-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊
"Why are you being nice to me? I know you want me dead."
"Would you believe me if I told you that I wasn't sure either?"
-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜
"Ms. Valentine?"
"Good day, Mr. Afton. It's wonderful to see you again."
"Wonderful to see you as well, Linnea—Um, can I call you that? If it's alright with you?"
"Of course, nothing wrong with that. What brings you here today?"
"Oh- I'm uh... running errands?—I'm terribly sorry, I'm not usually overwrought... It's just..."
"Just... what?"
"You remind me of someone, someone I deeply care about and I couldn't help but imagine that you are her."
-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̏́͘
ʟ̴ɛ̴ȶ̴ ̴ʍ̴ɛ̴ ̴ɦ̴օ̴ʟ̴ɖ̴ ̴ʏ̴օ̴ʊ̴ʀ̴ ̴ɦ̴ǟ̴ռ̴ɖ̴.̴.̴.̴ ̴օ̴ռ̴ɛ̴ ̴ʟ̴ǟ̴ֆ̴ȶ̴ ̴ȶ̴ɨ̴ʍ̴ɛ̴
-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̏́͘-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̖͔̣͎̭͚̏́͘͜-̶͔̣͈̎͊͐̈́̅͊̀́̃̕-̴͙̌͗̀́̕-̵̨̦̬̭͙̝̺͗ͅ-̴̡̧̛͇̠̫͖̤̞̟̾̌̄̐̇͑̾̐͂-̴̡̧̘̝̞͇̙̙̬̺͗͑͑̀̒̕̕-̸͈͊-̵̡̨̬͙͎̬͑-̷̤͒̎̃-̵̛͎̬̙̜̯̳̦̹͐̈́̇̓́̽̕͝ͅ-̸̘͙̏́͘
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Lethean (William Afton X Reader)
Fanfiction(Alternate Universe "PANTA CHOREI" now PUBLISHED!) (Y/N) would describe herself as an embodiment of bad luck; blood and death surround her and she is a harbinger of these tragedies. No one knew that she could easily take the lives of others in a sin...