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

Dont Cry Over Spilled Coffee

The sound of a curtain being drawn back as the blinding light of the sun pouring into the room woke you up. You let out a groan as you rubbed your weary eyes and refused to get up.

"Come on, get up. You're going to make us late for work." You could hear William's voice as you reluctantly opened your eyes slightly and took in the sight of him standing by the window of his room as he neatly pulled the curtains back.

"Five more minutes." You groaned in your tired stubbornness.

"You said that twenty minutes ago." He responded dryly.

"I mean it this time."

"Of course you do." His voice dripped with sarcasm as you felt him pull the covers off of you, much to your annoyance as the coldness of the house hit your skin.

"Don't you ever turn up the heating in this place?" You frowned as you sat up, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in your back that lasted for a few seconds before fading again, "And you seriously need to get new mattresses, my back is practically breaking over here."

"Well nobody else here is struggling with back pain so unless you're planning to pay for both the heating bill and a new mattress, I suggest you deal with it." He responded bluntly as he grabbed your arm and practically pulled you to your feet.

Your vision went dark and dizzy for a second as you were pulled to your feet before you recovered yourself, "Fine, fine. I'll shut up about it, but seriously, this place is freezing."

William gave you a blank look before pushing you towards the bathroom, "Just go get ready. Aren't you excited for work?"

"Is that a serious question?" You scoffed as you made your way to the bathroom door, the cold wooden floors making you feel weirdly uncomfortable.

"We leave in twenty minutes, I'll be waiting in the car for you." William didn't respond to your sarcastic question as he turned to leave the bedroom, he was already dressed and ready to go. He was always so organised.

You groaned and wiped the sleep from your eyes as you went to swiftly get ready for work.

It had been a week or so since the police interview. Nothing came of it. Why would it? You managed to string together some type of convincing lie despite your terrible skills. You still felt awful though, constantly on edge. However, once they told you about the identity of the man, a part of that fear faded slightly. They weren't looking for you: a broke, recently moved to town, 22 year old college dropout. They were instead looking for someone connected to the missing kids. They believed it was all connected, that the person who killed the kids also killed that man.

If anything, your interview was another waste of time to them.

To be honest, the connection between you and William and then you and the father of one of the missing kids was deeply unfortunate.

How William had managed to get away with killing multiple kids still baffled you. He was literally the most suspicious looking guy to exist. Maybe the police in this town really were completely useless.

You pushed it out of your mind. Again, as William said, 'it will drive you crazy with paranoia.'

You got yourself ready to work as quickly as you could, you didn't want to keep him waiting. He didn't like to be late. He didn't like many things you'd discovered after practically living at his house for the last two weeks.

He didn't like loud music or really music at all (sorry Mike), he didn't like old people or kids (expected), he didn't like when things were moved out of their places in the kitchen, he didn't like anywhere near his home office, he didn't like peanut butter or any kind of cereal and he hated when you tried to mess with the thermostat.