Have I Fallen For A Killer? // William Afton x Reader

𝑷𝒕. 𝟏 // 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 - 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚

•[A small note: Henry and Y/n are 16 in this part, with William being 17]

•I woke up early on a monday morning, my eyes opening to be greeted with the familiar sight of my messy - but albeit homely - bedroom. I sat up slowly in my bed, rubbing my eyes and fluttering them slightly, allowing myself a chance to adjust to the morning light. I felt quite peaceful for a couple seconds that morning, allowing the sound of the birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind to fill my ears. After all, it is great to appreciate what is around you, I had learnt that fact very well in my life. But alas, that period of joy was short lived, as the sound of my sister's putrid music drowned out the sounds of nature I had previously been listening to. ''[Sister's Name], shut up your goddamn music, I can't stand that shit!'' I screamed to her, banging on the wall and groaning as I shoved a pillow over my head and flopped onto my bed.

•''No! You get to listen to all the music you want and I can't complain about it, it's not fair!'' She snapped back, a sassy tone to her voice. I took a few deep breaths in, and screamed into the pillow that was still over my head. ''Fucking teenagers. Too sassy for their own good, I'm never having children.'' I muttered to myself, scoffing at the thought of thousands of little teenagers running around. ''No thanks, I'll live on my own, with a small dog, in a little cottage, somewhere in the countryside.'' I thought to myself, imagining how I was going to live in the future when I finally got some money - and wasn't a broke highschool student still living in her mother's house.

•I sighed to myself, and threw the pillow that was once over my head across the room, sitting up properly and combing a hand through my hair. I hopped off the edge of my bed, cracking my fingers as I did so, and I hate to say it, but the noises are satisfying. I yawned loudly, and walked over to the full-length mirror perched in the corner of my bedroom. I stood in front of it, and straightened out my pyjamas slightly. I stood looking at my reflection for a while, thinking about what I was going to do that day, ''Hmm, I swear that I had something to do today...'' I said to myself, before it finally hit me.

•''OH MY GOD IT'S THE FIRST DAY BACK AT SCHOOL!! I HAVE TO GET READY, NOW!!'' I screamed, as my eyes widened, and I practically ran towards my dresser, ripping out it's contents like a raging beast, trying desperately to find something to wear. I rummaged through my clothes, looking through every t-shirt, jumper, and pair of jeans I own to try and get something worth wearing. I searched for a couple minutes, until I finally found something that I deemed to be suitable for the occasion.

•[This is the outfit she picked]:

•I quickly got changed into the outfit, finishing in about 5 minutes - but still looking as good as ever. To make sure I was happy with my outfit choice, I returned to the mirror and twirled a couple times, eventually deciding that I was pleased with it, and so I walked out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. As I made my way down the hallway, and past all the bedrooms, I traced my hand along the ceramic tiles on the walls, they felt so cold, and smooth - kind of like marble. I swung open the door to the bathroom and walked up to the vanity mirror on the wall, grabbing my hairbrush and starting to comb through my long, wavy, chestnut brown hair. I honestly find brushing it quite therapeutic to be honest, especially when it is soft and bouncy like mine.

•I spent a while brushing and styling my hair, making sure that it looked perfect - which it did - and in doing so, I accidentally only gave myself 15 minutes to get to my school. After I had finished styling my hair, I placed my hairbrush back on top of the counter where I had found it, and gave myself one last glance in the mirror before I left the room. I patted my hair and smiled at my reflection. ''Perfect.'' I commented, and I exited the room. I walked back down to my bedroom - once again tracing the tiles on the way - and I poked my head in to look for my bag, which had been very conveniently left by the door within and arm's reach of my position. I snatched the bag from the floor and chucked one of the straps over my shoulder, inadvertently trapping my hair underneath it. ''Shit, ow! Fuck's sake!'' I cursed, and it must've alerted my mother, as she was quick to ask whether I was alright.