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

Best-kept Secret

"Snap out of it." Williams' sharp tone interrupted your dazed state of shock.

You blinked, attempting to clear your blurry eyes. You still refused to look up, you refused to move at all. Unfortunately for you, William had much more sense of urgency than you as he shook your shoulders in an attempt to snap you out of whatever trance you were trapped in.

"We need to deal with this mess." He leaned in close to you, speaking low so that his voice was quiet. He had a sense of calmness about him that finally snapped you back to your senses.

You looked up slowly, practically holding your breath as you turned your head to look at the 'mess' that William was referring to. And it was a mess, a big, brutal and unfixable mess.

The stranger was laying on his back in an unnaturally stiff pose, completely unmoving. The darkness in the alleyway restricted your vision slightly but as you slowly crawled closer, you noticed the unmistakable dark, wet stains of what you could only identify as blood. The next thing that hit you was the smell, it was a putrid decaying smell. You had heard something about bodies releasing any human waste after dying during biology in high school. This vague information that you had previously heard, only fuelled your steadily increasing panic. It was confirmation.

You let go of the knife, letting it clatter onto the floor. You stared emptily at the body, praying for any sign of life. However, the deep stab wounds in his torso and shoulder seemed to betray all hope. It hit you that moment, that dreadful, agonising second.

'This is real.'

"Oh God." You choked out. You quickly looked down at your hands and clothes and were met with what you dreaded most. You were covered in splatters of dark dried blood, it was all over your clothes and hands and from what you felt, you imagined your face as well.

"Oh God." You repeated louder, your agony and hysteria growing. You turned to look at William, who was staring through you, his mind occupied elsewhere, "W-We have to call the police or an ambulance or something!"

Frantic panic took over you. The stranger was beyond saving, deep down you knew that, but you were still desperate for any form of help, help that William was not currently giving you.

However as soon as you mentioned calling for somebody, he immediately stared at you coldly, "You want to call the police?"

You nodded quickly, feeling your eyes begin to refill with tears as your throat tightened.

William placed both hands on your shoulders and tightly gripped them as he leaned close to your face and spoke in a low tone, "If we call for help, you'll be arrested. You'll be locked away for the rest of your life. You'll spend the rest of your days rotting away. Rotting just like him." He pointed to the strangers body before looking back at you, tightening his grip on your shoulders once more, "Do you want that?"

His tone was harsh and blunt, sparing you from any form of comfort. The extent of what you had done hit you like a bus, you hadn't fought him or argued with him, you had murdered him. You were a murderer.

That was enough to set you off as the pent up tears and tightness in your throat exploded into anguished sobs. You felt the hot tears run down your face as you spluttered out between breaths, "I-I'm so fucked! What am I going to do?! What is my family going to think?!"

William looked slightly taken aback by your hysterical crying as he let go of your shoulders and sat staring awkwardly at you. He paused for a second before placing a hand on the side of your arm, his touch was gentle and somewhat comforting this time as he muttered quietly to you, "I can help you. I can make this go away."

You turned away from him and looked at the strangers body again. Suddenly, a wave of anger hit you, "Help me? Help me?! Where were you when I needed help then?! You didn't help me when he was trying to strangle me!"