Lethean (William Afton X Reader)

彡[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 67: ʀᴇᴡɪʀᴇ]彡

+++++ William's POV +++++

The 25th day of April arrived, and I grew somewhat anxious about whatever the delivery will be. Neil told me it would answer my questions, it's rather the woman herself or a letter. However, the latter would make more sense because if she will be meeting me personally, then Neil would react differently instead of staying solemn. I remained in the old Freddy's location, as I was informed this would be the address. 

The test run for the Funtime Animatronics was successful. Henry himself was starstruck by my work, and I as well. It's peculiar but when I saw them come to life and commit to their purpose, I felt strange. Just how strange? Well, having no recollection of adding that particular intent to their programming. If they were not added as a functionality, their popularity wouldn't skyrocket as much.

I had the whole building to myself, and out of boredom, I walked about in the main party room. It's difficult to think this place was once an area full of fun and music, now it's merely a barren room. No chairs, no tables, no decorations, only an empty stage where the animatronics previously stood and sang.

Within this silence, I heard the door creak open from the halls. Not a single soul should be in the same building as me, so I headed there to check, only to find a tall silhouette hauntingly standing under a flickering yellow light. 

"Charlotte," I said. "Long time no see."

"Afton," she responded, her voice trailing off. "How does it feel to live a peaceful life? The days without your tormentors? The life you've been granted?"

"What are you talking about?" I quizzed.

The lights began to flicker like a rhythmic beat, and the far-away marionette was now standing before me. Those white glowing pupils stared right through my soul. "I don't need an answer from you, Afton. I can already see how things have been going for you. You're lucky, do you know that?"

"Then tell me what has been done for me to be this terribly lucky, Charlotte."

Just before this conversation was about to be crucial, a loud man from the outside knocked on the main entrance. When I arrived there, he held a small box in his hand, and it was addressed to me yet no return address was provided. It was requested to be delivered three years later, starting from April 10, 1987, the same day as Michael's birthday and the day before the animatronics' decommissioning.

I signed the paper and the man left quickly. Using the knife in my pocket, I cut the box's tape and saw what was inside; a cassette tape, a red pouch, and a small note. Judging from the handwriting, it belonged to a woman.

"(Y/N)?" I spoke, reading the sender's name at the bottom of the note. With one mention of that name, I felt something ring in my head as if a small bell had fallen on the bottom of the well.

And at the same time, the back door opened.

"Not trespassing, got sent by Mr. Emily to check up on you," said Neil who appeared. "He said you weren't yourself these days. You could have at least hid your uneasiness, you're good at that, right?"

Charlotte had disappeared when the door screeched open, yet the vent's cover swung up and down, indicating her departure. I replied to the man, "That is either a compliment or an insult."

"Both," he responded and saw the open box above the empty stage's edge. Slowly, he started approaching the box with uneasy eyes. The vision pair scanned the contents and found himself sighing at the sight of a VHS tape with the words 'For William A.'  on its label. "Why don't you take the box to the security office so you can see what she left for you?" he spoke, pointing at the hallway and I agreed.