Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Thirty

Third POV:

As if the destroyed house, bloodied yard, and questioned relationships couldn’t get any worse, Henry called early the next morning. William was tense on the phone as they talked, “We can’t afford to do that, Henry, not if we’re going to open a new location… I know you don’t want to do that, but what do you suppose we do?” 5:47 AM blinked on the LED lighting of the stove, the sun too low on the horizon to light the sky in the slightest. (Y/N) prepared breakfast for the pack of five as his boyfriend spoke with Henry, Micheal helping where he could while Pet and Ilonna buried the killed. William combed a hand through his greying hair with a sigh, leaning back against the counter. Micheal glanced over at his father before turning his look towards (y/n), he nodded his head towards William with an expression of ‘do something.’

The shorter male responded with a wordless ‘What am I supposed to do??’ The two went back and forth like this for several moments before (y/n) rolled his eyes and plated the pancakes he was making. Micheal continued cooking them once he was handed the spatula and the older stepped away from the stove. William smiled softly as (y/n) pressed against his side with his head tucked under the taller’s jaw. A work-roughened hand gently combed through his (h/c) locks, untangling a few little knotts as they caught, “Yes, he will be fine. I promise that it won’t lower popularity if Foxy is set aside until we can reprogram him. If it does, then it’ll be fine.”

After that call, the animatronics were more vehement and hostile as the weeks went by. It seemed that they’d stop at nothing to get back at William—directly or not. They began tag-teaming the night guards, making it near impossible to keep shifts consistent week to week.

10th August, 1986, Hurricane, Utah [2:45 AM]

Third POV:

It quickly came time for (y/n) to return to work–the night shift specifically. While he still held the title as William’s assistant, he was rescheduled as the night guard. Currently, he sat in the rusted, squeaky office chair with his knees to his chest. His chin sat utop folded arms, his (e/c) depths saddened by the loss of his show dog. During the moment, he hadn’t the time to mourn for his beloved borzoi. He was too focused on the adrenaline high of being humiliated, mocked, and nearly killed to register the killing blow delivered by IvyHawk. The name brought a bitter taste to (y/n)’s mouth, the wolf-borne’s betrayal still fresh in his mind. 

Although he’d wanted to lament on the past events, he had to keep a sharp mind and keep alert to the prowling murderous, child-possessed animatronics trying their best to get to the lycan. After having been returned, the wolf talisman provided its owner with heightened senses he’d previously taken for granted. He no longer felt the need to be close to William in order to keep complete ease. He was, though, all the more possessive of the older male. He listened to the movements echoing throughout the cold building, counting every step and recognizing each step pattern for each animatronic. Foxy is fast. Freddy is calculated. Bonnie walks briskly. Chica has a limp. Each step only made it easier to track where each was in the building, and who approached the doors. It made it easier to predict when was the perfect moment to shut a door and deter the vengeful spirits. 

(y/n)’s heart thundered in his ears, his pulse in his throat as his mind kept him in a constant state of paranoia. Fast, mechanical steps raced towards the door, only for it to be shut in time to pin the silver hook to the floor. A muffled, frustrated growl emitted through the door as Foxy tried to free his trapped limb. The tip of the hook scratched the bottom of the door as it twisted and wrenched against the steel, finally turning enough to rip free with a loud, metallic crack. From the other side, rushed, off-beat footfalls became louder as Chica made her way to the door. By the time she could peak through the door with her empty eyes and pinprick white pupils, the door shut with a bang.