I Don't Get Paid Enough For This (William Afton x reader)

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

"I'm not working in the fucking place anymore!" Carly screeched staring down at Henry in an uncharacteristically cold way. She looked furious but there was an almost frantic nature about her.

"Please, I'm sure we can talk this out, you don't need to quit." begged Henry. He looked worn down, his hair was messy, his eyes had dark bags and overall he looked exhausted. You couldn't blame the guy, this place must be a nightmare to run.

"I can't work like this anymore," Carly shot back, shaking her head decidedly, "there's nothing to talk about! This place should've shut down after the incident and you know it!"

The incident?

Henry's desperation turned to anguish as he continued to follow her for a few steps like a lost puppy. There was almost something pathetic about it with his worn down appearance and feeble attempts to resolve the situation.

"I am trying to do what's best for everyone." He looked weak and pitiful. You couldn't help but feel bad for him, no matter what had just taken place between the two. Henry had this effortlessly warm and friendly atmosphere around him so it almost pained you to see him being yelled at, as though he was a child as opposed to a grown man. He was the one manager that you could actually stand.

"You're doing what's best for you." She spat back, throwing her name tag at Henry, who was now lost for words, "I told you countless times that something feels off in this place and you don't believe me. I feel like I'm being watched and you dismiss me again and again. It's always about the money isn't it? This place is a god damn graveyard and I'm done."

And with that, Carly stormed away and out of the pizzeria, leaving Henry standing alone, surrounded by whispering eavesdroppers of employees and the few remaining parents still at the nearly empty tables.

You stared after Carly in pure confusion, not wanting to get involved. However, she had said something that caught your attention.

So you weren't the only one feeling watched?
Maybe she knew something.

You rushed out after Carly, pushing open the glass doors that led to the parking lot. Carly was stood at the edge of the pavement, turning her head around when she heard your frantic self practically explode through the doors. You were desperate for any answers that weren't just 'you're imagining it' or as William had put it 'drinking before work again'.

"Carly!" You called out, waving over at her like an idiot. Carly looked mildly annoyed to see you but still turned around and gave you a small polite smile with slight embarrassment. Her hazel eyes then dropped to look at the sidewalk, littered with melted gum and cigarette stubs.

"I know that wasn't the best way to quit but nobody would listen otherwise." She said quickly and defensively, most likely assuming that you were there to confront her. Her hands were tucked into her pockets as she kicked a small stone away from her.

"No way." You nodded in agreement as you came to an awkward stop beside her, "Believe me, if I could, I would quit by burning the place down." You reassured her as she breathed in heavily, her frustration dying down slightly.

Carly bowed her head into her hands and let out a small frustrated groan, "God, I feel so embarrassed. I didn't want to do it like that, I didn't want to be mean or yell or make a scene... I just felt upset, you know?"

You awkwardly stationed yourself next to her as you gave her a small glance, "Don't be. I've been feeling the same way.." you started hesitantly , not wanting to say something that would make you sound clinically insane like, 'oh yeah I've been getting jumped by pieces of paper and footsteps with no owners'.

Carly looked up at you again, her eyes widening slightly, "Really?"

You nodded again as Carly finally met your eyes, still looking embarrassed with herself.