Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

Static. - 6

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'No, Please stay' He said, laying his head on the desk. 'Uhm.. Maybe you should go to your wife though' I said. He raised his head and shook it, giving a disgusted look of disapproval. 'She doesn't like being around me' His voice was a little shaky, his deep and smooth British accent stood out more than usual. 'Why are you still here?' he asked me. I honestly didn't have an idea. 'Hmm.. for support' I nodded, trying to sound as convincing as possible. He nodded again. 'I mean, I'll probably been gone soon, because the place is shutting down. And this will be another cold case' I said. I was trying to keep things professional, turning down the urge to ask for a hug. 'Do you.. know.. How this happened?' I asked.

He sighed, Raising his head again and wiping his face. 'A springlock failure' I raised a brow. This sounded familiar. 'The tears made the springlocks go off, And then it bit down' I nodded. I tried to remain calm too, but that aching feeling of a knot in my stomach kept growing larger, I wasn't totally sick to my stomach. But I felt weird. Like you're way too distant. 'It's going to be okay' I reassured him. I gently reached for Mr. Afton's hand even though I knew I wasn't supposed to. He held my hand. 'I really don't know if I can do this.. I've been through many things, but losing my own kid? You know how I felt when it happened?' 

'Tell me' I said. 'I felt like I wasn't really there, Like it was some kind of haunting nightmare, but seeing his head split open like that was genuinely heartbreaking' I understood what he meant, that moment when you can't really breathe anymore, feeling like the life was pouring right out of your eyes. 'What do you mean, you felt like you weren't really there? Do you get this often?' Maybe he did suffer from the same thing as I did. 

'Yes, all the time' His eyes were starting to get watery again. I gathered the courage to ask another question. 'Do you want a hug?' I smiled softly. I looked right into my eyes. But then nodded slowly, I stood up. Walking towards him with open arms. he squeezed me tightly. maybe his wife should've done this, but from what I've heard they didn't even look at eachother. 'I don't usually hug people, but thank you' 

I gave him another soft and sincere look. 'I promise you, I give the best hugs' I giggled. he smiled slightly. 'Thank you, Seriously. I needed this' It was like there were no more tears there to come out of his eyes. Although we never got the time to get to know eachother, It was still nice hugging people without knowing what's behind those sad eyes, I thought that was always better. Not knowing what people were hiding. That way you could change the picture you have of them in your mind, creating a sort of image of that person yourself, that you would never let go, even if you knew that image was totally wrong, wouldn't some of it always linger? 'I wish you the best of luck, With the restaurant and with your kids, you deserve rest' I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. He smiled, But I saw something else, He was no longer sad, a cold look in his eyes, I couldn't quite explain what if felt like, seeing myself drown in the endless puddle of his big pupils. I frowned. 'What's wrong, love?' He asked. I shook my head. 'No, it's nothing' I forcefully smiled, running my hands through my hair. 

'If you say so' he looked at me, examining my facial expressions and features. 'Your eyes are green and brow in this lighting' I smiled. 'I didn't quite figure out my eye color yet' 

'Whatever they are, they're beautiful. I want to know what has made them fall down this way' he said. I gave him a confused look. 'huh?' I asked. 'You have very tired eyes, But some moments, they look full of life and color' He nodded while speaking. I frowned again. 'You look drained, maybe you should get rest' He looked sincere, but I thought about why he would want to tell me this. 'Well. Everything is going to shit so' I sighed and sat down on the chair opposite to him. He nodded and took out a flask of vodka. I looked at him in a confused way. 'Do you just have that laying around?' I asked. He nodded slowly. 'Might as well feel something else, drink everything away' He joked. Something told me this wasn't the first time he drank alcohol to stop himself from feeling. 'That's not a very healthy coping mechanism.. you know?' I was genuinely worried. 'Don't worry about it, Darling. I don't do it much' He sighed, taking a big sip from the bottle. 'Want some?' He asked me.. I slowly nodded. What was the worst that could happen from this point on. He handed me the bottle of 40% Alcohol, I took 2 sips, it wasn't that bad but bad enough to make me do a funny face.