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

Parts and Services

How could you have been so blind?

You stared intensely at the trash bag as you pressed your back against the wall, as though you were trying to disappear from the room completely. You wanted to throw up and cry and run away from this town and the continuous curses it kept throwing at you.

William did this. At least, that's what you thought. You didn't want to believe it but at the same time, there was no other explanation. The way he treated you in the past; the way he had grabbed you, hurt you, bullied you. You had always thought it to be psychopathic but never to this degree. This was... something else completely.

You felt your chest tighten, what the hell were you supposed to do now? Seeing that body of that child, an innocent child, caused you greater agony than you expected. It was sickening to see the brokenness of the body, twisted and mangled in an inhumane way. God, how could he do that to someone, nonetheless a child?

You steadied your breathing as your mind raced over what to do. If what you believed was true and that he had murdered this kid and he had set you up to find the body then that means... he knows you know.

You glanced towards the heavy metal door as you tried to calm yourself down to allow you time to think rationally. All you could think about was your desperation to get out of this place and get as far away as possible from him. You needed to escape.

But you couldn't just leave. No, he'd be waiting. He'd be expecting you to try and sneak out, you were too predictable for your own liking. You needed a plan of some kind but with little resources and time to think, it wasn't looking good.

You looked around the parts and services room, trying to avoid giving even a single glance towards the huge animatronic sat on the table along with the body as your terror upon looking at them wouldn't help you in this situation. You needed a weapon of some kind.

You rushed up to the wooden shelves that hung precariously on the dull grey walls and began scanning for anything that could be helpful. You scanned across cans of paint, loose screws, metal pipes that would've been helpful had they not been too heavy and finally a wrench that was slightly hidden behind some empty boxes. The wrench was your best option.

You grabbed the wrench and spun around again to face the rest of the room, still trying to think of an at-least semi-reasonable plan. You couldn't just leave the room, he would be waiting. You needed to hide somewhere, maybe you could catch him off guard and knock him unconscious or something? It was a stupid idea that stemmed from your own panic but you could not think of anything else to do at that moment.

You looked around frantically for a hiding spot. Your eyes landed on a corner of a room, two lockers used to hold some mechanical shit that you didn't care about sat diagonally across from one another, leaving a small space behind them in the corner of the room. It was your best option as the space was covered well enough by the two lockers, perhaps it would give you some advantage in the situation.

You walked over the lockers as you tested out the space, you angled yourself diagonal as you tried to squeeze behind them into the gap. You frowned as you pushed one of the lockers slightly to the side, the bottom scraping against the ground, which echoed a sound that made you physically cringe. As soon as the locker was moved slightly to the side, you managed to squeeze in. You looked out of your hiding space, it gave you a good view of the rest of the room.

You moved out of the hiding spot again and hit the lights, drowning yourself in darkness as you felt your way back to space. Once you had pushed your way back into the space, you pulled at the lockers to move them slightly closer together, just to further try and cover yourself more.

You stood in silence, gripping the wrench tightly in your hand. You weren't exactly sure what you were planning, in fact you were completely convinced that the whole idea was stupid. However, a lack of options at this moment forced you into a corner, literally.