I'll Make You Mine.. (William Afton X Reader)

Suspicious..

(I let out long and heavy sigh as I slowly sit up in bed for yet another morning)

*Another monotonous work day.. or as some say.. another day, another dollar..*

(I eventually manage to drag myself out of bed and throw my work uniform on, I let out an exhausted sigh and stand in front of my bathroom mirror to take a better look at myself)

*Damn.. I look like a hot mess, without the hot..*

(I chuckle softly to myself and shake my head)

*This is just sad..*

(I think to myself before letting out another labored sigh, putting my hair up with a few Bobbi pins to not look quite so bad, and walking out of my bathroom, I head downstairs and begin brewing my morning coffee, the familiar intoxicating scent filling my nose as I take a deep breath in and close my eyes, taking a moment to relax, the only sound being heard, was the slow dribbling liquid coming from my coffee machine, pouring into the kettle..)

*I can't believe Brittany is still missing... I have a seriously bad feeling about her disappearance, but I don't know why... I'm probably just being paranoid, right..?*

(I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose and shake those thoughts away.. a moment later I hear the pitter-pattering of the flowing liquid stop, and I open my eyes to see a fresh kettle full of coffee)

(I smile softly to myself)

*Atleast I have coffee to keep me going..*

(I grab a mug from my cabinets and pour a myself a glass of the steaming, hot, and heavenly smelling liquid, before grabbing the creamer from my fridge and absolutely dousing it with it)

*Because let's be real with ourselves here, you're a psychopath if you drink black coffee..*

(I smirk and chuckle lightly to myself at my own joke, and put the creamer away, before grabbing my coffee mug and bringing it to my lips)

(But before I can even take a single sip, I'm interrupting by the dreadful ringing of my house phone, hanging on the wall next, on the right side of my kitchen.. I sigh and walk over, coffee mug still in hand as I reluctantly pick up my phone)

(William's voice rings through from the other side of the receiver and he sounds.. distressed..? Devastated..? Emotionless..? It's honestly hard to tell, but his voice is definitely low and that British accent of his is much heartier than usual)

"Hey, doll... My.. well.. I mean.."

(I hear him audibly sigh heavily from the other side, and my eyebrows furrow and my eyes grow wide in concern as my head fills up with the worst possibilities)

"Is everything alright, Will..?"

(I ask softly and he lets out a short and sarcastic laugh before replying in a much more harsh and almost unhinged tone of voice)

"Darling.. I am far from "alright" m'kay..? My son is fucking dead.. Evan is gone.."

(I feel absolutely shocked to my core..)

*Evan.. is.. dead..? No.. it can't be.. right..? No.. no.. no...!! Please.. no..!*

(I feel hot tears begin to build up at the edge of my eyes, before I eventually break and let it out, I don't care that William can hear my sobs.. I'm too devastated to care..
I don't even know how William's keeping it together.. it's his son for god's sake..)

"This is all my f-fault... I should've
w-watched him better..! I-I'm so.. so..
s-sorry, Will..! I'm s-sorry..."

(I hear William sigh from the other end before he begins to speak softly and more soothingly, a stark contrast from before..)