse smiled as she walked back to the counter. 'Why didn't she know where the body was?' He asked me. 'She's a nurse, no shit' he sighed. We walked through the room as I spotted a man in a white uniform. 'Visitors can't be in here ma'am' I fished in my pocket for my badge. I held it out infront of him. 'Oh, my apologies. What are you looking for?' 

'Charlotte Emily's body' I smiled. 'Oh, yeah she's right here' He slid one of the mortuary cabinets open. My eyes widened a bit at the sight. 'She just needs to be transferred to that table over there' He pointed at one of the metal tables with a bright lamp hanging above it. 'Alright, I'll be over there if you need me, please do wear gloves when you are examining' He nodded at the both of us. Two packs of latex gloves were staked on top of eachother on one of the counters. I walked towards it as I threw two gloves towards dickhead. I put on a pair. 'This is going to be a little nasty' I muttered. Her body was mutilated, some areas worse than others. 'She must've been stabbed and then like, torn apart with each stab wound' I moved some of the dried flesh away. 'Oh jesus' I gasped. It wasn't very professional, but I hadn't seen anything like this before.

'Three stab wounds' I counted. The dried up blood was still fresh enough to stick. Her stomach was completely mutilated, torn apart by a pretty dull knife. It must've took alot of force to even get through it like that. 'This person was a psychopath' Dickhead said. 'Yeah well, you can definitely say that' My eyebrows raised. 'What the fuck is this shit?' I turned her to her side, revealing stained skin from a purple substance. 'This is insane' I turned to look at dickhead and his expression was the same as mine. I closed her eyes. 'Poor girl' I couldn't help but feel bad. Even though it was my job to do and see stuff like this. 'This is bad, we really need to find out who did this. I don't think they'll even let this guy into a normal jail. More like a mental institution' He said. 'Well we certainly know that whoever did this is probably a psycho' I looked away. The purple stain couldn't get out of my head. 'What are we going to do?' I asked him. he shrugged. 'Did you interrogate all of them?'

'I mean, there's probably alot more people that we need to interview' I bit my lip slightly, thinking of a conclusion. 'We should search the restaurant' He said. There wasn't any useful evidence. Ofcourse we knew her cause of death, but not who or what killed her. 'We should go back' He nodded. He started towards the doctor that was still there, holding papers in his hand. I looked back at her body. I carefully tried turning her around, She now laid on her stomach as  my eyes widened. I traced my fingers over her spine. Three deep cuts were located down the spinal cord. I widened the cuts, it was like someone took a part of her bone out of it. 'Hey, dickhead come see this!' He rushed over to me. 'What the hell..' He looked down. 'Whoever did this is insane, Did that person take her bones..?' I nodded. I took my fingers out of her wounds as I turned her around again. 

20 minutes later

We were in the car, Dickhead drove very carefully. 'Did that scare you back there?' He asked me. 'I mean, yeah a little bit, I mean like her bones were gone' I looked down at my feet. Dickhead took out a cigarette. 'Do you smoke?' He asked me. There was a shine in his eyes. 'I guess I'll have one' He handed me the cigarette and a lighter. I brought it to my mouth and took a puff after lighting it. 'Do you usually smoke?' I asked him, I looked at the pack, there was supposed to be 20 cigarettes in there, it seemed like he already smoked 10. 'I kind of do, mostly my girlfriend does' My eyes widened. 'You have a girlfriend?' I asked. he gently nodded, like he was trying not to startle me. 'Uhh.. yeah?' He awkwardly laughed. 'That's surprising' His expression changed as soon as I said this. 'What do you mean you're surprised.. actually alot of women want me' He slouched back and looked at the road with a frown. 'You don't look that good though...' I laughed. He was starting to get a little upset.. 'Have you seen anyone better than me then?' he asked, it was like he was proud of his looks. 'Ofcourse I have, like almost every man' I rolled my eyes. 'I really can't even talk to you without you just messing our nice conversations up!' 

'Is this all about that case I 'stole' From you?!' He turned the car, I realized we were at Fredbears. 'I don't know. I just don't like your personality I guess' He sighed, 'I can't win with you can I' He said, he got out of the car. Not waiting for me when he slammed the door shut. I opened the door and followed him in. The kids were still cheering as always. But ofcourse Fredbears reputation was a little ruined by the events of a murder, a gruesome sight it was looking at her dead body. 'Hey, Don't steal my fucking case again dickhead, You only live here.. You weren't even allowed to interrogate these people!' he laughed. 'I will kill you if you steal my case again' I looked dead serious. But he knew I wouldn't be able to. 'You're such a loser Y/n' He laughed as he walked out of the building. I promised to myself that I would prove to him that I wasn't a loser. I sighed again as I walked through the halls. And once again the pizza scent filled my nostrils.