| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter twenty nine

TW: SMUT

«OPEN UP! Both ways, that is.«

You were mixing the batter with careful precision, hearing William unpack some other things that you had.

William had randomly decided you two should make brownies, and luckily, you had a sweet tooth, so it wasn't a problem at all.

Before you started baking, Willam seemed to be a little restless, as if he was trying to find something to do to break the awkward silence between you two.

You weren't sure if it was just you feeling that way, but it seemed like he was too. When you called his nickname, he looked at you with a happy expression, but it quickly changed to one of frustration when he muttered something under his breath. You couldn't quite make out what he said, but it sounded like he was annoyed about something. You dipped your finger into the brownie batter and tasted it, exclaiming how yummy it was. When you asked Will why he wanted to make brownies, he replied that he just wanted to spend time with you.

"Okay..? You're going to sleep over, anyways." You breathed out, sliding the batter over to William. "Looks good."

"Yeah, I'd hope so." You chuckled, taking it back. "I think I stained my shirt. But I guess that's what you get for not putting an apron on," You looked down at yourself, seeing a few splotches here and there of deep brown batter. You turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, telling William that you were just going to change.

You could feel footsteps behind you, but you thought that was just your brain playing tricks on you.. Again. Like those photos? Your brain.

A shiver ran down your spine at that thought, your face scrunching up in disgust.

You finally reached your room, sighing before pushing down the handle of the door and opening it, stepping inside. You felt a cool breeze whoosh against your skin, your eyes fluttering ever so slightly at the suddenly freezing air.

You didn't know why it had suddenly  become so cold outside, nor why your window was open, but you didn't think anything of it.

You looked over at your bed, seeing a shirt that you didn't specifically care for sprawled out over it. "Hmm.. Oddly perfect." You mumbled to yourself.

But then..

The door slammed close.

You flinched at the sound,  swiftly turning around.

It was William.

"William?" You stuttered out, raising your hands slightly as to barricade him further away from you.

"I'm.. uh, Why did you follow me in to my room?"

"Oh, darling.. Do not fret, I didn't follow you to murder you... or something." His voice soothingly grumbled as he walked closer to you slowly.

This only made you retreat even more, your whole body beginning to tremble.

You unknowingly tripped on a piece of clothing, falling backwards. But before you could reach the cold ground, William's bony hands broke your fall.

You were about to speak before you were pushed against the bed, your lower half dangling off. You could feel yourself blushing, but you immediately shook your head. "William... Let me go." You mumbled, staring him directly into his seemingly glowing eyes.

He half obeyed to you, letting go of your hands and instead moving them down to your waist slowly.

"Oh, Y/N.." William grunted, moving closer to your face.