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

Stranger Danger

The deserted dark streets seemed to stretch for miles as you walked beside William. There was an awkward silence between the two of you, frankly you just couldn't think of what to say. You still weren't exactly pleased over how he had acted at McDonald's but you decided to let it slide. His hand had eventually left your back, leaving you with some personal space, which you were thankful for.

Although you had already walked the empty streets of Hurricane before, you still couldn't help but notice how depressing everything was. All the stores looked worn out and abandoned and any apartments and houses nearby had all of their lights switched off, which wasn't necessarily unusual considering it was the middle of the night. It was spooky and not even in the fun 'Halloween' spooky way, it was more like 'running up the stairs after turning the lights off' spooky.

You looked up at William, trying to think of something to say to break the silence of the eerie night.
"Is Hurricane always so..." You tried to think of an appropriate phrase that didn't include the words, 'terrible' or 'haunted' so you landed on, ".. quiet?"

William was quiet for a second, avoiding looking down at you before he lowered his voice to you calmly, "What else would you expect?"

You tilted your head to the side slightly, "What do you mean?"
When you thought of a town, you would usually think of some happy little community with people shopping, walking dogs, kids playing out on the streets and cute cafes but Hurricane seemed to defy all these heavily stereotypical views that were enforced by classic 80s movies. Half of you wished you could go back in time and look past the cheap housing and instead focus on why exactly it was so cheap.

He looked down at you, slowly his pace slightly, "You wouldn't expect everyone to move on after a few murders, would you?"

You frowned, "Well obviously but still, did it really hit the town this hard?" You almost facepalmed yourself, that was a stupid question, obviously a bunch of kids being murdered wouldn't be taken lightly by a small town community. You let out a heavy sigh, "That's dumb, ignore that. Obviously it hit the town hard."

William shrugged, looking forward again as the two of you turned to cut down a dark alleyway, "What have you heard about it? The murders, I mean." He asked slowly, focussing ahead.

You shifted your hands nervously by your side, your ideal conversation probably wouldn't be about dead kids while walking in the dark with your creepy boss all alone, "Not much. I mean, I know the basics like how some crazy psycho wandered into the restaurant and well... murdered five kids."

"Crazy psycho?" He echoed, almost sounding amused.

"You wouldn't describe them as that?" You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

He didn't respond to you, staying quiet again.

You looked down at the ground, kicking a random stone off of the sidewalk before speaking:
"But they didn't find the bodies so why is it assumed they were murdered? They could just be missing."

You wanted to sound hopeful.

"They were murdered." He cut in suddenly, his tone was blunt and emotionless as it immediately cut down your hope.

"How do you know?" You raised your eyebrow, "I mean surely by now the bodies would've been found."

"I just know and so does everybody else in this town." He replied sharply, glancing at you sideways.

You rolled your eyes, "Okay, okay, I get it. This town is super depressing and totally haunted." You put on a sarcastic tone as you watched his annoyed expression once again make an appearance. You thought back to your experience in Freddy's and how you kept hearing footsteps that weren't there and getting attacked by children's drawings, maybe it was them? Or maybe you were just paranoid. But then again, who says ghosts aren't real?