Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Twenty Six

(Y/n) POV:

“So you have, hm?” I asked, wondering if his theory of cheating death is similar to the way lycanshifts have. 

“I believe so, yes,” William glanced at me, as if watching my reactions to his words, “I have found, but not yet completely tested, a way to possibly live forever. By taking the metal from the animatronics I put the bodies in, melting it down, then I can extract the remnant from it.”

“The hell is remnant?” I must have looked very confused since he softly chuckled.

“It’s the remaining child’s soul trapped in the metal, melting the metal down allows the remnant to be extracted,” he explained calmly, his eyes taking on more of a spark at my curiosity. 

“What do you do with it then?” I had an idea of what he meant to do with it considering this is his theory of immortality. 

“Inject it, obviously,” he deadpanned.

“Of course you would,” I sighed and shook my head, “Do you think it’s a good idea to go straight into injecting yourself with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Wouldn’t you want to see the initial effects of the remnant before you put it in your bloodstream?” I reasoned, not wanting him to put himself in any unreasonable pain.

“That makes sense but there’s no one else to test it on,” he countered.

I thought for a moment before responding, “Alright, I could understand that. Just be careful, will you?”

“I will, I promise,” he reassured me with a kiss, holding me against him in his lap, “Nothing will take me from you, my love, not even my own occasional stupidity.”

“Are you sure it’s only occasional?” I playfully cocked a brow and smirked at him.

“Hush, you’re talking nonsense,” he looked quite over my playful jabs.

“You’re going to further this experiment with parts from the animatronics, aren’t you?” I inquired for confirmation.

“Yes, after the renovation. Once we have the new animatronics up and functioning, I’ll begin melting down parts from the originals,” William confirmed, “You probably already figured out that that’s one of the reasons why we’re making the new ones.”

“I did, I figured that and the numerous attacks were pushing the need,” I noticed his expression flash to a look of slight guilt.

“Yes, we can’t have anymore mechanical accidents,” he spoke softly while tracing a fingertip over the diagonal scar Foxy left on the left side of my face that night.

“I’d quite like not to be sliced up again, especially by silver,” I felt the arm wrapped around my waist tighten, pulling me closer to him.

“I second that,” William went back to putting the Springbonnie head back together, piecing the inside plates and screws where they went. I watched him work in the peaceful quiet, only the muffled music from the main room and further arcade gave sound to the little service room. 

A few days later, mid-July

It was afternoon at the Afton residence, I was cooking with Micheal helping and William in his office working on plans and paperwork. “What is it that we’re making?” Micheal asked me as he was peeling and coring apples before cutting them into wedges.

“Pheasant Normandy, a classic northern France dish from Normandy. It was one of my sister’s favourites growing up,” I responded while finely dicing an onion.