|The Nightmare Within|| William Afton x FEM! reader

-💜-Chapter Two-💜-

As soon as I notice the environment around me, I sit up, breathing heavily. It's dark, cold, just like Jeff's. I'm fine.

From whatever happened down there, I almost lost my balance getting out of the ball pit.

Everything looks the same, the tiles are the same, the walls are in the same place, and-this isn't Jeff's. It is now cleaner, and the rotten pizza smell has faded to a mild level.

In what place am I?

While walking around, I notice that the tables and booths are different. I can't make out what's on the back of some booths' glass walls.

Suddenly, I hear shuffling in the room behind me. It's coming from Parts and Service, and because of what happened last time, I hesitate entering the room.

Pushing the door open, my mouth is agape at the sight of what I am seeing

A dead body of a child lays on the ground, their intestines stretched out of their stomach. Blood is everywhere—on the walls, floor, and even the ceiling is covered in the crimson liquid. The child's head is bashed open, their eyes nearly popping out of its sockets.

I gag, and look further up to see a figure standing there, watching my every move.

It's a yellow rabbit, about 6 and half feet tall. Its piercing green eyes look into mine, staring at me.

It's William Afton's suit.

But how? I thought they got rid of these things years ago. Unless...

I shake my head, snapping back to reality as panic sets in my body. I begin to move backwards, hitting the wall before running away. I pant as I run, stopping to catch my breath until the yellow rabbit's hand grabs my arm. I try to get out of his grasp, but he smashes open a fire extinguisher case with his fist, knocking me out with the metal object.

-💜-

I wake up, trying to move my arms before noticing they're tied to a chair with rope. A singular light dangles from the ceiling, revealing the man standing in front of me. It's him, I realize, and a bright smile makes its way to my lips.

"It's you," I gasp, and that brings out a smile on his face.

"Yes, it is I, thou infamous William Afton," he says proudly, crossing his arms. "And who might you be?"

"Y-Y/n L/n," I stutter, staring at him in awe. The person that I've always wanted to meet is standing right in front of me.

"Y/n L/n? Hm, I've never heard of you before. Tell me, what year were you born in?"

"oh, um, 1994."

"What? How is that possible? It's not even 1990 yet."

What? How could it not even be 1990 yet? That was like 30 years ago.

"Excuse me?" I ask, hoping he will elaborate his statement

"It's 1984."

I gasp, looking down at the tiled floor. I look back up at him, confused.

"How? It's 2024."

"It's far away from 2024, sweetheart." He sits on the table in front of me, crossing his legs.

"But-"

"You time traveled," he says, and it takes me a minute to realize he's right.

It all makes sense–he's dead in 2024, yet he's standing in front of me.

"Have you ever heard of Jeff's Pizza?" I ask, and he shakes his head in response.

"I really am in the 80's then..."