Broken || William Afton x Oc ||

6

FEBRUARY 21ST,
1883

ADELINE HAD QUICKLY FOUND DALIA after she changed. She was a sweet girl; with fluffy brown hair that bounced at her shoulders, and a pair of nerdy glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was probably around 16, and slightly timid. Despite her shyness though, she was super kind and sweet... clearly caring for other people more than herself. She was quick to accept the kitchen position, and giving Adeline her waitress position for the day. She even filled Adeline in on how the restaurant worked... since they were short staffed, a lot of them rotated through different jobs throughout the week... while the older employees often got first dibs, or assigned jobs.

After Dalia bid her farewell, she was quick to engage in the waitressing position. She didn't particularly strive with people, but she had gotten semi-good at the shallow stuff such as asking questions, due to her job. Asking a customer what they wanted to order wasn't so different than asking questions for a newspaper article; the only difference? It wasn't as high stakes, or tension filled... just easy breezy. Except for when a Karen walks in, of course...

Before she knew it, it was the end of the day and she hadn't even considered going through the ball pit again. She would've liked to have made up her mind by the end of the day, but the even flow of customers throughout the day and the bustling of children left her no room to breathe.

Now, she was wiping sweat off her brow as they closed the dining room and the kitchen, their final customers filtering themselves out of the building her and her now "co workers" scrubbed down tables, and picked up trash. She was kind of surprised they cleaned at all, judging by all the grease that caked everywhere... but maybe kids were just that bad.

It wasn't until now that William peeked his head into the room, his brown hair rustled and his eyebags still ever prominent.

"Adeline." He snapped, catching her attention. She instantly looked up from the table she was cleaning, her eyes meeting Williams. Instantly, she felt her mood sour.

"What." She snapped equally as impatiently, any remnants of a good mood trickling away like water down a stream. She didn't want to deal with his behavior today, but she already knew what he was here for.

"You're going to help me with the animatronics."

She resisted a scoff, and instead shoved it down to the depths and tried to forget about it. He had said it earlier, anyway... there was no excuse she could make... other than the fact she clearly disliked him... but you know, that didn't count.

Begrudgingly, she made her way over to where Afton's head had peeked through earlier, passing through the door and and letting her feet carry her down the hallway to her inevitable demise—parts and service. Despite the uncannyness of it all, and her clear distaste for it... there was something so entrancing about this pizzeria. Maybe it was the fact that she grew up loving the fnaf franchise, or the fact that she'd read a million fanfictions in her youth imaging herself here... and it felt so surreal... but no matter the reason, the selcouth entrancement was too much to ignore; wrapping her up in an orphic wonderland that made her head rush.

Everything about this reality was dizzying; from the fact that she was living in a murderers house, and he had shown moments of kindness, to the fact that this whole entire world was fully developed and not just some pixels on the screen... each person here had actual lives... actual dreams, aspirations, family... they weren't just a couple of pixels with little dialogue, if any—or less, a character conjured up by the mind of the fandom to fill in gaps in the story. Honestly, the fangs of fnaf were the greatest writers the series ever had, even if Scott was a genius.

Still, this reality just didn't feel quite real to Adeline. Probably because it wasn't meant to be; she wasn't meant to be here... not in such an intimate, personal way. This wasn't how this reality was meant to be experienced... at least, not by her.