| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

Epilogue

A/N: as well as writing a sequel, i figured i'd try a sun/moon X reader! From FNAF, ofc. Would y'all like that? Also, moon doodle on top ^

– News flash! The infamous William Afton is still on the loose. He has been said to have been the culprit for the murders at Freddy's, Including the three adults that were found at Freddy's the day of his disappearance. If you have any information about-

You switched off the TV and tossed the remote aside as the voice on the screen faded away. "Fuck off." you muttered, outstretching your middle finger to the blank screen, not caring that it couldn't see you.

5 Months ago. It had been 5 Months ago since anyone saw William Afton.

They had even tried to investigate you, too. To see if you were hiding him, — Absolutely no fucking way — Which was exhausting you. You had moved to Oregon, how could you possibly smuggle a whole ass man?

You didn't live with Rowan, like you thought you would. And honestly, thank god. He did only live a couple of apartments away, though.

He frequently checked up on you to make sure you wouldn't kill yourself, so you were still pestered by him. But it was better than living with him, right?

Life didn't get much better after you left.

In fact, it got way worse. You began smoking, and getting involved with weed and all that stuff.

As a result of him. He had caused you so much pain within a few mere seconds. You were partially mad at Rowan for not actually killing him, but then again he saved you.

And the weed thing lead to another thing, and boom. You got involved with a gang. It's not like you joined it, but they kept verbally harassing you every time you said no, and no matter how many times you refused, they kept calling you.

It seemed like a big transition from the person you were before, but that kind of happens when you've experienced heavy trauma.

You worked at a casino, which was an okay job. You'd encounter a lot of gambling freaks (obviously) and drunk hippie-looking people. It was tiring to always have to escort people out, but you could care less at this point. You took a swig of the beer you were drinking, spreading your body on the couch; Instantly evaporating in to it.

"Alright, i'm bored now." You flatly said to yourself. Working at a casino made you decent money, so why not spend some of it on something to eat?

You lifted your very fat ass off the couch, crushing the empty beer can and throwing it to god-knows-where. You patted down your pockets, and indeed, your wallet and phone laid snugly in there.

You hummed a random song that came off the top of your mind, opening the door to your apartment, sauntering out before slamming the door, earning an angry "Shut the fuck up, bitch". You couldn't care less, though. "Fuck off, prude!" You yelled back, heading down the stairs to get out of the apartment complex.

When you exited through the glass door, you took a whiff of the fresh..Pizza smell?

It sounded like it was a little in the distance, but from your time at Freddy's, you knew the stench of pizza all too well.

"I'm intrigued." You mumbled to yourself, speed-walking closer to the smell. 

God, these pizza places know how to attract customers.

You got closer, And closer, And closer.. And-

No fucking way. It's a Freddy's?!  "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" You screamed to yourself, not even caring at the dirty looks you were getting. You stomped your foot onto the asphalt in an act to relieve yourself of the anger that was probably coming out your ears as steam.

You looked back up at the building that was separated from the string of shops and restaurants, suddenly feeling the urge to go in.

So, you did.

You jogged over to the building that was still a couple of metres away from you, huffing and wheezing, due to your terrible stamina. "Ugh.. Zoo-wee."

And as you stood on the sidewalk right in front of the 'fine' establishment, you pulled out your phone and clicked on Rowan's contact, called "Suicidick wetch." And you clicked on call, hearing the phone beep once every few seconds.

"Rowan! There's a fucking Freddy Fazfuck's here!" You raised your voice, the city still bustling.

"Um, yeah? You didn't know?" He inquired, his sentence bubbling up into a laughter. "It's not fucking funny, fuckface!" You growled into your phone, hearing him trying to contain his giggling, but failing miserably.

"I think you should apply there," He began. "Wha-"

"To get over wanting to kill yourself, i mean." He finished. Your foot tapped on the ground in thought, and you decided you would think about it another time. Right now, you were feeling like getting high.

"I'mma go shower, see you pissprick." You grumbled, lowering your phone, barely being able to hear rowan screaming about not smoking weed, but you only hung up.

But you were parched, as the Brits say. So, you settled on some Starbucks. Just mouthing the word made you internally cringe, but you were also tired as fuck.

You walked up to the overrated coffee shop, a bell being heard once you entered the place. You walked over to the register, your hands in your pockets. "Hello, welcome to Starbucks! What can i get you?" The cheery voice  questioned, seemingly not noticing the disgusted expression that had spread across your face.

"Man, you GYAT an overwhelming voice." You mumbled to yourself, scanning her appearance. She seemed to become confused at that, and so you uttered a 'never mind' before placing your order. "A coffee. A plain coffee. No sugar, no milk and certainly no ice." You didn't quite catch yourself bragging over your taste for coffee, until she awkwardly interrupted you. "Your- your coffee's done."

"Boring hoe." You grumbled under your breath as you snatched the coffee cup, walking away with a spring in your step.

Man, this city is so lousy.

A/N: idk how to write an epilogue yippeedoo. But yeah, i'll probably start the new book in the span of the next week.