Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

Lucky find. - 4

10th of January, 1983. 

I was beyond tired, spending days in that restaurant. The cheesy pizza, and children's sweat smell had burned into my nostrils. Like even my apartment smelled of it. Sticking around that place made my head spin, Causing me to have a massive headache. It wasn't like we had found anything that could've meant something. They were running tests on the blood that was found, to see if maybe it was familiar. That co-owner still lingered around in my head. I couldn't get his creepy smile out of my eyes.

I was deeply invested into my own thoughts as I heard the microwave ping before jumping a bit. I sighed, standing up and reaching into the hot, but dirty microwave. I made Noodles, the chicken flavored kind. I grabbed a fork and sat down on one of the chairs. I began eating out of the hot cup. 

I finished minutes later, cleaning up the puddle of chicken water that had fallen down when cleaning up the noodles. I rolled my eyes when I heard the phone ring. I quickly got up and ran towards the cell phone. 'Who is this?' I asked with curiosity in my voice. 'Miss. L/n?' They asked. 'Yes that's me?'

'You have to come over. We found something' They hung up the phone. 'Ugh' I groaned.

I arrived. 'Well.. what's the pro-' I trailed off as a body laid outside, on the sidewalk. 'Ma'am. They found the little boy' One of the Janitor's said. The body was covered in white cloth. I looked around, The mother of the boy, Angela Brooks, the woman I had interviewed prior. She was crying into her husband's chest. Him looking at the dead body with a glimpse of bottled up sorrow in his eyes. The feeling of seeing people cry had never been overwhelming for me, We all underestimated this 'Killer' And laughed it off as some wannabe psycho, but what this person was capable of was far more grotesque. If you had done this job before, you know that there would be far worse things than a child murderer, But we had never seen anything like this before.

Mr. afton leaned against the entrance, sighing and rubbing his nose quite a few times. Like there was something bugging him, like the flu. 'What now?' I asked myself. they'd probably take the body to the autopsy, studying everything and what his cause of death was. Mr. Emily stood next to Afton, rubbing his red eyes. I raised my left eyebrow. Afton's eye lids were halfway over his eyeballs. It's like he was about to fall asleep. His eyes seemed to be red, but no tears involved.  I frowned now. Staring at the careless looking man. I walked back into the building, my head was throbbing and I felt lightheaded. I had always had this, Since I was a teenager. I always shook it off as something stress related.

Hours had passed since I'd seen that poor little boy lifeless on the ground. I had been sitting in this nice decorated cafe that would be a perfect and quiet word space. I was halfway done with filling out statistics as I took a sip of my coffee. I sighed, It seemed like time was slowed down, But somehow I found it rather therapeutic to just sit there and clear my mind with even more work. And all of a sudden everything hit me at once, It had been a while since one of these panic attacks happened, but I could've seen it coming. My chest began hurting and it was hard to breathe, It was all a little too much to handle. I closed my eyes and count to ten. 

Paranoia began to set in. I repetitively looked around, making sure there was nothing or rather no-one watching me. I could catch a glimpse of what seemed to only be some black type of shadow, that lingered in the corner of my eye everything I moved my head. What the hell was in my coffee? I thought out, As if someone mixed it with some type of hallucinogen. I closed my eyes, rubbing them in a circular motion. I had told myself that I had mistakenly seen nothing and that it was just a result of me not wearing my glasses. I sighed again. Trying to keep control of myself. I touched my own skin, but something wasn't right. It didn't feel like it belonged to me. It was just derealization. 'Ma'am?' A lady asked me, she stood besides my table. 'Ma'am.. Are you okay?' She asked again. I snapped out of it. But everything seemed blurry again. 'Uhm.. Yes, I'm fine' I forcefully smiled.