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

Back To Bite You

The next few days were awkward. Maybe just to you though because you were immature.

William still joined you on your smoke breaks and even your breaks in general, speaking to you as he normally would about boring things such as tasks you had to complete or using big words that you didn't really understand. He was acting like nothing had happened whereas it was all you could think about.

Each time his arm brushed against yours or he looked at you with that cold stare, it was all you could think about. Weirdly, you didn't hate it. Weirdly, you didn't hate him.

'Stay focused.'

Your shift that day was dull as ever. Was that even surprising? You were feeling like shit and you had been for the last few days. The rock hard mattress in your apartment was really doing a number on you as you could barely bend over without your back and upper arms breaking out into sharp, throbbing pains. You seriously needed to invest in a better bed, if you were planning to stick around for a while, especially considering how tired you felt recently.

Your shift was coming to an end, another day of nothingness that made the hours stretch was wearing you out. Mentally and physically. A headache throbbing behind your eyes. Were you hungover or sick? It was hard to tell.

You groaned as you rested your head on the break room table, just waiting for the day to end so you could go home and take a nap but you doubted that you'd be able to, with the combination of back pain and a shitty mattress causing you to basically stare at the ceiling all night.

"You look terrible." A voice caused you to raise your head again for a second as you looked up to meet William's gaze, he was leaning against the doorframe of the break room with his arms crossed, observing you.

"Thanks." You muttered with dry sarcasm, too tired to deal with his bluntness.

"When's the last time you had a full night of sleep?" He almost sounded concerned. Almost.

You frowned as you stood up, moving towards your locker and opening it to grab your bag, the end of your shift imminent, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, I guess." You took a breath as the sharp ache in your head carried on, "I'm pretty sure it's just because I have a mattress that's older than I am."

"If you want to come over to my house, I have a spare bedroom." Real smooth. Williams' gaze didn't falter as he spoke, he still stared at you evenly as he observed your tired features.

You shook your head as you threw your bag over your shoulder as you walked towards the door, squeezing past him as he watched you, "I'm fine."

You still felt awkward about everything and a part of you just wanted to return to how it was before, awkward without reason. Now it was awkward with reason, which made it all the more worse.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." William responded, following you from the doorway as you walked to the exit of the restaurant. He moved to walk alongside you, his eyes focused on your face as he smirked slightly, "I'm here to help, remember? I can't allow my favourite employee to become overtired."

"Funny." You rolled your eyes slightly, the movement caused a sharp pain in your head once again as you let out a slight groan. You shook your head again, "I'm fine, really. I'm perfectly capable of getting to *my* hom-"

You stopped in your tracks as you arrived at the glass doors of the exit and were met with rain violently hammering against the window.

'Are you kidding me?"

The rain was so heavy that you could hardly see through it out into the parking lot. There was no way that you could walk home unless you wanted to turn up to your apartment with hypothermia or get blown away by the storm. You were pretty sure that the ten dollar coat that you brought three years ago wouldn't be able to survive this, it absorbed more water than kept you dry.