William Afton One Shots

1

This is your fourth week starting at your new job as a cleaner. Your boss is mysterious and quiet. He switches from being kind and calm, to rude and spiteful. You can tell he has something to hide, but you don't know what.

You enter the pizzeria, as always, and head towards the cabinet that held the equipment you needed. You don't bother greeting your boss as you have no idea what mood he's in again today. You've tried time and time again to befriend him so he doesn't switch up on you any longer but it's no use.

You collect the bucket and sponge from the closet and head towards William Afton's office to clean it, deciding that it would be better to just get it over and done with so you wouldn't have to face him later.

You reach the door that had a sign sloppily hammered onto it that read 'W Afton'. You lightly knock on the door and wait for a response. There's nothing. You knock again and wait a few moments. Nothing again.

You ponder for a few moments, debating to yourself whether you should leave and clean a different room or just go in, and you decide to just head in.

Your hand with the dry sponge grips onto the handle and pushes it down. You open the door slowly and there's nobody in sight. You look around on the floor and notice how it's already become dirty even though you deep cleaned it only a few days ago.

"Great." You murmur to yourself. At least there was nothing to clear up off the floor before you scrubbed it. You gently place the warm soapy water filled bucket down onto the floor to avoid any spillage and get down onto your knees. You dunk the sponge in and whir it around for a few seconds to allow the sponge to bathe in the soap invaded water. You take the sponge out, droplets of water dripping back into the bucket, and wring the access water out.

Ever since the mop randomly disappeared you had to do this. Get on all fours and scrub the floor like Cinderella would, except no Prince Charming was here to come for you and take you to a fancy ball. Instead you were rewarded with minimum wage pay, yippee!

Your knees were already numb since the tights that you wore were thin, imprinting the freezing cold that lay on the checkered floor onto your skin.

You could already see a difference within the floor. You knew that you were one of the few to actually put effort into the job that you were given, only God knows why. You dunk the sponge in the water once again and repeat what you did before.

Still thoroughly scrubbing the floor, you get interrupted by a voice from behind you.
"What did I tell you about coming in here without my permission?" A voice filled the room.
You turn around while still on the ground, startled.
"Oh i'm sorry I thought-"
"You thought what?" His head tilted as he looked you up and down.
"I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry.." You lied. You weren't sorry. This was the exact reason why you came here first. To try and get it out of the way first so you could avoid him to the best of your abilities. Who would've known that it would backfire.

"Just hurry up will you." He spoke with pure attitude while approaching his desk, his eyes not leaving yours.
"Will do, Afton." You mumbled in an irritated tone.
"What was that?" He questioned.
"I said will do." You looked up at him while still scrubbing the floor. His eyes were locked onto yours, his eyebrow raised with curiosity and anger.
"Get up." He ordered quietly.
"What?"
"I said get up." He spoke as he sat down in his chair and leaned back, opening his legs.

You complied, you threw the sponge in the water making it splash on purpose and stood up. You pulled your skirt down as it had rolled up due to you kneeling.

He looked you up and down, analysing with the same irritated and disgusted look.
"Sit down."
"What is this about-"
"I said..." He leans forward in his seat slowly. "sit... down." You comply with his orders and sit down. His voice sounds intimidating without him trying. But you aren't scared. You're intrigued. You're curious as to what his problem is this time.