Carnage : 1983 | William afton x reader |

A second beginning. -7

SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN MONTHS...

2nd of May, 1983

'I have a case for you.'

I nodded slowly, Hiding my genuine excitement. But something told me this could only go wrong. 'Remember the case you did about.. Three or four months ago?' The man said, a piece of his long hair framing his square face, 'The.. one with the diner..?' My heart dropped, not wanting to go back there again. 

'Well, there's a new restaurant-' I sighed before he could finish his sentence. 'Is there a problem? Miss. L/n?' He asked, swirling his fingertips in circles around the wooden desk, making an awful sound. 'No, Go on' I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping this wouldn't continue.

'Well. A child has gone missing there.' He blatantly said, shaking his head to get the irritating strand of hair out of his face, he should've cut his hair. I looked up at the ceiling. 'Really?' A silence ensues for a second or so, awkwardly standing before the man. 'Take a seat' he proposed. I sat down on the chair, it squeaking a bit as my weight dropped down. 

'Uhm, so. There's been another missing case, as I've told you. And I want you to go back there, You've seen the mood and you've seen the old building, so it would make sense if I send you, and not someone else. You already know the owners, which have told the police they thought it was a fresh start. But there's something going on out there' 

This new information had me shocked, lifting my leg upon the other and crossing them. My hands were clamped together, I was nervous. 

I was carefully listening to every detail he talked about. 'Same location, just a little further from st. George.'

'Ahuh' An understanding tone came from my mouth. 

'You start tomorrow' He said, slamming a pile of paper work down on his desk to get them even. 'Alright' I responded. It was certain this case was going to take longer, but I was interested as to why they mutilated those children's back's and took part of their bones. What kind of freak would they be.

The rest of the day was rather stressful. Walking around my entire apartment, trying to fill my agonizing boredom. The TV only had 4 uninteresting channels. 

'Don't go'  

I quickly turned around to see nothing behind me. A children's voice spoke those words. I was panicking, feeling around my kitchen counter, rubbing all the dust off it. 

Making sure I wasn't dreaming. A reality check. 

Rubbing my temples, I walked up to the stairs. My heartbeat was still increasing, before momentarily looking around again. Cocking my head back as I thought. Probably hallucinating right? gotta stop taking those sleeping medication.

Sleeping medication for my seemingly incurable insomnia. It wouldn't matter if I took them or not, I would have nightmares both awake and asleep. I reached the last step, Trying to gather the courage to run into the bathroom, it was completely dark in the hall. The first door on the left was completely open, leaving me feeling uneasy. But who would be afraid of the dark at Twenty-seven? I finally pushed myself over the phobia. 

I began walking towards the bathroom, clenching my jaw and clutching my coat close to me. It's just a dark hall, and you're just going to shower, just alone. I thought out, My shoes made a squeaking sound on the polished wooden floor, which made me jump a little as I first heard it. I opened the bathroom door and turned the light back on. Gently closing the door behind me. I was anxious, of something that I didn't quite understand yet. 

After taking a warm shower and preforming my usual running-through-a-dark-hall ritual, I sat down on the couch, it was a yellow couch with circled patterns on it, Swirling my fingers in those circles. I turned to TV on and switched through the four different channels, My stomach dropped once again as I thought about what happened last time with Mr. afton, How unprofessionally drunk I was, and how I gave him a kiss. I sighed, I needed to smoke. 

Once I had fished the pack of cigarettes out of my coat pocket, I realized the lack of weight it carried. I opened it, one cigarette occupied the space of what were supposed to be twenty. Can my day get any worse? I muttered. I didn't want to go to the grocery store. I'd just wait till the next day. 

11:56 AM

I was sweating, gathering the courage to maybe turn my nightstand lamp on. I wasn't feeling tired, I opened a drawer, A book and a bottle of pills were stacked onto eachother. I opened the bottle and popped a pill in my hand. Sleeping pills, Benzodiazepines, I reminded myself. I got my glass of water ready, and once I threw the pill in my mouth, I quickly swallowed it with the water I had chugged. The taste was disgusting, but the effects were worth it, and just for a moment. I felt true resistance for the first time in years. That feeling you get as you step onto the hard concrete on the way to school, after failing to stay home as you told your parents you were sick. Still rolling around in my bed after hours, I couldn't sleep. 

I couldn't exactly see what was standing in the corner, but I could feel it's gaze upon me. My eyes were wide as I stared at the creature, I didn't dare to move. Staying in the same position until it moved, I noticed my vision getting blurry, The cold night breeze slapped against my window, making a whistling sound as the trees cooed with the wind. 

I started to shake, but my jaw dropped once again as the 'thing' moved. It seemed to have a distorted face, like the mouth and jaw were dislocated to the side, with a wide opening of the mouth. I felt my heart beatng harder. 

'Don't you dare go back' It said, moving towards me. I tried moving.

A sleep paralysis. I slowly wiggled my toes to try and wake myself up. 

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I'VE BEEN WANTING TO UPDATE THIS FANFICTION FOR SO LONG BUT I JUST HAVEN'T HAD THE MOTIVATION.. FORGIVE MEEEEE