Jealous Boy [William Afton x Reader]

Being fired may not be so bad.

You had been working at a mall in Utah for a few months now, ever since you'd moved there. You were 29 years old, and you had lived in Michigan for almost your entire life. Though, you wanted a simpler home town than Detroit. Detroit was just too noisy and bustling. You had always hated the busy atmosphere of Detroit, plus most of your family, whom you weren't on good terms with lived there.
One day, you had been doing your usual waiting tables. You served a table of two guys, who seemed to be a bit over 21. So you didn't think you needed to ID them for the alcohol they ordered. But you quickly found out you were wrong about their ages. One of your coworkers told you that Steve, your career counselor, wasn't too happy about the mistake. In fact, he was "really disappointed" your coworker, who happened to be your best friend, told you. She wished you luck with Steve as you had gotten a text from him on your flip phone. You shakily sighed. You had a gut wrenching feeling this wasn't going to go down too well. You defeatedly sulked to his office. Thoughts swarmed your head, anxious of what was to come.
You quietly knocked on the door before entering. "Hi Steve..." You said, trying to smile. Though, your smile didn't seem too confident, and Steve saw right through it. He looked you up and down, almost as if he wanted to tear you apart like a rabid animal.  "Come now, sit." He said, looking you in the eye before you darted yours away out of fear. " Now, y/n... I assume you know why you're here?" He glared, his eyes piercing through you like daggers. "I promise you Steve, I didn't mean to I- I thought they were over twenty o-" you tried to choke out before he stopped you. "Y/n, I couldn't care less if you meant to or not. You didn't ID them, which is the problem. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you." He sighed. You wanted to sob right then and there, but you held back your emotions. "Please... Is there anything I can do to keep my job? I really don't have any other options..." You tried to reason. Steve thought for a moment. "You know... I have an offer for you. There's this place called Freddy's Pizzeria. I can get you a security gig.." Steve suggested. "What hours are available?" You asked. "The nightshift, 12am to 6am."
"I'll take it." You quickly jumped at the offer. "Fair warning, the pay isn't great. The place has been shut down for years. But I guess the owner is a bit of a sentimental guy.. he's just not ready to let it go yet." Steve warned. You felt as if there was something off about his demeanor... It was almost as if there was something being hidden. But you brushed it off. You just needed the job. "I'll still take it. I've got nothing else." You finally tried looking at him in the eye, but only for a couple of seconds. "Great." He clapped. "You start Monday, I'll guide you via phone." He grinned, it almost seemed sinister. "...Thank you Steve."
"No problem, Sweetheart." He smiled. You were confused at the sudden pet name, as he didn't seem to like you all that much. It was hard to keep your eyes off his figure. For an older man he was in perfect shape from what you could tell. His forearms made his sleeves tight, but his waist was thin. You had always thought he was a bit attractive, but you knew you had no chance with him. And he seemed to have a grudge against you. But perhaps not... I mean he did offer you a job, and was calling you things like "sweetheart". You recently got broken up with your partner of 5 years, which had absolutely devastated you. You didn't think you'd ever truly love like that ever again. Though, Steve had plans to change that.